World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 12

Anyway, I got out from there and Gabe was sit on a bench with the face covered by his hands. He was depressed. I've told you he was falling apart.

After a while, he became less pale. I took advantage of that time to get a break and buy a Mars. Boys, if I like that snack! I told Gabe I didn't have the slightest intention to come back at home because of Betty Lee and Cesare. So, he hosted me in his hotel's room, a five stars with Jacuzzi. I didn't use it, though.

Boys, I stayed in that five-star room which leaned over a big skyscraper and all. I was just drinking a Fanta sat on caring-ass velvet armchair as I turned my look on the right. Gabe was away talking with the funeral agency and all. He told me that he and Cesare would have looked after the thing.

However, my Fanta was almost falling on the floor. I didn't know at which skyscraper's floor, I sought a licensed dirty scene: there was this office with a desk. So on the side which usually customers sit, the desk had a sort of wood wall that covered its bottom. My point of view was in the middle. I could admire both side. Two men were talking: that one sat on customer side and that one sat on business-man side. Customer-man chatted a lot while business-man faked listening him. Boys, under the desk there was a girl giving a blowjob to the business-man. Unreal stuffs.

The lady was doing it intensely. You could see business-man stroking her head because perhaps she was sucking too hard. I had to film a documentary. I didn't have the smartphone. Anyway, I wouldn't have filmed, though. I mean, why should I have lady who is sucking another dick on my phone?

However, that one was a film scene. Customer-man chatted for nothing as business-man was getting pleasure from the lady. I started laughing. Believe me. I felt a sort of pity for the customer-man. What the hell did he know that his speaker was coming?

Then, though, the touchy sun decided to switch with the moon and boys, I felt so depressed that I could die right now. Yes, there were all the lights and all - a few weeks and Christmas would have come - but I was too low.

Firstly, I didn't know what to do. I had recovered the suitcase and I had even a bathrobe to fly away, but I had to go to mom's funeral. To be honest, I didn't want to go. Those stuffs called escamotage to steal money from people. A grieving Christian could spend also fifty thousand to organize a funeral.

County's pastor waited funerals. He loved them, especially when dead's family shelled out without complaining. That old devil had an empire. You should have seen him. Sheik Pastor Abraham, I like to call him.

Mom used to bring me in the church because when I was a child I attend to catechism. I was bored every time and I used to get out from the catechism building. Stay you two hours listening bullshits like "Christ from Nazareth". There was a child, anyway. Her name was Marion Wildbeat; I've never forgot that name. She was my prison breaks soulmate.

Boys, at the first look, Marion was an angel, literally. She had this geometric nose, curled hairs and a tiny voice which you could easily fall in love with. I am the demonstration.

In the building where we used to follow this religious lectures, there was a secret gateway which leaded to a thicket. Marion had showed me the gateway and since then we had become prison breaks mates. So while I was staring at the window, I started thinking about Marion. The dirty guys from the skyscraper had finished a while ago.

"Marion... I've never wondered what kind of name is it. Because it's a badass one". Usually, I find always something wrong with names.

Once I had made the first step to show my interest, but Marion had slapped me straight on my face. What a pain, boys. The old Marion had a heavy right.