I followed Cristian to the beach one night. He was wearing my shorts now. He asked me my name.
-Jonathan.- I replied
-How much time have I been here?- He asked
-Five weeks.- I was able to see a little bit of clarity on his eyes now, confusion was apparently almost-gone, but pain was obviously increasing. It was easier for tears to get away from his eyes. His hair was longer, not only on his head and face, but also on his chest, armpits, arms and legs; like the hair was breaking free as every bit of his body and soul were trying to do, get out of a prison of greed and selfishness.
-Qué hago aquí?- He asked. I moved my head, my spanish was gone after fifteen years since I was force by life to drop school. -What am I doing here?- He asked again.
-I don't know, but stay.- I replied. What was he doing there? what was I doing with him? At that point I was simply still too weak emotionally to understand my own actions, I didn't know what I wanted or where I was going.
We talked for hours that night on the sands of Amaya Beach, and for the first time he got mad and beat me out of sex. He felt me trying to get closer to his soul. He attacked me and I just took what I thought I deserved. He almost killed me on the beach and then stayed taking care of me until dawn. In the morning, we had sex on the beach; as rough as my beaten body was able to take Cristian's usual anger.
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It was five o'clock when Sarah called her wife to have dinner. They were both tired of frozen pizzas and Anne was also tired of the high volume Jazz Sara was convulsing to; but there was something bigger bothering them, food and music were not reasons of such unappetizing tension between them.
-I expected you to support me- said Sara sipping a glass of wine.
-I expected you to tell me who I was marrying to- Said Anne before leaving the table.
Sara thought about following her to the couch and watch TV with her, but getting close physically was not even close to take them closer in opinions. For Anne, she was just not the same; when for herself, she was the same person that always inhabited her skin.
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Amaya Beach
General FictionCristian's mother became his pimp when his father died. He was forced to perform in drag and to prostitute in and out of it. The night he scapes, he finds Jonathan on the mystique Amaya Beach, trying to kill himself. Will they be able to save each o...
