It's short and I have enough money to stay in a simple hotel for a few days
Aloria: No...but, housing rent, and the things you need
Castro: Don't worry, I will solve all this. The important thing is that you are safe. He started the car and started driving, and I swallowed.
He told me how much money he had. We had to find a hotel that would accommodate us and we started searching, even though it was night, but it was okay. We could do it. We went to the first hotel and
We asked about the night, but it was not according to the money because he wanted us to stay here for a few days, and the amount that was paid for the hotel room was not enough to last us a few days. We returned to the car.
He pushed him and I swallowed my saliva while he was telling me that we will definitely find it. I nodded to him and we continued searching. Not a long time had passed since our search. We were tired. Oh God, help me. I saw him opening his phone and searching for a simple hotel. I looked at him when he said
He was looking for a simple hotel and I looked at him when he said
Castro: I found one. It's a little far away, but according to what I see, it's enough for us. I'll go to the place where I live to get clothes for myself and we'll go to the hotel. I smiled lightly as I told him to go, and my energy had returned after our continuous search and the passage of time. I sighed as I looked from I opened the window and thought: Are they looking for my trace? Oh my God, I don't think this is killing me. I grabbed my phone and swallowed my saliva. I looked at it and went to the many messages that were sent to me. I furrowed my eyebrows and saw them from William. I fell.
A tear came from my eye as I remembered what happened. The first time someone did something to me, hugged me, or spoke to me without harshness or anger, I swallowed while reading its content. It was many messages indeed.
William: Aloria, go home. It's getting late
William: You can leave whenever you want, but come back and stay with someone, so don't be naive
William: Where are you? I will come and take you and I will not make you go home. We will go somewhere else to calm you down.
William: Answer Aloria, don't let me lose my mind. Reply to the damned messages
My lips trembled as I saw the messages. I did not expect one of them to be like this. I wish he had made me know that he cared, even if only about someone's lineage like that. I wish he had made me know that he cared, even if only a little before it was too late. I really am not thinking about going back. It is enough.
They drained my soul to a degree that made me completely lose my awareness and senses. No one ever felt me. I was tired enough for now. I will look at my life and try to regain my being.
Far away from them, and I will write the last message to William, and then I close my phone and do not open it because I will not bear to see such a message again. The car is still moving and Castro is driving, and I hold my phone and wipe my tears.
She was overwhelmed and started writing the letter
Aloria: William, I already said that I will not return and I am not thinking about returning. I cannot. What happened to me before them is too much for my soul. I am tired and I say that I am not the reason for what happened. I did not choose this and I was not the reason for making you.
Without his father, because I am like you, but no one understood me. William, you do not know the feeling of being ignored, hated, and not cared for. It is difficult. It is good that they treat you well and did not make you feel inferior when you were young, but I am different.
If you want to see why I don't think about coming back, put yourself in the situations that happened to me, and you witnessed them all, and I'm sure that you thought of leaving the house first thing.
It will come to your mind, that's why I'm not around anymore. Your situation will be better without me. Thank you for letting me know that you didn't take on their nature, even though it's late.
But thank you, take care of yourself and them as well. I wish you a good life without my presence...
I turned off the phone, stopped it from working completely, and put it in my pants pocket. Castro went to his house, put some clothes on him, told his colleague that he would not be back, and informed him of the situation. He returned and we continued the drive to the hotel and the time.
It passed while we were walking until I looked up at the street we were walking on, and it was a little dark and there were many trees and there were small houses here that seemed to be the suburbs or a place with lower-class residents. Castro continued driving while I was looking out the window, but time passed and The car stopped and I looked around and sighed. For the first time coming here, I didn't go far from the outskirts of the house very much. I was just going out.
Don't go for a walk and sit in the gardens. This was before I met Castro. After that, he started taking me in his car to eat food, and we would walk together and talk and I would complain to him, and some of these things I had become accustomed to for a short time with him.
Castro: The map on the phone shows that here it is better to stop because we cannot enter further, and the hotel is a good distance away, but it is only a few minutes. We will reach it by car