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part 2: daddy issues

She went into her room and bolted the door. As she made her way to her bed, she was already collapsing. Her eyes and nose quickly moistened. She hardly could see anything because of the tears in her eyes. She took off her flip-flops and lay down on the bed, in a fetal position. For her, everything was still very recent and it continued to hurt like the first day.

"Has Juan dumped you?" She heard suddenly, and for a second, she could feel her heart stop because of the fright.

"Fuck!" She said annoyed, with a hand on her chest. She grabbed the pillow and threw it at him furiously. He didn't even have to move to avoid it, she didn't even get close to him, she didn't have good aim and on this particular occasion she didn't have much strength to throw anything. "Please leave me alone, I don't feel like it, not now "she said crying.

"Tell me who did that to you" he ordered.

She rubbed her eyes with her fingers and looked up slightly to where the voice was coming from, her closet. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at her, very serious.

How long had he been there? She didn't even know. Maybe it had even been there before she entered the room, but that didn't matter.

"Tell me the name and address" he said again. She was surprised by such protective behavior on his part, he had never shown it before, and she always doubted that he cared about anyone other than him.

"You can't kill what's already dead" she answered as she gathered herself, sitting on the edge of the bed. She wiped her nose, cheeks, and eyes with her T-shirt.

He relaxed his arms, shoving them into his pants pockets, and staring at a fixed point on the ground. He was already tying nails: Someone had died, recently or long ago. Then he looked up, hearing and seeing out of the corner of his eye how the young woman got up from the bed and walked towards him. The first thing that crossed her mind was to suppose that she had changed her mind and wanted to fuck him to forget everything that made her sad, starting with a kiss and then ending the two of them fucking on the bed, so he separated his back from the wall, as preparation.

But he didn't receive a kiss, a rough kiss - he received the last thing he expected to receive: a hug.

She hugged him desperately, resting her head on one side on his flat chest. In that state, she didn't care about the consequences of her actions. He had already seen her crying inconsolably like a baby on her bed, she couldn't show herself more vulnerable. She didn't care how he reacted, but she wanted a hug, especially his. Ironic, because every day, from the first second to the last, she told herself in her mind that it made no sense to feel such beautiful feelings for a man as horrible as he was, but she was stupid, she couldn't avoid.

He, on the other hand, was in shock. He was barely breathing, but his heart was racing, and she could easily feel it. He had probably never been so shocked in his entire life. A hug. It's been a long time since someone hugged him, maybe decades. He didn't even remember when was the last time. He was looking at a fixed point in front of him, not knowing what to think, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to act. He didn't know anything. His facial expression was priceless. He looked down slightly and looked at her. It seemed that she didn't care if he returned the hug or not, but somehow, she felt comfortable hugging him.

Slowly, and very doubtfully, he leaned down and moved his arms and hands, enveloping her. The heartbroken crying returned and he hugged her even tighter. She, at that moment, on the, cried with joy because at last she was hugging him, and he hugged her. She felt very happy.

"Let's go to bed" he said meanwhile he hugged her. She quickly broke away from him, taking a few steps back, near the door.

"I told you that right now I don't wa-"