The New life of Pedro

Meeting Yegor famíly

Pedro's POV

I left Wallison's house feeling a bit irritated with him. I thought that guy was crazy or weird and I wished I would never have to go to his house again, but when I got home I saw that there were some messages on my cell phone. There were some messages from Wallison and he had sent me a message saying that I had left my notebook at his house and that I had brought his and I remembered that I had left my books at his house too.

- Damn! I thought.

- Tomorrow at school you give me back my books and notebook - I typed to him.

- I'll give them back - Wallison typed and then he stopped being online on the profile.

It was around 5:30 on that February 8th, 2016 and I found myself alone again inside that silent and lifeless house. Even my old house seemed to have a better energy and I could feel it.

It was starting to get dark and that slightly cold and cloudy afternoon, along with that silent house, only increased my feeling of sadness.

I turned on the lights in the living room and kitchen, I took the chicken out of the fridge and put it on the sink to defrost and then went back to the living room and put the soap opera that Thomace and I were watching together on TV.

Watching that soap opera made me want to cry and at the same time all I could think of were the best moments that Thomace and I had spent together.

I felt an emptiness in my chest as if my heart was tight and I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. At that moment I just wanted to forget Thomace. I felt a mixture of longing and anger for her and I couldn't resist the temptation to look at my cell phone and see the photos that she and I had taken together. It was so nostalgic. Everything seemed good before and now everything seemed so bad to me.

I felt a tear fall from my eye and then more and more tears started to fall and before I knew it I was breaking down crying, feeling like everything was over for me. As I cried alone on the couch I just wanted to go back to my old town, to my home, to my friends, to get out of that strange city, to go far away from those weird people.

Two weeks before I felt like the happiest guy in the world and now I felt like the unluckiest guy in the world. I cried so much that my shirt got wet. I only swallowed my tears when I realized that my mother wouldn't be long in arriving. Then I went to take a shower to see if I felt better, I changed my clothes and stayed on the couch pretending that everything was fine.

I thought it was better to hide my sadness so as not to worry my mother, she already had enough problems.

My mother arrived home at six o'clock. She seemed a little tired and she didn't notice that I was sad. I even told her that I had made new friends. I had left a chicken to defrost to fry and I offered to fry it. I realized that she was tired and hungry. Even though she liked to cook her own food, she agreed with me.

I cut the chicken and fried it while she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I listened to the water in the shower running while the chicken was fried in oil. At that moment, I thought about Thomace again and a tear ran down my right eye.

I almost cried again, but I wiped away the tears when I heard the bathroom door open and my mother come out.

I finished frying the chicken while I finished making the rice.

Then, when everything was ready, I served my mother and we both ate together and alone.

"This house is so empty and silent," my mother said.

- I think the same - I thought.

- It seems that Thomace and her friends will arrive any moment - my mother said.