And if they are late, she will not stop calling her, but this does not apply to me. It's just me. No one cares about me. I said in a soft voice while wiping away the tears that remained stuck on my face, which had traces of a strong slap on it.
Aloria: I know this, thank you, because you were not like them, and now I have to go
William: Are you serious? Where are you going? Will you stay on the road or will you stay with the one who comes and takes you from the side of the house?
Aloria: It doesn't matter, no one will care about my absence. I will manage. Staying on the road is better than staying in this house, believe me.
William: There's no going from here. I'll let them stop doing this
Aloria: Don't get involved with them. Leave you alone as you are isolated. It is much better because it is not easy. You will be destroyed like this. I will be fine. It's okay. I'm used to being fine alone. I took my bag from the floor and before I heard another word from him, I opened the door to my room and I swallowed my saliva and had my phone with me. I looked forward and saw the person named Carlos standing and calming down Yesenia, who was crying and complaining to him
They both looked at me as soon as I came out. I swallowed my saliva and continued my way to the stairs without speaking and went down. I know that none of them paid attention to me, of course, because none of them paid attention.
Because I was drowning in my thoughts every night, I was the one who always pretended to survive. I wished at this moment that I could leave my thoughts just as I am leaving this place now. I continued on my way.
I went downstairs and approached the door of the house, thinking about what would happen to me if I went out, but I must do it. I will not bear it. What would happen to me if I went out, but I must do it. I will not bear it.
My heart will explode, I swear. I stopped in my tracks at the sound of my father's loud voice
At home, he orders me to stop where I am and continue as he says
Miguel: If you walk out this door now, you will dream of coming back here again and you will no longer be my daughter.
Carlos: For your sake, Dad, let her go. She has nowhere to go. She will go out with that sissy whore who always comes to take her. We all know that she will come back here as soon as midnight comes. I looked up at Carlos, who was standing on the stairs, and he...
He stares at me sarcastically, and next to him is Yesenia, who is looking at me, furrowing her eyebrows, and swallowing her saliva, her eyes tearing up from crying a while ago, and William is next to them, nodding as if he was telling me not to go. I swallowed my saliva and looked away.
About them, and I stood in front of my so-called father, and if I stared at him, I would not think about returning here, so I looked at them carefully, because even if I knew that I would die, I did not want to return. It was enough.
I was insulted and ridiculed for my condition a lot, so if they expect me to return before midnight comes, this will not happen. I will manage my affairs as I have trained for all those years that have passed.
I said in a voice that reached everyone's ears as I stared at my father's angry face
Aloria: Believe me, I would rather die than come back here again. I will not think about passing by the house anymore. Once again, I will not think about passing by the house anymore.
It no longer matters whether you consider me your daughter or not, because I have never felt that I am your daughter, and you are certain that my mother is not satisfied with what you did to me throughout those years, and I did not choose what you did to me.
It never happened
Miguel: Aloria, don't make me angry, go back to your room. I didn't listen to him. I grabbed my bag because it almost slipped off my shoulder and headed to the door. A tear fell from my eye.
But I quickly wiped it and opened the door as I was leaving and closed it while I heard Carlos's angry voice ordering me to stand up. I gasped in tears and my tears began to flow.
I went out and I walked outside with quick steps and walked away from the house and walked while putting my hand in my coat pocket and carrying my bag moderately and in my pants pocket.
My phone, I swallowed my saliva as I put the house key in my coat pocket and put my hand inside it and put his hat on my head as I walked through the streets of Mexico City and it was...
The capital of Mexico. I looked around me and the night had already fallen. I sighed as I continued walking until time passed and I reached one of the parks I know and sat on one of the parks.
The chairs and I took my phone and I sniffled lightly and wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked at the name I was searching for and called and put the phone to my ear waiting for an answer and I cried as soon as it came.
Aloria gasps: Castro....
Castro panicked: "Aloria, what happened? What's wrong with your voice? Are you crying?"
Aloria: I stayed on the road, Castro. I couldn't stay home. I couldn't find anyone but you to call
Castro: What are you saying? Where are you? Tell me. I will come immediately. Come on. Tell him that I am sitting on a bench in one of the parks. I told him her name and where she is. He learned about the place and told me that it was a long time ago.
Shortly, he will be by my side, and I hung up the phone and stopped crying a little while staring without features and looking at the women