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Chapter 7 - A little more than 7 sad years ago.

The biker was still reckless to that elegant wine-colored van that devoured the wide streets of that boulevard riskily, waiting for an opportunity to convince the driver that it was best to stop until he was paired at a traffic light, making him the signal to stop and to shore.

- What do you want to I get stop, love! The woman says at the wheel, barely lowering the glass. "If the night is just beginning.

And she starts again burning tires and accelerating more, trying to get away from her predator, who chased her for several streets, until the driver of the motorcycle, considered that the closer she got to her, the more the driver accelerated and turned off the lights, letting her move away without losing sight of her, until the woman believed she had gotten rid of her pursuer and stopped at a place where she had to get off to buy more alcohol.

She was tall and beautiful in body and face, light brown hair and long to beyond her shoulders, she wore a long green party print dress and high sneakers, already in the 30's, but with a dark doll face that made her look much younger.

- Stop please women, and give me the keys, right now!

-Cheersss!

His wife Soul de la Cuesta tells him, as she steeped the bottle of tequila she had just bought, and approached him with the intention of boarding his truck and continued on the party, But he stopped her and with a gentle movement managed to take the key.

- Well okay, I'm not going to drive anymore, but cheers!

His wife tells him that drunk offered him a drink, and pretended to let him let her drive, but he refused to drink by hugging her and lifting her by the waist, to force her to go to the other side of the unit and put her in the passenger seat. 

But Soul began to empty the bottle of tequila on his head, splashing his shoulders and back, annoyed and resigned finally managed to get her into the passenger seat and secured her with the belt, leaving her alone for a few moments, while he parked his motorcycle to take his wife and the truck, while the whole scene was observed by the people around them and had fun because they appeared to be a drunken couple who argued, but were also observed by a couple of corrupt road officials, who just waited for the luxurious truck to start trying to stop them red-handed for public drunkenness, drunk driving and how many crimes could be attributed to them to increase the extortion they intended to execute.

-Even the only motorcycle is worth more than 200,000. –says the co-pilot.

-What's the matter? The truck is worth more than 200,000, but the bike is a state-of-the-art sports bike! At least 500,000 in the agency. – says the driver of the patrol.

-I like the old women better, there are really guys who are very lucky.

- Old women the one you have in your house! That beautiful woman who goes with the guy does not exceed 30, and of course it is a Lucky guy but tonight he ran out.

The driver says that Martín was starting after a few minutes of arguing with Soul and began to follow them without turning on their headlights or those of the patrol car's luminous turrets.

-Give him a chance two more blocks, couple and we grab them at the traffic light.

Martín seemed to have the situation under control with his wife and driving calmly, he arrived at the boardwalk to take a turn right and it was when he saw the red light of the traffic light on his way, and the red lights of the patrol that followed him, and resigned began to change lanes to edge and that was when the 7 saddest years of his life began, because Soul also noticed when she heard the siren of the patrol car that ordered them to stop. 

- Ruuun! What do you stop for?

Run that with this truck those will never reach you!

Soul says as she crossed her leg over the middle of the seats to step on the accelerator, causing the truck to shoot out a few meters before he managed to stop it, a few meters that were enough for a heavy public cleaning truck to drag them, for much more than a few meters, in which he lost track of time and what happened. waking up more than 2 weeks later, in a hospital bed, but as a detainee, beginning a nightmare of public magnitude that lasted more than 7 years, in a struggle in which witnesses, evidence and circumstances blamed him, but not the breathalyzer tests performed and his driving record, since although he sometimes drank, That night he had not done it, much less when he had to take out his motorcycle to go look for his wife, because a friend warned him that she had already passed the drinks, at a party and not to make such an obvious story too long, I will tell you that it took more than 7 years to declare him innocent in a slow criminal justice system between awards and appeals, presentation of evidence and testimony of witnesses in which he could not attend the funeral of his wife, nor take care of his two daughters Melissa and Julissa Martin de la Cuesta, non-identical 15-year-old twins, since one was blonde and the other was moren, both students, that they had been left in charge of his wife's relatives, who had also been responsible for blaming him for the accident and her death, being they the ones who hindered more than anything the trial in which his childhood friend and personal lawyer Armando López, had been in charge of obtaining his freedom proving his innocence, After a long criminal process in which he had lost his job, spent all his savings and sold all his economic belongings, such as his motorcycle,his apartment, and practically all his assets and personal items to cover the expenses of the trial, finally managing to see the light of the Sun outside that prison, that Wednesday, July 17, 2019, in which only his lawyer and only friend left was waiting for him at the gates of freedom.

He wore old sneakers without socks, jeans without a belt, a plaid long-sleeved shirt, an old travel suitcase in his hand with his personal items, and in the other hand, another briefcase with his old laptop.

"Take me to see her, please.

He told his friend after hugging and greeting each other and Armando took him in the middle of a trivial conversation between topics of the urban changes that were happening towards the cemetery of the city, without wanting to answer the question he feared his friend would ask him, whose answer was more than obvious, why Melissa and Julissa had never visited him in prison and much less had come to wait for him at the exit.

Question that he had never asked him during the more than 7 sad years of the criminal process and fortunately he did not ask it at that time and guiding him to the site of the grave of his wife, which had a tombstone with his name and maiden name, left alone that man who in a dark minute occurred more than 7 sad years before, I had lost everything.

Soul de la Cuesta Otáñez.

1976 – 2011.

Beloved mother, daughter and sister.

-Everything is over, friend.

Armando tells him when he sees him returning from his gloomy visit. -Now I will take you to my house to take a look, to all the personal things that I have saved that I take out of your apartment and that were not sold, have something for dinner, take a bath, rest and think what you are going to do with the rest of your life.

- To your house? How do you think! Your mom is going to run me, or your wife, better leave me here on the boulevard that I will see what to do. 

- Who will want to have a murderer in their house?

-Look, in the first, You shut your mouth, because I did not spend more than 7 years of my professional life defending a murderer, I spent it defending a friend who was always innocent and that's why I proved it, you are innocent and it has already been legally proven and in the second my mom asked me to take you to home, Remember that she has known you since you were born and since she knew that they wanted to condemn you for the accident, she asked me, rather she begged me, And over the years he even demanded that I get you out of jail because I always consider you innocent.

Martín was somewhat reassured by the words of his friend, because, although morally he felt innocent, the thousands of simulations and remembrances of the accident, which had been done every night of the more than 7 years he was locked up, threw him the same result, that the one who should have died was him, not his beloved wife and everyone would be happier.

Maybe the memories were a dream or only tormented him once again when he was sleeping, but they did not startle him, nor did they become nightmares because throughout the last 7 sad long years, he had already become immune to them and they did not even wake him up, he was awakened by his beautiful cancerbera, while admiring the beauty of her face and her green eyes, that at the height of his belly, led him to A different sky, as he twitched tensing his fingers and burying them in the sheets as she extinguished the fire on her lips, beyond the limits of her waist that also crackled as the provoked eruption happened.

-Tomorrow is Thursday sweetheart and I don't think I can come and don't ask me why.

- I think we already agreed that the more we knew about each other, the sooner we would know when we would have to leave? Better leave it at that! I'd rather not hear from you to enjoy every minute you're here.

He tells her as he helped her lock the buckles on her shoes, and close the bastille of her torn pants that he had taken off himself and she took him by the hair. 

As she sat on the edge of the bed she would put him at her lip level to kiss him tenderly as he said.

-No longer say that if we do things right neither you nor I have to go anywhere and we can continue to enjoy our love like this, quietly and secretly as long as you do not go to the park At night and do not ask things about me, the other week I will see how to settle in an apartment so that you are no longer in this hotel.

-But the other week maybe I'm already working and I can rent an apartment by myself and we can still see each other there.

-Very well cute daddy, if for the next week you have a job, then you look for one and we will see you there, but if not, then count on what I offer you.

Lolis tells him to stand up as he pulls another couple of bills of your bag to leave them on the dressing table.

-Is not necessary, sweethear, I still have enough to eat today and tomorrow and tonight is already paid at the reception.

-It doesn't matter sweetheart, you still say you're going to give them back to me, so I put it in your account.

She tells him throwing a goodbye kiss as he slid backwards down the walls to go to the door that was already open, accelerating the pace because a lethal predator was already chasing her, managing to escape by just By just a few inches, and going down the stairs at a brisk pace between fearful giggles, making sure he was safe, she told the receptionist.

-Copper one more night, please.

And she went through the lobby of that hotel with a smile that whoever had the fortune to see it in the beautiful face of that angel who radiated happiness, knew that no one could ever match her.