Andrés de Fonollosa aka Berlin is known to be well... a psychopath and a narcissist. But what actually caused this man's hatred and hanger you will see...
Fun fact: the title of the story was inspired by the song Paralyzed by NF
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After stealing the jewellery from his father, Andrés never imagined he would see him again. Unsure of where to find him, he pondered the possibilities. His father could be at a warehouse, in the countryside, at an airport preparing to leave the country—he could be anywhere in the world. Then a memory struck him: he had overheard his father talking about a meeting at a warehouse.
Andrés hurried to the nearest library. Upon arrival, he approached the librarian and requested a map of the region. She handed it to him, and he quickly isolated himself in a corner of the library. Spreading the map out before him, he searched for the locations of all the warehouses between Anchuras and Guadalupe. There were only four. Now, all he had to do was search each one.
He tucked the map into his jacket and left the library. Andrés knew he couldn't walk from one warehouse to another; he needed a faster mode of transportation. Calling a taxi was out of the question since he was still a fugitive, and stealing a bike wouldn't suffice. Then he spotted a motorcycle parked nearby. A smile spread across his face as he walked toward it.
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Forty minutes later, Andrés arrived at the first warehouse. He pulled out the flashlight and the hunting knife he had bought just a few minutes earlier and stepped inside. As he entered, he could hear his own heartbeat, the weight of anxiety making him sweat as he tried to keep the flashlight steady.
An hour later, he finished searching the first warehouse and moved on to the second, only to find it burned down—a lost cause. Looking at his watch, he saw it was 6 PM. He needed to search two more warehouses before the end of the day, and time was running out. He jumped back on the motorcycle he had stolen and sped off toward the third warehouse.
When he arrived, darkness had already settled in, but he noticed light spilling out from the interior of the warehouse. That was odd; why would there be light in an empty warehouse? He knew for certain he was at the right location. Parking far from the building to avoid detection, Andrés crept closer. As he approached, he recognized his father's car—a Mercedes-Benz W126.
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Andrés walked surprisingly calmly toward the warehouse, but his mind was consumed with a single thought: he wanted to kill his father. It wasn't just about the beatings or the emotional abuse; it was the betrayal after the break-in. His mother and Sergio had nothing to do with the jewelry heist. They were innocent, yet his father had chosen to attack them. Andrés had once been angry with his mother, but that anger had long since faded. Why would his father go to her house to hide the jewelry? Perhaps his father didn't know him as well as he believed.
