The next day an alarm rang and I looked at my watch to see that it was still seven. I set it for eight o'clock, anyway, it doesn't take me that long to bathe and dress, so I went back to bed. That annoying alarm sounded again, but this time I did have to get up. Entering the bathroom from the bedroom, I first observed and luckily everything was clean. I got into the shower and brushed my teeth in a matter of a few minutes.
As I had not unpacked my luggage, I opened it and took out all the clothes just as my mother had arranged them and put them in the closet. I took the first black jeans that I saw and a shirt of the same color, I put on the same black sneakers that I was wearing the day before, I adjusted my hair a bit and put on perfume, although I didn't like it very much, it was the first I found.
I sat on the bed, took out my iPhone and I still had about fifteen minutes left. I checked the voicemail, it had like ten messages, I assumed they were from my mother or my sister. I also had five messages, one from my sister, two from my mother, one from my father, and one from… from… I had completely forgotten about Jane. The only message I read was hers. He said:
"I've been trying to talk to you for hours, but it seems you don't care about me anymore, or you didn't care as much as you made me think. I was a fool to think that you might like me. To think that we were sharing the same feeling, the same love. I'm only writing to you because I need an explanation, you don't answer me, you don't call me, you didn't tell me what was going to happen to us, you just disappeared. Alex is also very concerned about you, apparently he does not know where you are either or maybe his concern is also a lie, another deception on your part. Please, if something happened, tell me. I can't stay like this, I deserve an explanation and if you have something left, at least the memory, of what happened between us, you are going to give me what I want."
It broke my heart reading it. I imagined her crying while she wrote it and that hurt even more. But I steeled myself and I know that even though she is not going to solve anything, she deserves to be explained what happened. He is capable of not believing me, but I have to try:
"Sorry for not answering your calls. Sorry for not calling you. I know that I have no justification or possible excuse for what I did to you, but I ask you to read the message until the end so that you understand my reasons. If you do not forgive me when you know, I will understand and I promise that if you ask me, I will not bother you anymore. Listen: Yesterday, in the morning, my parents told me that I had to go to study far away, I asked them if it was about going to another town or something like that so that I could live with more people, but they already had planned where they wanted to take me. My father made me get on his private plane, while he went up the stairs, they revealed to me that my luggage was already inside him and that my destination was the United States. I hope you understand that I had no choice or time to say goodbye to the people I love."
He was about to turn off my phone again when a little light came on indicating that I had received a message, to my surprise it was from Jane:
"You are right in saying that you have no justification or excuse for possible to explain what you did. Even now you don't have the grace to call me to check that I'm okay. But it doesn't matter, that's not the case now. You tell me to read it to the end, but the only thing I can answer you is that you are a true coward, you were not even able to protest and even less to deny what your father ordered you. And yes, I ask you not to speak to me again, at least not until he manages to process everything that is happening. I hope your stay in that place is not so terrible."
I threw my phone against the wall, I knew I was right, but I didn't want to admit it. I am a complete coward, unable to deny my father anything. I did not want to read that message again: I ask you not to speak to me again, at least not until he manages to process everything that is happening. Those were the exact words of him, those painful words that I can't get out of my head.