World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 9

I fell asleep in the park. Often some junkies went over here.

In fact, the grass was like Afghanistan: you never know where you should put your feet that you could find a syringe right stuck in a foot and AIDS whispers to you "From now on your life is gonna be more sucks than it already was, motherfucker". Jesus, AIDS that whispers can be nominated for the Guinness of Bullshits.

However, in the park there was this kind of keys-man. I was convinced that him was older than the oaks. I woke up because a lousy besom was screeching my face. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Snow Man - alias Frank - was in front of me.

"Shit. What the fuck your mind is suggesting you?" I said as I stood up. I was upset; then I noticed that the sky was covered by clouds. I didn't give a shit about Frank anymore.

"Asshole. There's a syringe over there". He pointed it using the vintage bosom. He had it since France Revolution.

"Isn't your job cleaning the park?" I asked. Frank answered by the finger. After, he scraped the ground by his Texan boots.

Boys, I don't know if you notice that but I'm escaping the topic. I'm doing the moron because I'm frightened to tell you what happened to mom after the car crash. In simple words: mom died, here we are. I know I'm neither a romantic nor I have touch. You should have known in a way or another, though. So, if I had explained you as in a hearth-breaking film which the main character does a crazy turn of phrase juts to say that his mom is dead, it would have been the same.

When I got home, Betty Lee was laid on a kitchen counter, arms-crossed and with a sorrowful glance. As if she was in mourning. What a phony. She would have taken part of mom's funeral, would have played some scenic tears and finally would have forgot even mom's name.

Anyway, I had felt from the silence of Cesare that something had happened. Cesare was a normal-pattern person. I had memorized him.

"Why the hell is she here?" You didn't need glasses to notice my disdain towards her. The mourning was ours. Why did she stick the nose in?

At that question, Cesare lifted his head up - before it had been surround by his arms - and boys, his expression was very bad. His face skin was like old paper. It was disgusting.

"She didn't made it. She passed away some hours ago". He said looking at me. He was distraught. I forced my damn tear ducts to cry but those bitches mutinied. I knew that the problem was Betty Lee.

"Why are you still here?" I told her. She was sort of faking-speechless mood.

"Holy shit. Mom is just dead and you think to kick her out?" Cesare blow out like the bombs American threw on the Japanese.  Jesus, he was like a werewolf. He was a sort of an animal species which scientists give those cool Latin names. Anyway, Cesare was pissed off, Betty told him she can go if he wants - what a super-phony - but he stops her and tells her to stay. Now, it was mine the turn to transform myself.

I had brought the suitcase up to the dinner room. I picked it up and smashed it against the wall. Boys, it made an insane crack in the wall. If mom had seen it, she would have exiled me on Saint Helena island.

"That needs to get out of our house! Who the hell does know her? Mom wouldn't want her here". My vocal cords were almost getting out of my mouth. I was obsessed with Betty Lee.

Cesare the Bastard showed his bastardy: he grabbed my collar and punched me by a true right worthy of a high weight boxer. Jesus, my lips were a damn fountain. Boys, you should have seen the horrifying Betty Lee's expression. She was faking, though. In the deep soul not too much deep, she enjoyed the vision of seeing me in that poor condition.

Anyway, this blood flew out of my mouth. I tried to clean it with my tongue, but the blood was a big deal. That bastard dented my face. And boys, how damn pain I was feeling. When you see a film in which people hit each other for a half an hour, that's bullshit.

Anyway, I wasn't getting any vital signs around. So, I sat on the floor because my head started turning like the Earth around the Sun. I didn't catch what Betty Lee was saying. Cesare, as usual, made lots of compliments about my person.

"You're always a fuckin' snotty. You deserved the fist. You deserved it".  He repeated a lot "You deserved it". Maybe he was regretful.  I don't know. I have never asked him.

You should know this plot turn: All of sudden the bell rang. It was early, around 9 am, I think. Anyway, Betty Lee forced herself - with lots of effort - to open the door and boys you can't believe that, but Jehovah witnesses stood on the doorway.

"Hello. Lord i-" The believer in suit and tie clammed up when he saw the t-shirt soaked of blood.

"I'll give three seconds to get the fuck out of here" Cesare barked.

Boys, you should have seen both believers. They looked like Road Runner when he runs like a damn thunderbolt leaving behind him a cloud of grey smoke.  Maybe they even fell down the staircases. I had heard a thud.

"I'm hearing heels come closer. Should I shut the door?" Betty asked Cesare. He was too furious to answer. He was exhaling out oxygen from the nostrils. What a gorilla!

"Guys... Are you in?" It was my auntie's voice, that one greedy and all. "What did you do on your face? Good heaven!" She continued well-dressed and all. She disgusted me. So the mind's trap turned on.

"Yes. Your sister is dead. But you gotta know that she didn't bare you. She thought you were a snob, a person who would sell her ass only for money. Mom wasn't like you. She had balls" And after that outburst, I picked my suitcase up and I got out from that shithole. All that noise was just an excuse to ran away. I don't have words to explain you, but I felt mom's presence in the house. I couldn't stay anymore there.

I owned a capital of 50 bucks. A suitcase - without bathrobe - and I had a half-blooded face. At that point tear ducts fucked me. I started crying. I had never felt the need of seeing mom. But now I felt it. Indescribable stuffs, boys.

While I kept crying, I was thinking about that bastard of Russovski Oilman. Since that night, the asshole ruined my life. I had to find him, but first I had to buy a bathrobe. And I did it: I went in a lousy shopping centre, one of those which you can find even heart tissue. My mind came back from the orbit system movement, but the cashier annoyed me. She couldn't believe that I was in that condition. In effect, half of my face was blood covered. I didn't care too much, though.

The girl insisted to call 911, but I grabbed my bathrobe and I got out of that Seller Organs (Seller Organs stands for shopping centre).

Boys, you should have seen her worrying and all. She stalked me up to the exit trying to convince me to go at the hospital. I felt compassion for her.

Once bought the bathrobe, I realized I could see mom again. I should have said her goodbye before to fly away. I headed towards the hospital. Don't think that the cashier persuaded me to go there. If you want to believe that, I don't care too much, anyway.

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Levi and the bathrobe

Luca 💙