IN LOVE WITH HIM

05

It's been an hour, I think... Maybe even more, I don't know, but either way, finding the exact time I started wandering around this place isn't going to change my situation. Today, it is quite the opposite. The sky is starting to darken, it's going to be dark soon, and I have nowhere to go. The neighborhood I am currently in is obviously not a popular place, where it is simply bad luck that has decided to stick to my butt. It's cold, the smell, you're moldy is the only thing I smell right now, but I'm not complaining about it, what I'm complaining about is my current situation. It's cold, soon the sun will be replaced by the moon... and the darkness will be my light. I'm scared, I'm hungry and my stomach hurts, I think my period is coming, and it's honestly not the right time. What will I do ? This place seems to me to be a meeting place for drug dealers, and I won't give much of my skin if I ever come across one.

Did I not hasten my death by venturing alone into this neighborhood and country that I do not know?

I heave a sigh, look vaguely at the building I am passing and suddenly stop when I hear an explosion, I widen my eyes in fear and press myself against a wall to avoid being spotted. My heart beats rapidly in my carotid artery, my whole body trembles, and my hairs stand on end. What is going on ?

I try to calm the frantic beating of my heart by breathing in and out slowly, but there is nothing I can do! not only am I stressed, but I'm also starting to suffocate. My breathing is not at all regular, the air is starting to run out of my lungs and the most shocking thing about all of this is that I have no control over it.

My body pressed against the wall slides miserably to the ground, at the same time as I close my eyes. My lips are trembling, every muscle in my body is tense, I can't move... I think my limbs are paralyzed.

-Ti sei cacciato in una cosa seria! (you got yourself into some serious s**t, old man)

a cold sweat runs down my back. I shudder, my eyes widen in fear, and I push myself slightly away from the wall to see what's happening.

-anzi no, vi siete incasinati tutti (actually no, you all screwed yourselves up)

my heart skips a beat when I see three men kneeling on the ground, their hands behind their heads, each staring at a man arrested in front of them. There were other men, but they were stopped on the opposite side of the one who seemed to be their leader.

-Dove sono le opere d'arte? (Where are the works of art?) articulates the man arrested in front of them.

-non l'abbiamo preso noi, non siamo così pazzi da derubare Caz, è il Cruz che ti ha derubato, credici.(we didn't take it, we're not crazy enough to steal Caz, it's the Cruz who stole from you, believe it.)

a deep laugh escaped the man in front of them, he tilted his head to the side and emitted, clearly highlighting his boring expression:

- è stata una perdita di tempo. (It was a waste of time.)

he raises his right arm, and I see with horror that he has a weapon in his hand. He points his gun at the skull of one of the kneeling men and says again:

-ci incontreremo all'inferno. (we'll see you in hell)

and there, he shoots him, a dull noise comes from the weapon, I see the body of the man who was on his knees collapse to the ground. Immediately a horrible cry of fear tore itself from my throat, shocking and frightening me paralyzed. I wasn't able to escape, or even move. I froze, the man who had the weapon in his hand turned in my direction, a superficial smile hung on his lips and he calmly articulated:

-Portami la.(taken me there)

By the time I stood up, one of his men had already grabbed me by the hair, his other hand was lodged under my throat, while he pinned my body against his, thus immobilizing me.

-let me go!, I bellowed while struggling, let me go!

-suka, move again and you'll see!

He releases my throat, his free hand going to his back pocket. He brings it out with a weapon and emits again:

-chi sei?.(who are you?)

I don't understand, so I don't answer him. He seems to understand that I don't speak his language, so while turning towards the man who probably asked him to catch me, he points his gun at my head and says:

-Lorenzo, parli spagnolo? (Lorenzo, do you speak Spanish?)

his boss smiled at him, he then tilted his head to the side and said:

-portamelo.(take me there)

having completely succeeded in controlling me, he found no difficulty in making me move forward with him, despite my protests.