Real.Doc - Part 2 - Joe (English Version)

And you lost your son

After our brief conversation by the pool, DeeDee left, and I decided to go back inside.

I was walking into the house when I saw Chaos. I kept on walking, but then I heard him mutter.

"Are you allright?"

That's when I looked at him and said, loud and clear:

"You brought her here."

MaryAnne appeared as if she was listening to the whole conversation.

"Don't blame this on him. It's not his fault."

"Oh, but it is."

"If you are looking for someone to blame, blame me."

I thought about responding to her comment by talking about my grief, which started years ago with Joe's death. But then, that creature standing right in front of me claimed to be him, so there was no apparent reason for me to be sad. So I got out of there as soon as possible so that I wouldn't collapse in front of them.

In my room, I cried like a child. I wanted them dead. I didn't care that it was mid-afternoon and that everyone would see it. I could no longer bear the sadness and pain of doubt. I was going to end it right then and there.

As if sensing my thoughts, Ron entered the room. He arrived just as I was about to leave with a sword and dagger in my hands.

"Going somewhere?

"Out of my way," I said, still armed and my face wet from crying. It was out of my mind.

"Where are you going with this?"

"I'm going to solve a problem. You may be sad at first, but eventually, you'll get over it."

"You're not going anywhere."

"Oh yes, I will. Even if it means fighting you." I said, but then I burst into tears, thinking that I would fight, in an unequal battle, the only person who had been by my side this whole time.

Ron took the weapons from my hand, hugging me as I lowered myself to the floor as continued to cry.

"I need to kill them, Ron." I said, sobbing

"No, you don't."

"They haunt me."

"Killing them won't make the pain go away. And if you're wrong, it will only add to it."

"No..."

"Yes."

"No!" I insisted, hugging him tightly to cry. At that time, we heard:

"Is everything all right?

I looked at the door and saw Cesar. My nose was running from crying so hard, but I didn't care. I looked at him and screamed with all my strength, like a wounded animal. I screamed until I was out of breath, and when I couldn't scream anymore, I took a breath and did it again. It was my way of kicking him out without needing to speak.

"I'll be..."

I screamed again.

"Shout if you need any help, Ron." And he turned his back and walked away. I wanted to go after him; I tried to get the weapons, but Ron wouldn't let me. So we started almost a fight, a relatively dangerous one, because now and then I managed to get the dagger, but soon he managed to disarm me.

"Help! Help! Cesar, I need help!" Ron yelled, then he turned to me and said. "Sorry, Poodle."

Cesar came back and saw me fighting Ron to get the weapons.

"Get them away from her!" Ron yelled, and Cesar obeyed, making me furious.

It must have been something horrible to witness. I started to struggle as Ron tried to hold me back.

"Let her go!" Cesar said, which Ron did. I immediately ran to Cesar so I could punch him. Ron grabbed me again.

"Calm yourself!" Cesar yelled, making me angrier.

Our assistant arrived, and Cesar asked her for a tranquilizer. It just escalated things even more. The two of them held me (Cesar forcing my mouth open) while she, almost crying, poured some medicine down my throat. In a matter of seconds, I was already feeling extremely sleepy. They took me to the bed, where they laid me down.

I woke up sometime after that. It was late afternoon, and I remember the whole fight happening in the early evening. So I lay there, not knowing what to do with my life. I was very thirsty, so I picked up the phone and asked our assistant to bring me some water.

A short time later, she was there. She quickly prepared a bath for me. I got in the bathtub and stayed for a while. I was angry. I couldn't reasonably determine why, but I felt the hatred in my veins—rage at everything and everyone.

When I got out of the bath, the assistant showed me an outfit to wear. It was a white dress, probably to bring out a sentiment of peace. A peace that I didn't have in my heart.

Then she dried and arranged my hair in a chic way. Finally, she did my makeup and left me the vision of a fairy tale princess.

I waited for her to finish.

When she finally asked, "what do you think?" I let my hair down, leaving the wavy effect. Then, I took a black pencil and forced the eye contour. I looked like the undead, and that's how I felt.

"Done," I spoke.

She was stunned but didn't say a word about it. Instead, she said that dinner was ready and the boys would be happy to see me.

I put on a pair of long boots. Not the fluffy shoes she had set aside for me.

Like a goth doll, I mechanically walked to the dining room. My hatred was so great that it left me slightly anesthetized. I was curious to see how I would feel around them.

As soon as I got down, I caught everyone's attention as they were already seated at the table.

Instead of sitting next to Cesar, where my place was, I sat at the other end, next to Chaos and MaryAnne.

"It's no trouble." Our assistant said, rushing to bring my table set from the other side. But unfortunately, I think everyone saw that I wasn't well because they soon went back to talking to each other, completely dismissing my presence.

Dinner was served, and I suddenly felt like a clown there. I looked at my plate, silverware, and glass, feeling ashamed. What was I doing with my life?

"Do you feel rested?" Chaos asked in his thick desert accent.

"Please don't talk to me."

"I was just...." He was going to say, but MaryAnne interrupted.

"Don't bother, Cao. She isn't herself yet. Let her be."

"And you lost your son," I said, staring at her.

"Oh, my dear. You are not well enough to have this conversation right now."