The neighbour of tattoos (English version)

Chapter 2

I wake up, and it is the eleven a.m.

I take a quick shower, without get wet my hair, and then I dress in sport clothes.

I tie my dark hair into a ponytail and walk to the door.

Before leaving, I check the cameras in the lobby. There is no one, so I leave quickly and close again.

I get into the elevator and when I get to the fifth I open the door of my parents' flat.

—Good morning, Iria — my mother greets me.

—Hi — I greet, leaving the flat keys and my bag in the hall.

—Come, daughter, we want to speak with you — my father says.

I go to the dining room, they are eating breakfast.

—¿How about Lucía?

—Good, dad. — I lie like it's nothing.

—We want to talk about the new neighbour, the neighbour of the tattoos. He lives next to us. Today there are new rumors. — my mom begins.

<<Let's see, the kid is handsome and he has a stunning eyes, but well, you can't say anything here.>>

—It's says that he went to fight and sent a man to the hospital. — I pretend to care. —They also say that he drinks and smokes a lot. —<<Like me>> —And today when we went to throw out the trash, we ran into him, and he didn't say hello to us. He was dressed in all black and had a giant dog with him.

¡¡A puppy!! — shouts a voice inside my head.

—Okay, what's wrong? — I ask, avoiding the voice in my head.

I turn on my phone and enter in settings.

—Well, he's dangerous, I don't want you to approach to him, you understood? — I give a click in the screen and the phone starts to sound.

—I'm sorry, is Lucía, I have to answer -—I stop the ringtone and I act like I'm talking while I walk to my room.

I close the door of my room and I go out to the shared terrace with the next flat. Luckily, it is the flat of the neighbor of the tattoos, one of the most gossipy neighbour of the building gives to the other side.

My phone starts to sound, and this time is a real call of Lucía.

—How it was? — I ask her.

—Good. Seriously, buddy I love you. — she says excited.

I hear a door, but I don't pay any attention to it.

—Did you fuck? —I ask her like it's nothing.

—Yes. — says something shy.

—Finally, you do something right.

—Seriously Iria, you're great.

—Whatever you say — I say without emotion.

—What's wrong? Today you are less emotional than usual. What happened?, you didn't fuck and had a talk with your mother?

—Exactly, and the first thing I need to be able to put up with my parents, you know.

—There are other methods — suggests.

—Yes, but they aren't the same. Today we go out, the two of us. We need to talk.

—Okay, we'll talk later —She hangs up.

I turn around, and I startle by the fault of the neighbour with the tattoos behind me.

—Your fucking mother! — I yell at him because of the scare he gave me.