Hi! As usual, after a long period of abstinence limosa, now back with a super update xD, and one of my usual narrative experiments. Since Christmas we are all better people ... at the Lima aggironamento will do their worst XD! Run (or pretend to run) to read under the cut!
1-THE KISS
Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me like I was an unnatural mother, do not look at me with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
shook me to the body of Edward. Young, hot and strong. It was 19, Kennedy would be back any minute, he tried to come off, I tried to eat, even for a few seconds his lips. One last kiss before goodbye.
From the diary of Isa -18 October-
Today Lorenzo is married. Simon was beautiful in her white dress, long red hair freed from the white veil, fell to her shoulders in long ringlets. They were happy, they looked into his eyes. I watched them from afar, with that dress bridesmaid too pompous and too chaste for my taste. Have a drink, and with his right hand tried to fix the bow that I was hanging on his shoulder, watching his face beaming, he and caressing. It was too good. The blacks hair, gray eyes had taken them from the first wife of Mark, his mother. It was for the physical characteristic that many of us mistook for his brother and sister, but in fact we were only half-brothers. When her lips touched those of the bride, in a fit of rage frantumai the cup in my hands, wounding, and with the same momentum tore the bow from the abbot and used it to stanch the blood that dripped from his hand. Courses outside the gazebo, stumbling in the wide tulle skirt, slipping on the wet grass and a little 'crystallized by snow the night before. The pain I felt was not physical, but inside, the man I loved was marrying another, and I could not tell it to do anything. I went to bump into him, was a thud. Mark took my hand and squeezed it, with an expression of bewilderment in his eyes. We stared for a few seconds. He was the big boss. He was the head of Mark, the head of Lorenzo, as well as Simon's father. Both hated him, both thought was an asshole profiteer. Was.
2-OBLIGATIONS
Kennedy kissed passionately, most recently the news that Kennedy attacked the seeds of the womb of the incubator gave me confidence, I was hoping with a little 'of flattery, it removed the head adopting unhealthy idea. He was pleased with all that sex "free" and let me fare.Del rest, he still had the illusion of having him on the side of the knife handle. He would have liked a little girl ... I would like to get rid of him.
The phone rang to inform us of the worst of news, we could finally know the nightmare that would house the child. Seeing
showed a couple of decades, was to be a nice mix of ethnic groups, Hispanics having the features, and blond hair sticking out from the brown dye. It was there, sitting on the sofa in our living room, with your legs together and a cup of teh, which swayed beneath his trembling hands. The look was short, do not even remember the color of his eyes, maybe she realized my attitude is not too friendly. In contrast, Kennedy treated the incubator very politely, also greeted with big hugs. From my point of view I could not help but wonder what pushed a girl of her age to sell his body for so little money cent ...
In the interview with the nightmare my nightmare had become an obligation. That child would have been early in our journey home. From
diraio Isa -31 December-
Marco had it fixed to get married last year, to begin the new year to get married. I front of the mirror I placed the necklace of pearls, then smooth the frangia. I was so different from Simon on his marriage. I tried to fix the silk dress by slipping on my legs, making him join, I put my coat and took the bouquet of white roses in her hands. I watched him and saw them in the memories of my adolescence, the first time I kissed Lorenzo, in summer, after downpour, soaked in the shed ... our first time at the lake, on vacation in the tent ... the last time I spoke that night in the garden in the moonlight. Simon was to bring me back to reality, it was time to cross the aisle. It was the happiest ever for my wedding. I thought myself to be bridesmaid for her to be an unwelcome obligation, but what seemed to me an obligation, for she was a victory. She did not mind the fact his father was going to marry, I was just one of many.
"I can not wait to get married, at least let it be me and my husband"
Smiles, with an air of superiority, and walked towards what to me was the gallows, as if I were a suicide bomber.
Surely this night, when Mark I tighten the arms, shall imagine to be among those of Lorenzo.
3-MOTHERS AND CHILDREN
That morning I came to wake you.
"Albert, who were you doing with your grandmother's diary in his hand? I've always said that is a very valuable oject for your mother, and never, ever, your father must know of its existence! "
looked at me with your eyes puffy from sleep, but I could not afford to say that Kennedy I had such an important piece of evidence against him.
"Repeat after me: I'm sorry Mom, I'm not anymore."
"But Mom I do not understand why you want to keep a secret from Dad. it's just a diary, maybe he'd love to know the history of our family! "
" Alberto! Repeat "after me: I'm sorry Mom, do not do it again! Alberto, do it! "
" Okay, do not do it again ... "
" E? "
" Sorry "
ributtasti you to bed, your little face sank into the pillow, and I could hear light sobs. I came out of your room, slamming the door perhaps too strong. No one likes to hear the story of our family, I thought to myself. Would not like to even know me.
From the diary of Isa -31 December-
With a long sigh for I did walk together, a few steps away from me, Mark, in the guise of vicepadre, I waited to cross the aisle. My mother read my eyes, uncertainty, and motioning to the orchestra to continue with the music and wait for the wedding march, with the other arm grabbed me and took me aside.
"Do you remember what happened when you told us you wanted to get engaged to that man? Mark left the living room when you made the announcement! Now, think carefully before making your usual crap from spoiled child! "
I yanked my arm and stared at me with his clear eyes, full of anger.
"That man is now standing there before the altar, and expects you to go there to marry him with a smile on that little face. You can not turn back now Isabella! Before, you thought maybe the consequences, but if you now try to think, you can easily realize if that does not cross that aisle Mark will lose their jobs, as well as Lorenzo "
I looked down, I had a big cock. He glanced into the church, the shape of Lorenzo, who with his arm around her waist Simon. I made again a big sigh, with a careless gesture scansai hair from her face and I motioned the orchestra to begin. For the first time in my life, my mother showed me a fair choice.
4-WATER
I was at the supermarket when I saw a familiar face in the crowd. Yanez. I smiled, though it was a bit 'stupid to do it. Between a smile and the other circumstances we decided to dig up the old times in our own way. I am surprised at how once again the fate, faced with a difficulty was pushing me into his arms once again. It must have been all over, sometimes it is impossible to say enough. We dive into the water whirlpool, I could see all the tiny droplets that trickled down her body, the vapor enveloped us, the illusion that this was only a dream that I was back on my feet again. Through our eyes tried to tell the events of recent months. Many things had changed since the first time we had a fight, his hair blacks were beginning to be less dense, and mixed with light silver wire, but soon I was interested, I could follow with my fingers paths traced by tiny lines of expression that crossed his eyes and sides of your mouth ... the front ... many laughs, so many unnecessary quarrels. Going back in time to when I was eighteen I jumped on the fly with him into the sunset, with you in the womb ... A grunt of rage broke that magic moment.
From the diary of Isa -12 January-
When I opened my eyes this morning, I felt sore all over, the memories of last night were blurred, he was beside me, on my skin c 'was his smell, yet ... that sucks! That meant shower, no, bathroom with shower gel and maybe hectoliters of Amuchina! I tried to be cautious and quiet, if he woke up he could ask or even a hat-trick ... no, just the encore, at his age can no longer afford a set. Fortunately the alarm reminded me to take my pill ... I do not want permanent and unpleasant memories of this night! He turned, woke up, smiled at me. Shooting hid drugs behind my back, and smiles.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"You look beautiful this morning ..." he said, his voice thick.
"I am always beautiful, and if you want to continue like this, you better let me go for a nice relaxing bath. I've destroyed tonight! "I lied.
laughed ... amazing how he still believe my lies.
In the next room I heard him put on ... I hoped to go away before I got out of the bathroom. Immersed in the bath I took his fingers rose petals that had broken before you enter. I watched the various shades of scarlet red, sweet memories resurface to mind ... with a quick wave of his hand I took a slap at that water, I tried to delete those faces, those memories. It was no good, needless to escape.
5-SLAP
I left dall'idromassaggio, pointless to hide the evidence. Kennedy had discovered there, any excuse would have been superfluous, if not ridiculous. Put a towel Yanez, and I approached my husband with his eyes down, prepared to put up with all his giustificabilissimi insults. The first blow came quick and unexpected. It was burning. I took her hand to her cheek with incredulous look. How could she do that? Hit me! The second was a punch straight to the stomach, then a kick, until I acascia breathless on the ground in pain. The tears streaming down her face, trying not to cry, not to be vulnerable, to crawl I tried to slip out of his reach. Streams of blood came out of my nose, so naked and defenseless begged him to stop. The carpeting began to stain red, a deja-vu of the night made me shudder. I tried to cover myself with a towel, but Kennedy would not let me.
"Whore! Stay well, naked! Let everyone see who you are! Only a whore! "
He tried to get out and drag me out of the house, out into the garden to show all the neighbors my sin, it was only thanks to that Yanez was able to flee to humiliation.
From the diary of -7 in March-Isa
I love it when Mark left for his business and I rely on loving the hands of my mother. It 's a bit paranoid on the subject of treason, thus, to avoid leaving the house free, and at your lover, let me return to the farm. I'm sorry, says he wants me to be in contact with Simon, to make friends, we are his two "women". Does not cost me anything to obey and spend some 'time in contact with Lorenzo.
course, the situation between us is not exactly idyllic. After my marriage was nothing like before. He is cold, unfriendly, I do not like being left behind. This afternoon I took advantage of the fact that we were alone in the house to try to talk to him. He was sitting quietly the dining room table, intent on filling one of his boring bills. I came from behind and dropped the robe I went. I ignored it completely. I do not give up and tried to brush her neck. In response, he stood up covering his eyes and gave me back the first rag in his hands that he happened to make me put on, turned on his heels and had to go to the kitchen. I ran after him, trying to stop it, my crepe in front of him, face to face, with a provocative look.
"Talk to me! Lorenzo react, take an initiative for once in your life! "
continued to stare at me without saying a word.
I tried to take him by the shoulders, shook him, in reply he turned his face away. In anger I pulled the slap, scratching his right cheek. He shook his head and walked away, leaving me alone, and my phone rang.
6-FACE TO FACE
Kennedy began to shove Yanez, looking for the fight. In response, he tried to get away from the room to protect me, but it was inutile.La their fight was physical rather than verbal, and no low blows.
"You! Wretch! Did you have to make you my wife? I have given the job, and you reward me with this! "
" Look at you! You are simply ridiculous! It seems you had two slices of ham on the eyes for all these years! But I've seen Albert? Her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones?! You have denied the evidence for 11 years! "He smiled with a bold attitude. I brought my hands on the front, ready for the worst. I was told all along that this was just my secret, that was not evident. But it was not. Yanez knew, and had pretended all these years. I felt anger salirmi the temples.
"Get out of here, subitoooooo" Kennedy was completely out of himself, began to shake their fists in the air, trying in vain to hit Yanez. The age difference weighed as boulders, making every movement clumsy and awkward. In response Yanez shrugged, gave me something to cover me and stroking my face said
"I come to pick you up tomorrow, you prepare the baby."
I looked at him with a question mark in her eyes:
"Why ?
From the diary of Isa -10 March-
In my room to pack, the free ride was over, I go home, the business trip to Marco is over, waiting for me tomorrow the villa. It 'been unsuccessful this time for those who they were my projects. With Lorenzo is no longer anything happened that day. I am a bit 'regretted that slap, but then, as it has made the situation, things could only improve. This morning Simon came into my room for yet another face to face with me. This time it was not like the others, she was crying.
"Isa ... please ... "
I went to her, pointing the finger at him, with contempt
" Tuuu tuuu ... ... you can not call me that! You're not my mother, you're my sister, you're not my friend, you are nothing to me! "
" Isabella, OK, but now let me speak. I want you to leave this alone Lorenzo. I never asked for anything, but searched and searched for a while to understand. I love him, he's all for me! .. We're trying to have a baby, we're a family, I do not screw it up ... please! "She was in tears, sobbing in front of me, and never before has it seemed more fragile. 'S perfect for him. Sweet, caring mother. Completely different from me. In these cases it is said: If it were not for him we'd been able to be friends, in our case is a lie. She and I we never meet us.
"Simon, I'll explain in a simple way, so that even you can get: I see, I like, I'll take it. Forget it. Now go away, Go out quickly into this room! "
7-EXPLANATION
When Yanez finally left us alone, I went into the bedroom to get dressed, thinking it was all finito.Naturalmente, as always I was wrong. I chased Kennedy, had not finished with me, especially after the bomb that I thought had thrown the Yanez.
"Perhaps you think I'm completely stupid, but it is not. Do not think I did not know about you and Yanez and your mate like rabbits! "I looked, I could not to understand .. if he knew everything, so, why?
"Sit down, sit down, here the owl is not me. More ... it was all calculated, Haim, I tried, I'm still trying, are sterile, I can not bear children. I have noticed the furtive glances that will run you and that waiter. You wanted him, I wanted a child, someone who carries my last name. Well, now that I have, I discovered that I'm not going to spend that much for the Horn of turn. It was one thing to see you with Yanez, your first love, it seemed almost bearable, but now that you do also with the delivery boy .. well is too much even for me. I had my baby, you can choose to go to make a whore around or stay with your child. The choice is yours. 've always wanted to be able to choose from, now you have the chance. "
" You do not take me away my baby! You can not! Not even his father! "
" Ahn, really? "He looked at me defiantly. "Then do it! Tell your child that really is a bastard! Shouts to everyone that you're a whore. "
" Rest "I said through tears.
"What?"
"Rest!"
From the diary of Isa -18 August-
Today I showed the family the ultimate gift of Mark, a new ring. I stared at Lorenzo in the eyes, smiling, triumphant, I expected some reaction to her, but I read only a huge surprise. All of a sudden I took her by the arm and dragged me to the garden in front of the house. I was leaning against the trunk of a tree. Was even more beautiful at night, the moon shone on her right cheek, making her skin of a silvery color. I stroked, I tried to bring my face to her, stopping inches from his mouth, staring straight at me, waiting, waiting to know what would be his move. He left me abruptly, The temptation was strong for both.
"What the fuck did you Isa! Did you go to marry one of the men assholes in town! Now you can not go back! "
" But I have wanted to marry Lorenzo! I'm not the type to back IO "
" What you're reproaching Isa? Did you know that we can not "
was he who approached me this time, for my every breath I could almost feel the taste of her lips. There hugging, clinging to each other, both in tears.
"You are my sister and we can not."
"No, I'm your sister, we are not brothers, we do not behave as brothers, we do not look like they look at two brothers, does not affect us as if we were brothers."
"Why do you Isa? For revenge against mei? Do not do it, go away from here, let us part, get a life outside of us. "
" Why do I do? Why I did not think it's worth it, live it, to be poor in the chamber. When you will understand that life is different from this? "
I was definitely yelling, gesturing up and down the garden-fetched thousands of projects, for both of us away, happy. Approaching again, I rested my body to her, I approached my lips to his ear and whispered:
"When he dies, the inheritance will be mine, we can go anywhere, anywhere you want, we can finally be the one we want. "
I grabbed it, slamming into the tree.
"Isa, I do not know you anymore."
I saw the silhouette of her body away, and the curtains of the window in the living room to turn instinctively shutting my eyes. I glimpsed the outline of Simona. I care very little what you have seen or could understand. Turning
Lorenzo grabbed by the neck, and kissed him with a desperation and a rush that I had never tried before.
8-VIOLENCE
"Nonnonnonno! You have chosen to stay, you chose to be my wife, be a wife! "
Kennedy grabbed my wrists, squeezing until I hear a strange noise, a pop dry, then joined both of my hands, in the narrow his left, and I covered her mouth the right to stifle my screams.
"Shhhhhh! My love, the neighbors could hear me, try to contain your passion, "he chuckled.
divincolai me, trying to shift the weight of running to the door, every energy was wasted. He pulled me a punch in the stomach full, all the rest, fortunately, is only a vague memory. I saw shadows moving around me, I hear your voice calling me, trying to reassure Kennedy laughing, and saying that I was just sleeping ... When I regained consciousness there was no one around me ... my wrists were covered with large bruises blacks, like the rest of the body of the rest. My left wrist was swollen like a melon, it was obviously broken, the hospital was excluded, or I should explain the rest, the bandage to the good and better, still moving I can feel it burning. I slipped in the shower, avoiding your eyes worried and trying to lift my body from his sweat, the smell of smoke, that reminds me every impression that he had given me that.
"Giuliaaaa! Love, hurry up, it's noon and I was very hungry and we Albertino, true punk? "
I heard laughing and joking and chasing for the living room, that was my life now.
From the diary of Isa -10 September
Today Marco and I have argued, there has been some suspicion on me and Lorenzo ... yet we were very cautious from that night. We stopped for lunch glancing grim, and often we are alone together. However something or someone, has made him a flea in his ear. Simona.
I had approached Mark to massage a little 'back, since returning from work always complains of fatigue, back, etc. ...
"I heard that between you and Lorenzo is a special feeling ..."
"Well, sure honey, as there is between all the brothers. He being the eldest, is very protective of me ... "
" But if I'm not mistaken you two are not really brothers ... so this thing does not apply to you two ... "
" I Our parents got married when I was 5 years old and he 11, we grew up together, he is my brother. "
" But I do not think there is between you two ... so this bond of brotherhood. You look so strange, and looks at me strangely. "His voice had lost its usual calm, and seemed just a grunt.
"Love, you're wrong ... we ..." Do not let me finish my sentence, I took a slap in the face and pushed me onto the bed.
"Never, never again You dare tell me I'm wrong!" Began to take off his belt ...
"Now you, as I kiss kisses him."
9-
NEWS
That morning it was you to come and wake:
"Mom! Mammaaaaaa! They said they'll publish it! Publish the diary! "
I jumped up, and while you dragged out of the room said," But it's great treasure! Then do the famous book of poems that you invented to school? I can not wait to read it, and I bet that even dad can not wait! "
Kennedy smiled, winked, he had bait in full.
"Love, how many times I told you that you should not talk to my father's grandmother's diary?"
"But Mom, if you publish is not the same thing? Then it can and will read it too! "
I knelt in front of you messing your hair.
"Honey, we just want to surprise Dad! You'll see when he reads it and sees that he is one of the protagonists fall short in garden! "
" Really? "
" Of course darling! It will be a great surprise for him! So now we are quietly, when you leave you'll see that will give him a fair copy "
Your sweet smile made me tears in my eyes, I always hated to lie, but in that case was inevitable. I did not know how long you would be able to keep the secret, the lie, the one tiny lie, you would keep good for a while '. While jumping up and down the room, I hid the letter of the publisher and the free copy of the book in a safe place, I needed more time, it was still too early.
From the diary of Isa -31 December-
Until a year ago I never imagined that things would change so much. This morning I did the test. Positive, I'm pregnant, of course, I immediately threw away the box and all the evidence, I have even thrown I am the garbage bag away, without waiting for the arrival of Cecilia. and 'a piece of news was unexpected to say the least, since I have always taken the right precautions, in addition, I have no idea who the father of the child. The rest of the morning I spent in doubt, until my mother invited me and Mark's house to give us the great news. We were all seated in front of the fireplace in the dining room waiting for us a table spread for the New Year's Eve. It was then that Simon and Lawrence stood up and, shaking hands with each other they decided to give us the good news:
"Simon's pregnant!" He said beaming. Her, beaming at me eyes, had won.
"Isa, you are about to become a grandmother, you are not happy?" Said her proud voice, in her eyes I read the pure satisfaction that the approach gave my name to the word grandmother.
Marco got up and ran to embrace her daughter and son, could not be happier than that. I, without changing expression of my face are limited to sip my drink, fared less well than last time, and try to look for Lorenzo, who needless to say, Simon was hard on the stomach.
"I am now in the third month, a little 'belly is seen ... but it does not matter. We wish much a child knows that destiny does not hear us! "
" Yes darling, but remember ... "
" Yes, yes! We want the surprise then .... things given to us only neutral colors! I do not know if I'll resist! "They all broke out laughing.
I got up and ran to the bathroom to vomit, and, with his head in the toilet, I tried to imagine Simon's face at the exact moment when he knew I was pregnant I also, perhaps, of her husband. But that Haim is not possible.
10-CASALINGHE
Kennedy proved a violent and possessive husband. I was scared, he hit me for anything, I had bruises all over his body. Bear. Not because I liked being treated like that, but because I was afraid it might hurt you. You love Kennedy, is your dad, among you there was always a feeling that with me there. You do not get upset if dinner was served for lunch and dinner at 19, when the tea was too hot or if I fell on a fork on the floor. Often I would get up early in the morning to prepare the necessary day to day. We had more personal service, I was up cleaning the house, washing dishes, making bread because he did not like the oven next to the house. I was still allowed to go to work, if only contributed to the revenue and my livelihood. Kennedy wanted a perfect wife, a perfect housewife. I was trying to be presentable at all times, to smile in front of the Friends of Kennedy, who presented themselves to the most absurd times to visit. In the evening, when I went to tuck, I was hoping you did not sleep and told me to tell you one, two, three stories, but you were a good kid too, and I'll settle for a caress and the usual rigmarole, then I heard his voice call me, and already felt on the skin the smell of alcohol and sweat. From
diraio Isa 20-January-
The cold is now so much to penetrate the bone. Simon spends his afternoons to sew woolen socks, and it is very stupid, because the small born in the summer. I think she likes the idea of becoming a mother rather than be one. Lorenzo is building a wooden cradle with his hands, the cradle should do it for our child, but watching his wife understand why things did not go as I wish. This afternoon, the perfect housewife made a cake for the whole family, and although I took with me is Cecilia, and she is very tired from a difficult pregnancy that is expected, it passes the time to help in small household chores. I look at them, and I wonder if they ever decide to me a life similar to their future, although I think the chances that I wear one of those aprons flowers are almost non-existent. Qunado Lorenzo came home Simona kissed on the lips, and gave me a slap on the cheek. If you would like to have him be home, I could do it a sacrifice. He took off the heavy coat and started talking to her belly. It will be a good dad, though, is a girl, will be the woman that I will take it away. It is not easy similar fight with rivals. Even the image with its jet-black hair and eyes including Simon.
11-CICATRICI
One morning, before you all woke up I came face to face with my reflection in the mirror. I was completely different from how I imagined a child is completely different from the last time I saw Yanez. It had been now a couple of years since I had told him that I preferred to stay with Kennedy. There had been bad, had not understood, as usual. Approaching the glass began to think what to do, ricapitolai briefly the situation ... split lip, deep shadows, a long cut on his nose, perhaps broken After the quarrel the night before. I had to do something before that you wake up and see me so low. I began to dab the blood that was caked on my skin, holding my breath, dry with a movement, I straightened the nose, dabbing the blood that came out dripping along his chin. Holding the retching and the screams of pain disinfettai all wounds and I spalmai a layer of foundation and powder to hide any trace of the passage of Kennedy on my body. I could not hide everything, but with her face in similar conditions, I was easier to lie, pretend or an accident. The last step was to tie the hair in order to leave partially covered his forehead.
"Amoreeee! where's breakfast? There are seven five minutes, and the table is laid not! "
Courses in the kitchen, ready to set the table, fortunately breakfast was ready, but I knew. I knew you were just left home, I received my punishment. The scars of those years will be forever imprinted on my face.
From the diary of Isa -23 January-
I look at the long scar on my stomach, today I said goodbye to my baby. I've spent nights dreaming. Part of me knows that was his. It would have been too good to be true. A merger of the two of us, we would close in his arms, and no one would longer able to deny that we were meant for each other. You would surely have brought a horse, I would let enveloping her small fingers around my finger. This would have loved, we would smile. Would you have talked to my belly, you'd fallen asleep next to me stroking, I would sing for you a chant that we sang our grandmother. It would have been nice. Everyone would stop to peer in the wheelchair to enjoy the fruit of our love. But this baby is already giving it to you another. It 's a string each other that night. It 'another woman in which dry the tears. It 'another woman you married. And 'the other a woman who is making his father. While you wait for that child, another soon ceased to exist. You hear the beating of his heart, I felt the heartbeat of our baby. You never know what has bound, only I will preserve this secret. Every night I'll dream of caressing his head. It is not worth having a child if this child is not yours and will not be with you.
caress the little scar. I will always remember that for a moment just because we had an.
caress this scar in the knowledge that with that child, she left the last part of us. This night I'll dream
. The dream of
tomorrow night.
And I'll dream the day after tomorrow night ...
When you hold your baby, I will think of what has never been our child.
12-COMPLEANNI
The eleventh day of your compleannom the party was quite small, but Yanez was present. After her face to face with Kennedy, had set the record straight, and his presence at every event important to you was accepted. Of course my husband was looking for any excuse to fight, and to make it disagreeable in your sight. What had been the effect, because you still reject it as a father. That same morning I made the decision most important of my life. Shortly before the party I gave in the hands of Kennedy's book with the diaries of my mother. At first he was incredulous, he did not expect such a low blow, but trusted in my discretion, and most importantly in my fear of him. I knew that Yanez had just left our house, I would have to pay for my actions, I remained unmoved and continued to smile. Just left the room got up the phone and dialed the number:
"Have you read? Look, the party ending at 22, 23 presented to you, you should be able to catch him red-handed. Yes, I'm sure, is what I want, that man will not affect most of my life, nor that of my son! Albertino? He'll get! No, it's too early to know the truth ... ... No! I told you all I will say when she's older. Will already traumatic everything else ... is better than not knowing anything! For now it is better that way. So I can count? Try .. Try not to arrive at the party to please ... "From the diary of
Isa -23 June-
Today Andrea took a year. It looks very similar to Simon ... but is also similar to Lorenzo. I've never picked up. More does not speak, gives nonsense verses, and all the love for that too. While the nursing YOU, and everyone was distracted by the cake and the music, I preferred to go out into the porch to get some fresh air. I looked at the stars, I thought of the past, when we were children, Lorenzo and the camp was playing with his friends, and would not let me sleep outside in tents with them because I was too small. Even now it is so, he has created a nucleus, there is harmony between him ee others, and I feel too different to be able to join. A hand is resting on my shoulder
"Remember the time where you and you have months to Nicola roasting those marshmallows ... those pink .. and ... you pull me back to hunt? "
" Oh, Isa! "burst out laughing. "Only you can remember these things! We were kids! "
" Yes, I was 7 years ... "
" And I'm 13 ... "
" Sometimes I would go back to those days ... to ... "Do not let me finish the sentence.
"Isa, no going back. Then a minute without Andrea, if only for a dip in the past, I can not imagine ... "
" Why are not more like Lorenzo first? We can not try to be friends? "
He shook his arms, and I let myself be lulled by the scent, squeezing slightly to me, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. Abruptly broke off from me and went inside.
'E' Isa for this, we can not be friends. "
13-LIBERTA '
Remember him? When the police arrived to take away Kennedy you were just blowing the candles on the cake. I'd rather wait until you were in bed, maybe invent a lie any, still less painful than that my mother had invented with me to explain the disappearance. They said they had to be sure to find him at home. Bales. Balle! You will aggrappasti to his legs. Shouting, crying, begged them not to take it away, but they did the same. I tried to hold back, I hold you and tried to hug you, but you rejected my grasp.
"Papàààààààààà"
After many hours I managed to get to sleep, had ended in tears, his hands clutching a teddy bear that we had Kennedy got a kid.
I heard the doorbell, Eric, do you remember him? Eric asked me some information, he managed to make me complain, he was able to speak and tell me everything, even what was not mentioned in the diaries.
"Giulia will understand! Tomorrow when you put yourself up to the table and tries to explain everything. It 's a good kid, very mature for his age, he will put many questions, it's time you tell them the truth "
" No, Eric, I can not. I do not want him to remain traumatized by this story! We shall we go from here, leave this damn house and start a peaceful life now. "
" Julia, Do not wait, tell him everything! "
" Eric, I told you everything I knew, I gave the t test, when I have to testify, your job is finished. Do not teach me how to make the parent, if you do not you know nothing! "
" Julia ... "
" Eric, thank you for the help, now get out! See you tomorrow at the restaurant ... "
We were free.
From the diary of Isa -1 July-
SNET When I knock on the door this morning, I did not imagine he was. Entering threw himself on me crying as a child.
"Isa, has left me. Simon has left me and was carried off Andrea! "
" What? Lorenzo, trying to calm down and tell me everything! "Inside of me I suppress a cry of joy.
He did not want to talk, did something I knew I would regret it, but I was selfish.
Later, in bed, it was decided to talk.
"He said he did not take it anymore, that this story is too great a stress, that even though she gave me a son I will not be faithful. But you are wrong. You know that Isa ... since I heard about the baby ... I do not have more touched with a finger! "
" Yes, I know ... Lorenzo will see that come back! "
" No Isa, this time not coming back. She says I've never looked at how I look at you. I took away my son Isa! "
" Do not you deserve it Lorenzo! You'll see that fixing things! I ... I have some money aside and pay a lawyer, e. .. you'll see that we can prove that there is adultery ... get the care you'll see! "
" What is this us? Isa What are you doing here? It 's been a mistake to come here, come to bed with you! All a terrible mistake! "
"Lorenzo, open your eyes! We are ... we are free at last! "Leaving
slammed the door, biting my lip I thrown back to bed, and there I stayed until the arrival of Cecilia. I was going to tell you all this morning, while he was in my arms. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, I wanted dirlgi of our child, but I lacked the courage. You have not noticed my scar, once would have noticed. In my mind echoes his last words:
"I'm free, I am alone!"
14-RICHIESTE
I know, you asked me a lot of times, I have it asked yesterday, but I was really convinced you would not understand. You're great, you have become as good as Dad. Although Yanez has a great similarity on you, I'm not completely agree, every line, every feature, every expression is purely Lima. I look at pictures of grandparents and great-grandparents, and the mouth, nose, the gradient of the eye is present in every man's family shows. Is also similar to Uncle Lorenzo, although he is not a Lima, contact with us has changed more than him Desderi, soul and even nos only aesthetically.
Qunado you approached me yesterday, and did you ask me, I could not believe my ears.
"Mom, back to Dad! Let's go back to being the family that we once were! "
" Honey, all this with you, you know that Dad is a criminal, and not imprisonment he could still leave. "
" A criminal ? And what would be his fault? All are silent, the topic is taboo, but I have 16 years, and I deserve to know because my father is imprisoned within four walls! You say that he could not go out anyway, but it is not true! You can get it out! You can withdraw the complaint! I know it's your fault! Do you not have understood? You've always been jealous, you were always just a big selfish! Between that dude and that idiot of Yanez Edward, you did not do more than satisfy your whims, you never thought of me! Dad was the only one who understood me, and you've taken away from me, now I'm alone! I ask only this: my father back home, forget the past. He also wants him. The last time he told me ... he misses you too. "
" Honey, I wish I could esauidire your request, but we both know that this is not possible. "
When you climbed the stairs to close yourself in your room, I did not imagine the rest ...
From the diary of Isa -3 October
Today, after months we go to bed together, Lorenzo has noticed bruises on my wrists.
"Isa What is this stuff? Like you're made of them? "
" Oh, it's nothing ... it's just that when Mark gets angry ... lose a little 'head ... "
" And you bear it all so ;? tell me about it as if it were nothing? Do not be opposed? Why did not you rebel, why do not you ask someone for help? "
" And to whom I should ask for help? To you? For four years you and Simona you separate, four years come to bed with me, four years do not take place. "
" Isa, look, if you need help you can trust me, you can ask me. I'm your brother! "
was then that I went hysterical to the brain.
"So do not you understand? Continue to delude yourself that your words are true? We are not brother and sister, but managed to accept it, then we can be happy! Not before! "
In front of my tears came, and I squeezed in a hug.
"Isa, do not cry on ... I'm sorry, sorry ... you'll see that we will find a solution ... us ... will find it ... "
" We must get rid of him Lorenzo ... when he will be no more, I inherit a lot of money! You could get custody of Andrew, we could run away and be happy together! "
" Even with this history Isa! And how we should get rid of him? Killing him? "
"..."" No, you can not ask such a thing! "
" I'll think of all love, everything will seem an accident, I promise! "
15-OMICIDI
was middle of the night, and despite everything I continued to feel a strange sensation. I tried counting sheep, thinking about nice things that would distract me and make me fall asleep. Nothing. I tried to summarize all the little things that I remember to do before going to bed, turn off the lights, gas, locked the door, tuck ... that I had not done. Your door was locked from inside and came just music at full volume. I thought that in that case only a chamomile could facilitate sleep. I went down to the kitchen, guiding them to grope in the dark to find the light switch. When I finally began to illuminate the neon Environment an interruption, the scene that showed in my eyes was horrifying. You, lying on the ground surrounded by blood ... blood on your clothes, blood on your face. I was ready to scream for help, get close to you when I saw those long marks on your arms, the cutter in your right hand. Look in my eyes, your breath was slight, softly. Perhaps you wanted to talk, but you were too weak to do so. I still do not fully understand why your gesture. Now I'm here in front of the body of my child, wondering why all. If ... If only I had spoken, if ... if only I had told the truth from the beginning you do not you have done. Your suicide is my murder. Close your eyes with a hand gesture, I would like to stay close to your body, try to warm it up, do not leave you alone, but I can not let you stay there, lying on the floor. Around the kitchen is in disarray, the board has not even been cleared, my child can not lie in a place like that ... I have to clean up, blood everywhere dirt everywhere, my child can not stay in this place .
Diary Isa -31 December-
Today was the happiest day of my life. Marco died. And 'everything went according to plan, it was not hard to believe all that he had fallen down the stairs, rolled. Moreover, despite him being held in the form consistently, and made the gym. her age was what it was. Lorenzo and I have arranged the perfect body, we are not completely a lie, it was only one truth ... with some gaps. Simply said we do not have to push it was Lorenzo. I would have done myself, but I would never be able to win against its strength, the rest are a woman. I watched him fall, I watched his eyes in terror, heard the sound of that shattered his bones rolling down the steps of wood. After so much evil, so much pain, he has paid. New year, new life. Simona has cried so much at the sight of his corpse, the first ambulance arrived, the body had not yet been covered by the sheet. It is close to Lorenzo, Did I granted I do not know why, maybe because I thought the best thing to do to sdeviare suspects. Even the nurse confirmed that there were no signs of struggle, we have a sprained ankle to make it more credible. I really thought about every detail. Lorenzo should arrive tomorrow morning, we leave for a vacation with the child, as if we were a family, new year, new life, as they say! These years with Mark will be just an awkward brackets. For the new year I see a glittering future. only us, no one can put a spoke in the wheels.
THE 16-SPOT
Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me like I was an unnatural mother, do not look at me with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
me to squeeze the body of Alberto. Young, hot and strong. It is 6 am, the ambulance will take you away at any moment, I ask you to resist, forgive me, because now you know everything, do not follow ... do not let her play from the death which falls to me , hold for you, hold on to us. Do not look at me with those blue eyes more. Have you closed. Your body is now cold. On your face, the usual spot, with my tears I wash away.
From the diary of Isa -1 January-
Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me as if I was a perverted man, do not look with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
I was hoping that what I read in your eyes was not only the fruit of my love inside you there was really something good. We killed a man, and give yourself as if nothing had happened. I would look at you and see you as beautiful as I saw you once, when alone in the moonlight we talked of love. No longer. Isa, you stain everything it touches, and you have tainted me. I have made, I have not mentioned your name. I did as you always wanted, I gave myself you. Do not look, do not cry, I start a new life, a life without you, hoping one day to be able to redeem myself, to forgive me.
I love you, and I would not. Love. My sweet love. This is a farewell letter. Goodbye.
I hope you have enjoyed this latest chapter in the Legacy Lima
XD I know, I wrote the end, because there was. I can not aggironare for a while '... so I leave you with a possible final and not open anyway ... hope you enjoyed my hard work e. .. I hope to having at least a little excited. Happy New Year. Thanks to those who followed me so far. :)
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Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me like I was an unnatural mother, do not look at me with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
shook me to the body of Edward. Young, hot and strong. It was 19, Kennedy would be back any minute, he tried to come off, I tried to eat, even for a few seconds his lips. One last kiss before goodbye.
From the diary of Isa -18 October-
Today Lorenzo is married. Simon was beautiful in her white dress, long red hair freed from the white veil, fell to her shoulders in long ringlets. They were happy, they looked into his eyes. I watched them from afar, with that dress bridesmaid too pompous and too chaste for my taste. Have a drink, and with his right hand tried to fix the bow that I was hanging on his shoulder, watching his face beaming, he and caressing. It was too good. The blacks hair, gray eyes had taken them from the first wife of Mark, his mother. It was for the physical characteristic that many of us mistook for his brother and sister, but in fact we were only half-brothers. When her lips touched those of the bride, in a fit of rage frantumai the cup in my hands, wounding, and with the same momentum tore the bow from the abbot and used it to stanch the blood that dripped from his hand. Courses outside the gazebo, stumbling in the wide tulle skirt, slipping on the wet grass and a little 'crystallized by snow the night before. The pain I felt was not physical, but inside, the man I loved was marrying another, and I could not tell it to do anything. I went to bump into him, was a thud. Mark took my hand and squeezed it, with an expression of bewilderment in his eyes. We stared for a few seconds. He was the big boss. He was the head of Mark, the head of Lorenzo, as well as Simon's father. Both hated him, both thought was an asshole profiteer. Was.
2-OBLIGATIONS
Kennedy kissed passionately, most recently the news that Kennedy attacked the seeds of the womb of the incubator gave me confidence, I was hoping with a little 'of flattery, it removed the head adopting unhealthy idea. He was pleased with all that sex "free" and let me fare.Del rest, he still had the illusion of having him on the side of the knife handle. He would have liked a little girl ... I would like to get rid of him.
The phone rang to inform us of the worst of news, we could finally know the nightmare that would house the child. Seeing
showed a couple of decades, was to be a nice mix of ethnic groups, Hispanics having the features, and blond hair sticking out from the brown dye. It was there, sitting on the sofa in our living room, with your legs together and a cup of teh, which swayed beneath his trembling hands. The look was short, do not even remember the color of his eyes, maybe she realized my attitude is not too friendly. In contrast, Kennedy treated the incubator very politely, also greeted with big hugs. From my point of view I could not help but wonder what pushed a girl of her age to sell his body for so little money cent ...
In the interview with the nightmare my nightmare had become an obligation. That child would have been early in our journey home. From
diraio Isa -31 December-
Marco had it fixed to get married last year, to begin the new year to get married. I front of the mirror I placed the necklace of pearls, then smooth the frangia. I was so different from Simon on his marriage. I tried to fix the silk dress by slipping on my legs, making him join, I put my coat and took the bouquet of white roses in her hands. I watched him and saw them in the memories of my adolescence, the first time I kissed Lorenzo, in summer, after downpour, soaked in the shed ... our first time at the lake, on vacation in the tent ... the last time I spoke that night in the garden in the moonlight. Simon was to bring me back to reality, it was time to cross the aisle. It was the happiest ever for my wedding. I thought myself to be bridesmaid for her to be an unwelcome obligation, but what seemed to me an obligation, for she was a victory. She did not mind the fact his father was going to marry, I was just one of many.
"I can not wait to get married, at least let it be me and my husband"
Smiles, with an air of superiority, and walked towards what to me was the gallows, as if I were a suicide bomber.
Surely this night, when Mark I tighten the arms, shall imagine to be among those of Lorenzo.
3-MOTHERS AND CHILDREN
That morning I came to wake you.
"Albert, who were you doing with your grandmother's diary in his hand? I've always said that is a very valuable oject for your mother, and never, ever, your father must know of its existence! "
looked at me with your eyes puffy from sleep, but I could not afford to say that Kennedy I had such an important piece of evidence against him.
"Repeat after me: I'm sorry Mom, I'm not anymore."
"But Mom I do not understand why you want to keep a secret from Dad. it's just a diary, maybe he'd love to know the history of our family! "
" Alberto! Repeat "after me: I'm sorry Mom, do not do it again! Alberto, do it! "
" Okay, do not do it again ... "
" E? "
" Sorry "
ributtasti you to bed, your little face sank into the pillow, and I could hear light sobs. I came out of your room, slamming the door perhaps too strong. No one likes to hear the story of our family, I thought to myself. Would not like to even know me.
From the diary of Isa -31 December-
With a long sigh for I did walk together, a few steps away from me, Mark, in the guise of vicepadre, I waited to cross the aisle. My mother read my eyes, uncertainty, and motioning to the orchestra to continue with the music and wait for the wedding march, with the other arm grabbed me and took me aside.
"Do you remember what happened when you told us you wanted to get engaged to that man? Mark left the living room when you made the announcement! Now, think carefully before making your usual crap from spoiled child! "
I yanked my arm and stared at me with his clear eyes, full of anger.
"That man is now standing there before the altar, and expects you to go there to marry him with a smile on that little face. You can not turn back now Isabella! Before, you thought maybe the consequences, but if you now try to think, you can easily realize if that does not cross that aisle Mark will lose their jobs, as well as Lorenzo "
I looked down, I had a big cock. He glanced into the church, the shape of Lorenzo, who with his arm around her waist Simon. I made again a big sigh, with a careless gesture scansai hair from her face and I motioned the orchestra to begin. For the first time in my life, my mother showed me a fair choice.
4-WATER
I was at the supermarket when I saw a familiar face in the crowd. Yanez. I smiled, though it was a bit 'stupid to do it. Between a smile and the other circumstances we decided to dig up the old times in our own way. I am surprised at how once again the fate, faced with a difficulty was pushing me into his arms once again. It must have been all over, sometimes it is impossible to say enough. We dive into the water whirlpool, I could see all the tiny droplets that trickled down her body, the vapor enveloped us, the illusion that this was only a dream that I was back on my feet again. Through our eyes tried to tell the events of recent months. Many things had changed since the first time we had a fight, his hair blacks were beginning to be less dense, and mixed with light silver wire, but soon I was interested, I could follow with my fingers paths traced by tiny lines of expression that crossed his eyes and sides of your mouth ... the front ... many laughs, so many unnecessary quarrels. Going back in time to when I was eighteen I jumped on the fly with him into the sunset, with you in the womb ... A grunt of rage broke that magic moment.
From the diary of Isa -12 January-
When I opened my eyes this morning, I felt sore all over, the memories of last night were blurred, he was beside me, on my skin c 'was his smell, yet ... that sucks! That meant shower, no, bathroom with shower gel and maybe hectoliters of Amuchina! I tried to be cautious and quiet, if he woke up he could ask or even a hat-trick ... no, just the encore, at his age can no longer afford a set. Fortunately the alarm reminded me to take my pill ... I do not want permanent and unpleasant memories of this night! He turned, woke up, smiled at me. Shooting hid drugs behind my back, and smiles.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"You look beautiful this morning ..." he said, his voice thick.
"I am always beautiful, and if you want to continue like this, you better let me go for a nice relaxing bath. I've destroyed tonight! "I lied.
laughed ... amazing how he still believe my lies.
In the next room I heard him put on ... I hoped to go away before I got out of the bathroom. Immersed in the bath I took his fingers rose petals that had broken before you enter. I watched the various shades of scarlet red, sweet memories resurface to mind ... with a quick wave of his hand I took a slap at that water, I tried to delete those faces, those memories. It was no good, needless to escape.
5-SLAP
I left dall'idromassaggio, pointless to hide the evidence. Kennedy had discovered there, any excuse would have been superfluous, if not ridiculous. Put a towel Yanez, and I approached my husband with his eyes down, prepared to put up with all his giustificabilissimi insults. The first blow came quick and unexpected. It was burning. I took her hand to her cheek with incredulous look. How could she do that? Hit me! The second was a punch straight to the stomach, then a kick, until I acascia breathless on the ground in pain. The tears streaming down her face, trying not to cry, not to be vulnerable, to crawl I tried to slip out of his reach. Streams of blood came out of my nose, so naked and defenseless begged him to stop. The carpeting began to stain red, a deja-vu of the night made me shudder. I tried to cover myself with a towel, but Kennedy would not let me.
"Whore! Stay well, naked! Let everyone see who you are! Only a whore! "
He tried to get out and drag me out of the house, out into the garden to show all the neighbors my sin, it was only thanks to that Yanez was able to flee to humiliation.
From the diary of -7 in March-Isa
I love it when Mark left for his business and I rely on loving the hands of my mother. It 's a bit paranoid on the subject of treason, thus, to avoid leaving the house free, and at your lover, let me return to the farm. I'm sorry, says he wants me to be in contact with Simon, to make friends, we are his two "women". Does not cost me anything to obey and spend some 'time in contact with Lorenzo.
course, the situation between us is not exactly idyllic. After my marriage was nothing like before. He is cold, unfriendly, I do not like being left behind. This afternoon I took advantage of the fact that we were alone in the house to try to talk to him. He was sitting quietly the dining room table, intent on filling one of his boring bills. I came from behind and dropped the robe I went. I ignored it completely. I do not give up and tried to brush her neck. In response, he stood up covering his eyes and gave me back the first rag in his hands that he happened to make me put on, turned on his heels and had to go to the kitchen. I ran after him, trying to stop it, my crepe in front of him, face to face, with a provocative look.
"Talk to me! Lorenzo react, take an initiative for once in your life! "
continued to stare at me without saying a word.
I tried to take him by the shoulders, shook him, in reply he turned his face away. In anger I pulled the slap, scratching his right cheek. He shook his head and walked away, leaving me alone, and my phone rang.
6-FACE TO FACE
Kennedy began to shove Yanez, looking for the fight. In response, he tried to get away from the room to protect me, but it was inutile.La their fight was physical rather than verbal, and no low blows.
"You! Wretch! Did you have to make you my wife? I have given the job, and you reward me with this! "
" Look at you! You are simply ridiculous! It seems you had two slices of ham on the eyes for all these years! But I've seen Albert? Her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones?! You have denied the evidence for 11 years! "He smiled with a bold attitude. I brought my hands on the front, ready for the worst. I was told all along that this was just my secret, that was not evident. But it was not. Yanez knew, and had pretended all these years. I felt anger salirmi the temples.
"Get out of here, subitoooooo" Kennedy was completely out of himself, began to shake their fists in the air, trying in vain to hit Yanez. The age difference weighed as boulders, making every movement clumsy and awkward. In response Yanez shrugged, gave me something to cover me and stroking my face said
"I come to pick you up tomorrow, you prepare the baby."
I looked at him with a question mark in her eyes:
"Why ?
From the diary of Isa -10 March-
In my room to pack, the free ride was over, I go home, the business trip to Marco is over, waiting for me tomorrow the villa. It 'been unsuccessful this time for those who they were my projects. With Lorenzo is no longer anything happened that day. I am a bit 'regretted that slap, but then, as it has made the situation, things could only improve. This morning Simon came into my room for yet another face to face with me. This time it was not like the others, she was crying.
"Isa ... please ... "
I went to her, pointing the finger at him, with contempt
" Tuuu tuuu ... ... you can not call me that! You're not my mother, you're my sister, you're not my friend, you are nothing to me! "
" Isabella, OK, but now let me speak. I want you to leave this alone Lorenzo. I never asked for anything, but searched and searched for a while to understand. I love him, he's all for me! .. We're trying to have a baby, we're a family, I do not screw it up ... please! "She was in tears, sobbing in front of me, and never before has it seemed more fragile. 'S perfect for him. Sweet, caring mother. Completely different from me. In these cases it is said: If it were not for him we'd been able to be friends, in our case is a lie. She and I we never meet us.
"Simon, I'll explain in a simple way, so that even you can get: I see, I like, I'll take it. Forget it. Now go away, Go out quickly into this room! "
7-EXPLANATION
When Yanez finally left us alone, I went into the bedroom to get dressed, thinking it was all finito.Naturalmente, as always I was wrong. I chased Kennedy, had not finished with me, especially after the bomb that I thought had thrown the Yanez.
"Perhaps you think I'm completely stupid, but it is not. Do not think I did not know about you and Yanez and your mate like rabbits! "I looked, I could not to understand .. if he knew everything, so, why?
"Sit down, sit down, here the owl is not me. More ... it was all calculated, Haim, I tried, I'm still trying, are sterile, I can not bear children. I have noticed the furtive glances that will run you and that waiter. You wanted him, I wanted a child, someone who carries my last name. Well, now that I have, I discovered that I'm not going to spend that much for the Horn of turn. It was one thing to see you with Yanez, your first love, it seemed almost bearable, but now that you do also with the delivery boy .. well is too much even for me. I had my baby, you can choose to go to make a whore around or stay with your child. The choice is yours. 've always wanted to be able to choose from, now you have the chance. "
" You do not take me away my baby! You can not! Not even his father! "
" Ahn, really? "He looked at me defiantly. "Then do it! Tell your child that really is a bastard! Shouts to everyone that you're a whore. "
" Rest "I said through tears.
"What?"
"Rest!"
From the diary of Isa -18 August-
Today I showed the family the ultimate gift of Mark, a new ring. I stared at Lorenzo in the eyes, smiling, triumphant, I expected some reaction to her, but I read only a huge surprise. All of a sudden I took her by the arm and dragged me to the garden in front of the house. I was leaning against the trunk of a tree. Was even more beautiful at night, the moon shone on her right cheek, making her skin of a silvery color. I stroked, I tried to bring my face to her, stopping inches from his mouth, staring straight at me, waiting, waiting to know what would be his move. He left me abruptly, The temptation was strong for both.
"What the fuck did you Isa! Did you go to marry one of the men assholes in town! Now you can not go back! "
" But I have wanted to marry Lorenzo! I'm not the type to back IO "
" What you're reproaching Isa? Did you know that we can not "
was he who approached me this time, for my every breath I could almost feel the taste of her lips. There hugging, clinging to each other, both in tears.
"You are my sister and we can not."
"No, I'm your sister, we are not brothers, we do not behave as brothers, we do not look like they look at two brothers, does not affect us as if we were brothers."
"Why do you Isa? For revenge against mei? Do not do it, go away from here, let us part, get a life outside of us. "
" Why do I do? Why I did not think it's worth it, live it, to be poor in the chamber. When you will understand that life is different from this? "
I was definitely yelling, gesturing up and down the garden-fetched thousands of projects, for both of us away, happy. Approaching again, I rested my body to her, I approached my lips to his ear and whispered:
"When he dies, the inheritance will be mine, we can go anywhere, anywhere you want, we can finally be the one we want. "
I grabbed it, slamming into the tree.
"Isa, I do not know you anymore."
I saw the silhouette of her body away, and the curtains of the window in the living room to turn instinctively shutting my eyes. I glimpsed the outline of Simona. I care very little what you have seen or could understand. Turning
Lorenzo grabbed by the neck, and kissed him with a desperation and a rush that I had never tried before.
8-VIOLENCE
"Nonnonnonno! You have chosen to stay, you chose to be my wife, be a wife! "
Kennedy grabbed my wrists, squeezing until I hear a strange noise, a pop dry, then joined both of my hands, in the narrow his left, and I covered her mouth the right to stifle my screams.
"Shhhhhh! My love, the neighbors could hear me, try to contain your passion, "he chuckled.
divincolai me, trying to shift the weight of running to the door, every energy was wasted. He pulled me a punch in the stomach full, all the rest, fortunately, is only a vague memory. I saw shadows moving around me, I hear your voice calling me, trying to reassure Kennedy laughing, and saying that I was just sleeping ... When I regained consciousness there was no one around me ... my wrists were covered with large bruises blacks, like the rest of the body of the rest. My left wrist was swollen like a melon, it was obviously broken, the hospital was excluded, or I should explain the rest, the bandage to the good and better, still moving I can feel it burning. I slipped in the shower, avoiding your eyes worried and trying to lift my body from his sweat, the smell of smoke, that reminds me every impression that he had given me that.
"Giuliaaaa! Love, hurry up, it's noon and I was very hungry and we Albertino, true punk? "
I heard laughing and joking and chasing for the living room, that was my life now.
From the diary of Isa -10 September
Today Marco and I have argued, there has been some suspicion on me and Lorenzo ... yet we were very cautious from that night. We stopped for lunch glancing grim, and often we are alone together. However something or someone, has made him a flea in his ear. Simona.
I had approached Mark to massage a little 'back, since returning from work always complains of fatigue, back, etc. ...
"I heard that between you and Lorenzo is a special feeling ..."
"Well, sure honey, as there is between all the brothers. He being the eldest, is very protective of me ... "
" But if I'm not mistaken you two are not really brothers ... so this thing does not apply to you two ... "
" I Our parents got married when I was 5 years old and he 11, we grew up together, he is my brother. "
" But I do not think there is between you two ... so this bond of brotherhood. You look so strange, and looks at me strangely. "His voice had lost its usual calm, and seemed just a grunt.
"Love, you're wrong ... we ..." Do not let me finish my sentence, I took a slap in the face and pushed me onto the bed.
"Never, never again You dare tell me I'm wrong!" Began to take off his belt ...
"Now you, as I kiss kisses him."
9-
NEWS
That morning it was you to come and wake:
"Mom! Mammaaaaaa! They said they'll publish it! Publish the diary! "
I jumped up, and while you dragged out of the room said," But it's great treasure! Then do the famous book of poems that you invented to school? I can not wait to read it, and I bet that even dad can not wait! "
Kennedy smiled, winked, he had bait in full.
"Love, how many times I told you that you should not talk to my father's grandmother's diary?"
"But Mom, if you publish is not the same thing? Then it can and will read it too! "
I knelt in front of you messing your hair.
"Honey, we just want to surprise Dad! You'll see when he reads it and sees that he is one of the protagonists fall short in garden! "
" Really? "
" Of course darling! It will be a great surprise for him! So now we are quietly, when you leave you'll see that will give him a fair copy "
Your sweet smile made me tears in my eyes, I always hated to lie, but in that case was inevitable. I did not know how long you would be able to keep the secret, the lie, the one tiny lie, you would keep good for a while '. While jumping up and down the room, I hid the letter of the publisher and the free copy of the book in a safe place, I needed more time, it was still too early.
From the diary of Isa -31 December-
Until a year ago I never imagined that things would change so much. This morning I did the test. Positive, I'm pregnant, of course, I immediately threw away the box and all the evidence, I have even thrown I am the garbage bag away, without waiting for the arrival of Cecilia. and 'a piece of news was unexpected to say the least, since I have always taken the right precautions, in addition, I have no idea who the father of the child. The rest of the morning I spent in doubt, until my mother invited me and Mark's house to give us the great news. We were all seated in front of the fireplace in the dining room waiting for us a table spread for the New Year's Eve. It was then that Simon and Lawrence stood up and, shaking hands with each other they decided to give us the good news: "Simon's pregnant!" He said beaming. Her, beaming at me eyes, had won.
"Isa, you are about to become a grandmother, you are not happy?" Said her proud voice, in her eyes I read the pure satisfaction that the approach gave my name to the word grandmother.
Marco got up and ran to embrace her daughter and son, could not be happier than that. I, without changing expression of my face are limited to sip my drink, fared less well than last time, and try to look for Lorenzo, who needless to say, Simon was hard on the stomach.
"I am now in the third month, a little 'belly is seen ... but it does not matter. We wish much a child knows that destiny does not hear us! "
" Yes darling, but remember ... "
" Yes, yes! We want the surprise then .... things given to us only neutral colors! I do not know if I'll resist! "They all broke out laughing.
I got up and ran to the bathroom to vomit, and, with his head in the toilet, I tried to imagine Simon's face at the exact moment when he knew I was pregnant I also, perhaps, of her husband. But that Haim is not possible.
10-CASALINGHE
Kennedy proved a violent and possessive husband. I was scared, he hit me for anything, I had bruises all over his body. Bear. Not because I liked being treated like that, but because I was afraid it might hurt you. You love Kennedy, is your dad, among you there was always a feeling that with me there. You do not get upset if dinner was served for lunch and dinner at 19, when the tea was too hot or if I fell on a fork on the floor. Often I would get up early in the morning to prepare the necessary day to day. We had more personal service, I was up cleaning the house, washing dishes, making bread because he did not like the oven next to the house. I was still allowed to go to work, if only contributed to the revenue and my livelihood. Kennedy wanted a perfect wife, a perfect housewife. I was trying to be presentable at all times, to smile in front of the Friends of Kennedy, who presented themselves to the most absurd times to visit. In the evening, when I went to tuck, I was hoping you did not sleep and told me to tell you one, two, three stories, but you were a good kid too, and I'll settle for a caress and the usual rigmarole, then I heard his voice call me, and already felt on the skin the smell of alcohol and sweat. From
diraio Isa 20-January-
The cold is now so much to penetrate the bone. Simon spends his afternoons to sew woolen socks, and it is very stupid, because the small born in the summer. I think she likes the idea of becoming a mother rather than be one. Lorenzo is building a wooden cradle with his hands, the cradle should do it for our child, but watching his wife understand why things did not go as I wish. This afternoon, the perfect housewife made a cake for the whole family, and although I took with me is Cecilia, and she is very tired from a difficult pregnancy that is expected, it passes the time to help in small household chores. I look at them, and I wonder if they ever decide to me a life similar to their future, although I think the chances that I wear one of those aprons flowers are almost non-existent. Qunado Lorenzo came home Simona kissed on the lips, and gave me a slap on the cheek. If you would like to have him be home, I could do it a sacrifice. He took off the heavy coat and started talking to her belly. It will be a good dad, though, is a girl, will be the woman that I will take it away. It is not easy similar fight with rivals. Even the image with its jet-black hair and eyes including Simon.
11-CICATRICI
One morning, before you all woke up I came face to face with my reflection in the mirror. I was completely different from how I imagined a child is completely different from the last time I saw Yanez. It had been now a couple of years since I had told him that I preferred to stay with Kennedy. There had been bad, had not understood, as usual. Approaching the glass began to think what to do, ricapitolai briefly the situation ... split lip, deep shadows, a long cut on his nose, perhaps broken After the quarrel the night before. I had to do something before that you wake up and see me so low. I began to dab the blood that was caked on my skin, holding my breath, dry with a movement, I straightened the nose, dabbing the blood that came out dripping along his chin. Holding the retching and the screams of pain disinfettai all wounds and I spalmai a layer of foundation and powder to hide any trace of the passage of Kennedy on my body. I could not hide everything, but with her face in similar conditions, I was easier to lie, pretend or an accident. The last step was to tie the hair in order to leave partially covered his forehead.
"Amoreeee! where's breakfast? There are seven five minutes, and the table is laid not! "
Courses in the kitchen, ready to set the table, fortunately breakfast was ready, but I knew. I knew you were just left home, I received my punishment. The scars of those years will be forever imprinted on my face.
From the diary of Isa -23 January-
I look at the long scar on my stomach, today I said goodbye to my baby. I've spent nights dreaming. Part of me knows that was his. It would have been too good to be true. A merger of the two of us, we would close in his arms, and no one would longer able to deny that we were meant for each other. You would surely have brought a horse, I would let enveloping her small fingers around my finger. This would have loved, we would smile. Would you have talked to my belly, you'd fallen asleep next to me stroking, I would sing for you a chant that we sang our grandmother. It would have been nice. Everyone would stop to peer in the wheelchair to enjoy the fruit of our love. But this baby is already giving it to you another. It 's a string each other that night. It 'another woman in which dry the tears. It 'another woman you married. And 'the other a woman who is making his father. While you wait for that child, another soon ceased to exist. You hear the beating of his heart, I felt the heartbeat of our baby. You never know what has bound, only I will preserve this secret. Every night I'll dream of caressing his head. It is not worth having a child if this child is not yours and will not be with you.
caress the little scar. I will always remember that for a moment just because we had an.
caress this scar in the knowledge that with that child, she left the last part of us. This night I'll dream
. The dream of
tomorrow night.
And I'll dream the day after tomorrow night ...
When you hold your baby, I will think of what has never been our child.
12-COMPLEANNI
The eleventh day of your compleannom the party was quite small, but Yanez was present. After her face to face with Kennedy, had set the record straight, and his presence at every event important to you was accepted. Of course my husband was looking for any excuse to fight, and to make it disagreeable in your sight. What had been the effect, because you still reject it as a father. That same morning I made the decision most important of my life. Shortly before the party I gave in the hands of Kennedy's book with the diaries of my mother. At first he was incredulous, he did not expect such a low blow, but trusted in my discretion, and most importantly in my fear of him. I knew that Yanez had just left our house, I would have to pay for my actions, I remained unmoved and continued to smile. Just left the room got up the phone and dialed the number:
"Have you read? Look, the party ending at 22, 23 presented to you, you should be able to catch him red-handed. Yes, I'm sure, is what I want, that man will not affect most of my life, nor that of my son! Albertino? He'll get! No, it's too early to know the truth ... ... No! I told you all I will say when she's older. Will already traumatic everything else ... is better than not knowing anything! For now it is better that way. So I can count? Try .. Try not to arrive at the party to please ... "From the diary of
Isa -23 June-
Today Andrea took a year. It looks very similar to Simon ... but is also similar to Lorenzo. I've never picked up. More does not speak, gives nonsense verses, and all the love for that too. While the nursing YOU, and everyone was distracted by the cake and the music, I preferred to go out into the porch to get some fresh air. I looked at the stars, I thought of the past, when we were children, Lorenzo and the camp was playing with his friends, and would not let me sleep outside in tents with them because I was too small. Even now it is so, he has created a nucleus, there is harmony between him ee others, and I feel too different to be able to join. A hand is resting on my shoulder
"Remember the time where you and you have months to Nicola roasting those marshmallows ... those pink .. and ... you pull me back to hunt? "
" Oh, Isa! "burst out laughing. "Only you can remember these things! We were kids! "
" Yes, I was 7 years ... "
" And I'm 13 ... "
" Sometimes I would go back to those days ... to ... "Do not let me finish the sentence.
"Isa, no going back. Then a minute without Andrea, if only for a dip in the past, I can not imagine ... "
" Why are not more like Lorenzo first? We can not try to be friends? "
He shook his arms, and I let myself be lulled by the scent, squeezing slightly to me, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. Abruptly broke off from me and went inside.
'E' Isa for this, we can not be friends. "
13-LIBERTA '
Remember him? When the police arrived to take away Kennedy you were just blowing the candles on the cake. I'd rather wait until you were in bed, maybe invent a lie any, still less painful than that my mother had invented with me to explain the disappearance. They said they had to be sure to find him at home. Bales. Balle! You will aggrappasti to his legs. Shouting, crying, begged them not to take it away, but they did the same. I tried to hold back, I hold you and tried to hug you, but you rejected my grasp.
"Papàààààààààà"
After many hours I managed to get to sleep, had ended in tears, his hands clutching a teddy bear that we had Kennedy got a kid.
I heard the doorbell, Eric, do you remember him? Eric asked me some information, he managed to make me complain, he was able to speak and tell me everything, even what was not mentioned in the diaries.
"Giulia will understand! Tomorrow when you put yourself up to the table and tries to explain everything. It 's a good kid, very mature for his age, he will put many questions, it's time you tell them the truth "
" No, Eric, I can not. I do not want him to remain traumatized by this story! We shall we go from here, leave this damn house and start a peaceful life now. "
" Julia, Do not wait, tell him everything! "
" Eric, I told you everything I knew, I gave the t test, when I have to testify, your job is finished. Do not teach me how to make the parent, if you do not you know nothing! "
" Julia ... "
" Eric, thank you for the help, now get out! See you tomorrow at the restaurant ... "
We were free.
From the diary of Isa -1 July-
SNET When I knock on the door this morning, I did not imagine he was. Entering threw himself on me crying as a child.
"Isa, has left me. Simon has left me and was carried off Andrea! "
" What? Lorenzo, trying to calm down and tell me everything! "Inside of me I suppress a cry of joy.
He did not want to talk, did something I knew I would regret it, but I was selfish.
Later, in bed, it was decided to talk.
"He said he did not take it anymore, that this story is too great a stress, that even though she gave me a son I will not be faithful. But you are wrong. You know that Isa ... since I heard about the baby ... I do not have more touched with a finger! "
" Yes, I know ... Lorenzo will see that come back! "
" No Isa, this time not coming back. She says I've never looked at how I look at you. I took away my son Isa! "
" Do not you deserve it Lorenzo! You'll see that fixing things! I ... I have some money aside and pay a lawyer, e. .. you'll see that we can prove that there is adultery ... get the care you'll see! "
" What is this us? Isa What are you doing here? It 's been a mistake to come here, come to bed with you! All a terrible mistake! "
"Lorenzo, open your eyes! We are ... we are free at last! "Leaving
slammed the door, biting my lip I thrown back to bed, and there I stayed until the arrival of Cecilia. I was going to tell you all this morning, while he was in my arms. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, I wanted dirlgi of our child, but I lacked the courage. You have not noticed my scar, once would have noticed. In my mind echoes his last words:
"I'm free, I am alone!"
14-RICHIESTE
I know, you asked me a lot of times, I have it asked yesterday, but I was really convinced you would not understand. You're great, you have become as good as Dad. Although Yanez has a great similarity on you, I'm not completely agree, every line, every feature, every expression is purely Lima. I look at pictures of grandparents and great-grandparents, and the mouth, nose, the gradient of the eye is present in every man's family shows. Is also similar to Uncle Lorenzo, although he is not a Lima, contact with us has changed more than him Desderi, soul and even nos only aesthetically.
Qunado you approached me yesterday, and did you ask me, I could not believe my ears.
"Mom, back to Dad! Let's go back to being the family that we once were! "
" Honey, all this with you, you know that Dad is a criminal, and not imprisonment he could still leave. "
" A criminal ? And what would be his fault? All are silent, the topic is taboo, but I have 16 years, and I deserve to know because my father is imprisoned within four walls! You say that he could not go out anyway, but it is not true! You can get it out! You can withdraw the complaint! I know it's your fault! Do you not have understood? You've always been jealous, you were always just a big selfish! Between that dude and that idiot of Yanez Edward, you did not do more than satisfy your whims, you never thought of me! Dad was the only one who understood me, and you've taken away from me, now I'm alone! I ask only this: my father back home, forget the past. He also wants him. The last time he told me ... he misses you too. "
" Honey, I wish I could esauidire your request, but we both know that this is not possible. "
When you climbed the stairs to close yourself in your room, I did not imagine the rest ...
From the diary of Isa -3 October
Today, after months we go to bed together, Lorenzo has noticed bruises on my wrists.
"Isa What is this stuff? Like you're made of them? "
" Oh, it's nothing ... it's just that when Mark gets angry ... lose a little 'head ... "
" And you bear it all so ;? tell me about it as if it were nothing? Do not be opposed? Why did not you rebel, why do not you ask someone for help? "
" And to whom I should ask for help? To you? For four years you and Simona you separate, four years come to bed with me, four years do not take place. "
" Isa, look, if you need help you can trust me, you can ask me. I'm your brother! "
was then that I went hysterical to the brain.
"So do not you understand? Continue to delude yourself that your words are true? We are not brother and sister, but managed to accept it, then we can be happy! Not before! "
In front of my tears came, and I squeezed in a hug.
"Isa, do not cry on ... I'm sorry, sorry ... you'll see that we will find a solution ... us ... will find it ... "
" We must get rid of him Lorenzo ... when he will be no more, I inherit a lot of money! You could get custody of Andrew, we could run away and be happy together! "
" Even with this history Isa! And how we should get rid of him? Killing him? "
"..."" No, you can not ask such a thing! "
" I'll think of all love, everything will seem an accident, I promise! "
15-OMICIDI
was middle of the night, and despite everything I continued to feel a strange sensation. I tried counting sheep, thinking about nice things that would distract me and make me fall asleep. Nothing. I tried to summarize all the little things that I remember to do before going to bed, turn off the lights, gas, locked the door, tuck ... that I had not done. Your door was locked from inside and came just music at full volume. I thought that in that case only a chamomile could facilitate sleep. I went down to the kitchen, guiding them to grope in the dark to find the light switch. When I finally began to illuminate the neon Environment an interruption, the scene that showed in my eyes was horrifying. You, lying on the ground surrounded by blood ... blood on your clothes, blood on your face. I was ready to scream for help, get close to you when I saw those long marks on your arms, the cutter in your right hand. Look in my eyes, your breath was slight, softly. Perhaps you wanted to talk, but you were too weak to do so. I still do not fully understand why your gesture. Now I'm here in front of the body of my child, wondering why all. If ... If only I had spoken, if ... if only I had told the truth from the beginning you do not you have done. Your suicide is my murder. Close your eyes with a hand gesture, I would like to stay close to your body, try to warm it up, do not leave you alone, but I can not let you stay there, lying on the floor. Around the kitchen is in disarray, the board has not even been cleared, my child can not lie in a place like that ... I have to clean up, blood everywhere dirt everywhere, my child can not stay in this place .
Diary Isa -31 December-
Today was the happiest day of my life. Marco died. And 'everything went according to plan, it was not hard to believe all that he had fallen down the stairs, rolled. Moreover, despite him being held in the form consistently, and made the gym. her age was what it was. Lorenzo and I have arranged the perfect body, we are not completely a lie, it was only one truth ... with some gaps. Simply said we do not have to push it was Lorenzo. I would have done myself, but I would never be able to win against its strength, the rest are a woman. I watched him fall, I watched his eyes in terror, heard the sound of that shattered his bones rolling down the steps of wood. After so much evil, so much pain, he has paid. New year, new life. Simona has cried so much at the sight of his corpse, the first ambulance arrived, the body had not yet been covered by the sheet. It is close to Lorenzo, Did I granted I do not know why, maybe because I thought the best thing to do to sdeviare suspects. Even the nurse confirmed that there were no signs of struggle, we have a sprained ankle to make it more credible. I really thought about every detail. Lorenzo should arrive tomorrow morning, we leave for a vacation with the child, as if we were a family, new year, new life, as they say! These years with Mark will be just an awkward brackets. For the new year I see a glittering future. only us, no one can put a spoke in the wheels.
THE 16-SPOT
Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me like I was an unnatural mother, do not look at me with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
me to squeeze the body of Alberto. Young, hot and strong. It is 6 am, the ambulance will take you away at any moment, I ask you to resist, forgive me, because now you know everything, do not follow ... do not let her play from the death which falls to me , hold for you, hold on to us. Do not look at me with those blue eyes more. Have you closed. Your body is now cold. On your face, the usual spot, with my tears I wash away.
From the diary of Isa -1 January-
Love. My sweet love. This is a love letter to my love. Now I have but one left, writing, speaking to the paper, to get the feeling from talking to you. Needless to rethink the fact that I wanted, I could, I should have. Needless to rethink and nothing else. The pain is too strong, the distance is too great, and I, in my small human being, I only regret I have. This letter is goodbye, I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye. Do not look at me as if I was a perverted man, do not look with those blue eyes, and do not look enough. is over, everything is over, this is a farewell letter. I would never write.
I was hoping that what I read in your eyes was not only the fruit of my love inside you there was really something good. We killed a man, and give yourself as if nothing had happened. I would look at you and see you as beautiful as I saw you once, when alone in the moonlight we talked of love. No longer. Isa, you stain everything it touches, and you have tainted me. I have made, I have not mentioned your name. I did as you always wanted, I gave myself you. Do not look, do not cry, I start a new life, a life without you, hoping one day to be able to redeem myself, to forgive me.
I love you, and I would not. Love. My sweet love. This is a farewell letter. Goodbye.
_FINE_
I hope you have enjoyed this latest chapter in the Legacy Lima
XD I know, I wrote the end, because there was. I can not aggironare for a while '... so I leave you with a possible final and not open anyway ... hope you enjoyed my hard work e. .. I hope to having at least a little excited. Happy New Year. Thanks to those who followed me so far. :)
PS: Sorry for all the mistakes, but I am lazy and do not reread xD Forgive me!
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