World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 8

You are wondering why mom didn't come back at home anymore? I hate to be such a drama boy.

Sometimes she slept at home of this dude, the professor who she hung out. So, that night mom didn't come back.

I tried to do some buzz. Not to know her businesses, just to figure out where the bathrobe was. Anyway, the phone said always those tuuuu, tuuuu pro-anxiety. So I decided I would have had a nap in the middle of the night without having completed the suitcase.

But when I was in kitchen, I saw Cesare hurrying and sweating.

"You are like a buff-"

"Mom did a car crush. The paramedics are bringing her in hospital. It's serious. Call Gabe and tell him. I'm going to the hospital. Patrick is down waiting for you".

Do you know that feeling which you don't understand a shit of what's going on and see just noise? That was my mood, with a carton of milk in my hands and the mind which was wondering itself how to react to the news.

By the way, that bastard after having told the drama, went away. Boys, I couldn't switch on my thoughts. I felt the blood flouring among the lips and they caused me pain. I was unable to react. I was like a vegetable.

I picked the phone up and tried Gabe's number. I didn't remember it. I was sat close to the suitcase. I glance at it. Nobody spoke in the house. Neither one of those noises which make you believe that there is a thief and he wants just to steal your laptop to pull over in your personal browser history. Nothing. At the end, I remembered I had Gabe's number on my phone.

Boys, in that moment I hated Gabe. He didn't respond. I heard again those tuuu, tuuu. Because of that, I smashed my phone on the floor. I felt satisfied. Obviously, I had laid to grandma. I'd had a smartphone, but I didn't use it too much. I wanted to smash it and I did it. Splinters jumped everywhere. They were like fresh paint.

Finally, my mind synchronized on the news about mom and I started crying. They weren't common, usual, habitual, accustomed tears; they were rivers. I was convinced that mom was boring and all, but now the thought that she would have gone with Russovski Oilman was rotting my liver.

How much I felt myself lonely. By the way, I had told Patrick to go to the hell. He didn't allow me to repeat that twice, that old patriot. He went away.

It was damn dark outside and I started walking. There was a bastard owl doing that raspy verse. It's called hooting, at least it is what I heard saying around. Anyway, I grabbed a stone from the ground and I threw it against a huge tree. The owl jolted away. However, I didn't forecast that fact that Earth has a gravity force. The result was that the stone smashed a brand-new BMW 's windshield. I started running away because the owner got out from a house screaming like an devil and all.

Boys, that scared me a lot. I went on up to a corner bar where boozers go to get plastered. I came in and asked an absence shot.

The Man-Behind-The-Counter looked at me with a moronic face and told that he wasn't allowed to sell alcohol to a snot-covered. Boys, I didn't have the energy to fight.

I noticed a glassy ashtray on the counter. It was stained by vodka. I looked at The Man-Behind-The-Counter for some minutes and after that, I hit his head by the ashtray. I saw a sea of blood. Crazy!

I had to get out from there in hurry because a boozers gang started chasing me. My lungs were almost to collapse even though the idea to lay side to side with mom in the hospital didn't pleasure me.

At some point, the Boozers stopped themselves and I hid myself in a gloomy boulevard. Boys, I felt the heart right in my mouth. Insane stuff. I felt alive for one second, though. Then the effect disappeared.

There was a soft background noise in that boulevard, like a meow and all. I was hearing something beating the garbage bins.

It was a regular noise, marked by a rhythm. I footed back to the wall; you know, like James Bond does. I love that craps.

I leaned forward a corner and there were two men and a woman having sex. Boys, they were doing it wildly and disgustingly.

Then, they penetrate each other merciless. She was a sort of 90 degrees laid on the garbage bin and get fucked by a dude and the dude, in turn, get fucked by another dude. That was the first time I saw people having sex in that way. The cold froze your damn teeth and they were there, doing all odds and eager sounds.

Debauched stuffs need to be done in secret in the County. Word like Gay or Lesbian were a disease synonyms there.

Boys, I'm not here lying to you. I don't care too much about that. I mean, everybody does what he wants to do. For what kind of reason should my attention be caught if a dude is getting fucked by another dude or a girl licks the butterfly of another girl? I am a pacifist. What do you think!

That scene couldn't get out of my mind, though. They went on to fuck each other and I was still watching them. At some point, I got bored, anyway. I headed towards the park after had checked if there was a Boozer around.

It was the only place where nobody could bother me. I had climbed the sharp fences and now I had my back against a tree. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, it was suck staying there and thinking about what I might have done if mom had died. I did that, though: in a life, I was a fake homeless who fakes to be poor.

In another life, I was with Russovski Oilman in a concentration camp, or how they are called over there, Gulag, because with some women, we had had a protest naked (the scene of three guys inspired me) in Moscow and the democratic president had closed us in a cage where neither the sunshine was allowed to get in.

I gotta confess that the stars have never caught my interest. It's as same as my bees theory. Everyone does his own business. Those night there were a few stars. They were too shining. They annoyed me.

There were this centuries-old oak which everybody thought had being planted by the Founding Father. How many bullshits people shot. I thought someone invented numbers just to allow people saying bullshits.

I was leaned on that sort of relic and I gotta say that it protected me from the cold. About the crying, I was fed up. I have never been an easy-tear boy.

Boys, I've already told you: Russovski Oilman fucked my life. That night, mom floated away with him.

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That night, mom floated away with him

Luca 💙