Through the entrance window you could see how the light was on, I cursed loudly and entered through the back door, so my mother wouldn't ask about the whereabouts of my bike. And there she was, waiting, sitting on a chair, with a cold dinner on the table, I didn't feel any shame for leaving her waiting there, I mean, I loved her, she was my mother, as anyone had her good and bad things.
I put my thoughts aside and sat at the table, accompanying her, she put down her cell phone, grabbed her cutlery and began to eat.
"What are you doing awake?" She looked at me seriously and put down the cutlery to cross her arms.
"Can't I wait and have dinner with my daughter?" I speak with my mouth full.
"Dinner at 2 in the morning?"
She was silent, not knowing what to say, so she continued to eat, passing me.
"You changed the furniture, I like it" I spoke, leaving my backpack on the ground.
"I figured you'd like it, I was bored, so I decided to move them" My mother spoke, mixing the noodles and putting them in her mouth.
When I finish eating, I wait for me to finish to lift the dishes and take them to wash. Then she sits down to look at me with a cute face, I put down my cell phone and look at her.
"I love you so much, daughter" she says stretching his hand to touch mine, I take it out instantly.
"You need something?" I asked, leaving my seat and grabbing my cell phone, ready to go.
"You know that we are not well financially, right?" She began her exciting speech, I rolled my eyes, thinking the ideal words to say it well without starting a fight.
"Eh, I don't know… you didn't give it back to me last time" I said, moving the tip of my foot on the ground.
"That was a long time ago, I'll give it back to you, I promise you"
"It was a week ago." I sighed, fixing my gaze on the ground, grabbing my backpack, and pulling out my wallet to check how much money I had inside.
She stretched out and snatched my wallet to see it with a smile, but when she saw that she had nothing, she erased it and gave it back to me.
"You see?" I point to her. "I have nothing, sorry" I say no more and walk to my room, ignoring her screams.
When I get to my room, I close the door with a key, leaving it on top of my desk, after that, I begin to undress, taking off my shirt, and putting on another one that I used as pajamas, then I proceed with the slippers, when I take them out, I look among them and take out the money that I had saved, going to the small library that I had in my room and putting them between the pages of my favorite book.
I finish changing and I go to bed thinking about today's situation with my mother. It's always the same, I'm tired, I want to go.
I check my cell phone in search of something new, it is three in the morning and I still do not sleep, the tears fall when I think of me, the anguish of being insufficient reaches me, I feel that I should not continue here, tears fall from my cheeks. I hear the noise of the front door opening and closing. So I figured my mom had gone to the same old house.
I wipe my tears with my pajama sleeve and rethink myself.
Was I okay not to ask you how your day was?
Was it a selfish act on my part?
I want to hit myself when I realize that I am not interested in how she was, I am not interested in what happened to her in her day and I don't think she is interested in what happened in mine. I don't need anything to go, well, I lack money, but I'm already old.
Is it okay to want to go and leave my mother alone?
Leave her to her own devices?
Those questions popped into my mind, and I tried to answer them positively.
Yes, Nicole, it's okay, she's not doing anything to grow up, she's not helping.
A yawn interrupted me, so I wanted to stop thinking about all that and close my eyes at last.
But I couldn't, I felt at all times that horrible sensation of being observed, a very strong discomfort, which made me toss and turn in my bed and constantly check the time on my cell phone. Concentrate on sleeping.
When I almost succeed, a voice triggers my senses.
"Goodnight"
I did not react because one of his big hands pushes me towards him and presses me, while, with the other, he begins to cut my back with something very sharp.
Tears fall from my cheek, an inhuman despair appears in my body, I try to kick him in the testicles, and I succeed, making him only loosen his grip a little.
I take advantage of the situation by turning around, being able to see a hair full of curlers, the face was covered by a black mask, revealing his dark eyes.
He already knew what her physique was like, or at least her hair.
It seems that he, in a desperate attempt not to see it, turns me over again, as if I were a feather.
"Stay still" He answered me tired.
When he says that, something clicks in my head, screaming.
And that's what I did. Scream with all my might. I screamed for help. I screamed for a soul to have mercy on me and can get me out of this hell that I was going through.
A thousand scenes came to mind, like my friends finding my body in a wasteland while crying, or my mother buying the cheapest coffin for my funeral.
"What's wrong, are you okay Nicole?" the stranger spoke, shaking me desperately in search of my attention, it took me long to realize that I had been frozen for a few seconds, imagining the scene of my death, I look at him and act fast.
I give him a quick elbow in the ribs, he falls and I run, I run like my life depends on it, which it is.
I go down the stairs, going to my mom's room, when I enter I see everything dark, so you shouldn't be there, she sleeps with the lights on, out of fear.
I leave her room quickly and run to the front door, looking for the keys that were hung right next to it.
I managed to get out, although I was barefoot, I kept running, I ran to a small police office, who guarded 24 hours a day. Upon entering, everything seemed so deserted that I even thought I saw a large rolling bush on the ground.
There was no movement.
"Hello? I need help, please, a man came into my house, he cut my whole back, please help"
The more I said that, the more I advanced in search of someone.
A noise activated for the umpteenth time my alarms, at a slow pace, I walked to the reception, and entered without more, finding a policeman tied from head to toe, blindfolded, kicking and hitting everything in his path.
I quickly bent over to him and began to remove all the ribbons that bound him, the last one was the blindfold.
When taking him out, he rubs his eyes, getting used to the light, when he sees me well, he nods his head in gratitude and touches the red button that was under the reception table, alerting all his team.
After that, he runs to the entrance and locks all the doors, and then walks up to me.
"Thanks a lot"
Is that the only thing you are going to tell me?
Thank you?
They just tied your legs and left you immobile, say something else.
"What happened to your back?" He turned me over and looked at my shirt, since the back was with a lot of blood. "Let me see ..." he says, trying to see under my clothes.
I felt uncomfortable, honestly, I did not know whether to say yes, since he is a policeman, I have to feel safe being with him.
I was going to answer, if it weren't for the fact that the officer collapsed at my feet with a large bloodstain on his head.
"That was easy" Says the person who was with a giant stone in his arms, behind the officer who was conscious a few seconds ago.
"Idiot, you killed him" Someone behind me spoke, I stop looking at the guy holding the stone and I turn around quickly, hearing the same voice from today.
"Shit, look how you left his back" his companion spoke, approaching me to be able to touch me, to which I removed his hand immediately. It seems that I do not take it very well since he slaps me and knocks me to the ground.
The curler sighs and approaches his partner to push him gently.
"Don't hit him, that wasn't in the plan, you just had to cut off his back and leave a mark on him, the job is already done, we have to go, they called the police, if ours found out about all this problem we had, we are dead" He spoke to his partner and then looked at me. "Good night, sweetie" He says the same as at the beginning, and then hit me with a head butt, making me see everything dark, hearing the sounds of patrols approaching and windows breaking.