dawn. It was upsetting because they had stopped a truck in front of our house. I wondered if he knew any of them and listening to my police were supposed to be negative .. The watch from the window as she told me that he looked familiar, friends of friends ..
The men wore overalls, had a toolbox and a ladder. While talking they came to our door but did not touch, knock on the door nearby.
not reached them and began to see even more upset .. he convinced me we had discovered, but that the evidence would need to install some cameras, so we could not climb to the terrace. We stayed in an attempt to silence the voices or at least have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere they were.
I started asking questions, if he had become a taxi to the house, if I had followed, if she noticed that someone special too much about it I wondered if someone had spoken to people who knew of what we did, if someone knew exactly where he lived .. etc. ..
I told him what he wanted to hear ... if there something had been told to my sister ... which I would not denounce OBVIOUS, but he would never understand ... and the address he had given to my parents ... in which there was no danger .... What if ... you had told a chabón walking in the same as us ... maybe the cane is chabón? Nah ... I was struck
had started to tell me to tell you the truth ... as if he knew he was lying ... and if he knew? And if the other was a friend of him and was to prove my loyalty to him??
He told me that if I wanted go me go, it would be OK to return in a couple of days ... or we begin to see outside. That he loved to live with me, but WHAT DO I WANT. I did not want to go anywhere, I caucus if something was bad luck, but I was not going to stop lying.
suddenly began shouting followed him into the living room and the window overlooking the street that I had placed a ladder. Puteaba all and started kicking the doors, shouting that he would not admit that before going to the ground with sticks, kept spinning.
I was stunned, were trying to understand ... to enter? Why? Who were they? Knew? I asked but I was so elated that I do not answer, was all swollen neck veins, head butts to beat him all he could, talking to himself, as planning or explaining ... I was scared. Told me to stand still, they were already coming in, they were on the roof, but leave him alone ... He went to the room.
I came to find? I was waiting for my punishment? I knew we were watching. What he should do or say to keep out or for leaving if already in? I sat
on the couch and smoked incessantly. All you could hear were whispers coming from everywhere. He could see shadows of people entering the room. Neither wanted to give back. I was so scared ..
took some courage and got up off the couch, looked out the door and there was no one he knew he had made enough noise to have time to hide but I had so much courage to find out where they were. I went to the room was the door locked, knock and waited, in conversation with someone, do not understand what he said until he cried "Come!" I opened the door and was dark the window is fully closed. I closed the door and he approached me. I had the horrible feeling that we were not alone, but I would not put to check.
I took a cigarette and started smoking it, I said I wanted, I said I did not know that it was prepared to do whatever he better suited for both ...
Me looked with tearful eyes and handed me a crumpled piece of paper. In its most pronounced Folds read "see ya". I looked at him and said, "we?" "Where?" She asked. "No ... anywhere, for a ride "I did not like being there ... I said he could not leave the house alone, was angry saying if that was what I wanted, leave the way open. When I make her understand that she loved him and would never want something happen to him .. subsided. I still felt observed ... I knew we were not alone in the room and every time he looked away I realized that he knew who he was .. but I dared to ask .. I was consoled by the phrase that always told me: "While you're with me not going to happen. I will not let anything happen to you."
We went to bed, I was staring at the ceiling for more than two hours uneasy about the noise added to the fear that they are waiting for us to sleep ... until I fell asleep.
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