Patricia's point of view
Richard jumped out of bed, covering his nakedness with a sheet, while Alicia remained motionless, as if what had just happened was the most normal thing in the world.
"Paty, it's not what it looks like. Please, let me explain."
A bitter smile appeared on my lips. The typical phrase of the unfaithful.
"It's not what it looks like?" I scoffed, feeling a lump in my throat. "Did you hear that, Alicia? We're seeing things wrong because 'it's not what it looks like.'"
Rage burned inside me, giving me a strength I didn't even know I had. My voice hardened.
"You better pack your things and get out of my house before my mom gets here."
Richard, with the sheet still in his hand, tried to approach.
"Paty, listen to me. It was just a slip-up. It's nothing to worry about. Please, let's not end like this, hear my explanation."
I felt stupid hearing his meaningless words.
"I said get out. I don't want to see you again and stop making a fool of yourself. Get out of my house right now if you don't want me to call the police."
Tears threatened to well up, but I held them back. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak. Richard, seeing my determination, stopped, set aside his pitiful attitude, and dressed indifferently.
"If you think I'm going to keep begging... you're very wrong. I am a Melendez and we don't bow our heads to anyone."
His arrogance was an echo that resonated in my heart, opening a wound that would not be easy to heal. He left the house with firm and elegant steps, befitting his last name, but at that moment he was nothing more than scum. Beside me, Alicia remained in bed, watching the scene with a carelessness that suffocated me. It was as if nothing that had happened mattered to her.
"How could you do this to me?" I asked, my voice trembling with indignation.
Alicia looked at me mockingly and flashed a cynical smile.
"Stop the drama. It's not a big deal. Besides, there are many more men on the planet. Go find another one, and forget about Richard."
Her impudence surpassed anything I had imagined. The woman in front of me was not the same one who grew up with me.
"You're right. There's no reason to make a scene. We just witnessed enough already."
My voice sounded cold, as if I were speaking from an iceberg.
"Let's get out of here, we have better things to do."
Daniela didn't say a word. She knew me well enough to know that I was being strong to avoid collapsing. She gave a look of hatred to who until today was my sister, and followed me in silence.
We got into her car. It was then that I allowed the pain that was breaking my soul to come out. Tears flowed like a waterfall, and sobs choked me.
"This can't be happening to me. Why did those two miserable people do this to me?" I managed to say in a whisper.
Daniela, with a visible rage on her face, put a hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down, friend. Those two don't deserve a single one of your tears. They're less than garbage."
"I can understand it from Richard... he's not my family. But my sister? My own sister whom I love so much."
"I don't know what to tell you. You know that those two were never saints of my devotion, but to reach this point... it's unforgivable. I feel like going back to your house and smashing your sister's face."
"It's not worth it. If we make a scene, and my mom arrives, she could have a heart attack. The last thing I want is for something to happen to her because of me," I said a little calmer. "But I do need to forget, I need to drown the pain."
Daniela looked at me with compassion. Her support was my only lifeline. Without her, I don't think I could overcome what had just happened. She accelerated the car and headed to her mansion, sure that she had a plan to make me forget the scoundrel act of which I was a victim.
The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the mansion. From the outside, the place looked like an oasis of calm, with its shrubs and a garden full of red and white flowers. The path that led to the front door was a total contrast to the hurricane of emotions that was tearing me apart.
We went in and met Mrs. Hernandez, the housekeeper.
"Maria, please bring us something to eat to the room. If my mother calls, tell her I went on a trip."
We went up to her room, a place that had always fascinated me for its peace. The white walls and the view of the garden made me feel a tranquility that I didn't have in my own house. Daniela's parents lived traveling, and of her brother, the only member of the family that I didn't know, I only knew that he was a workaholic. And, according to rumors, a Don Juan who surrounded himself with the most beautiful women in the country.
"Look, try on this dress and we'll see how it looks on you." Daniela said, coming out of her closet.
"I'm not in the mood to try on clothes, now I just want to cry and feel sorry for myself." I replied, holding back the tears that threatened to come out.
"I won't let you sink into depression, now get your ass up and come try on the dress and if that one is not to your liking we'll look for another one."
Daniela kept me entertained almost all afternoon looking for clothes for both of us, she forced me to eat according to her to have strength. She was completely crazy and was surely devising some plan to get me out of my depression.
In the end, we found a red dress that fit my curves perfectly. Seeing myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe I had such a beautiful body; the dress enhanced every part of my torso.
"I don't think I can wear something like that," I commented, feeling self-conscious.
"Stop being so cowardly and enjoy what nature gave you," Daniela replied, almost like a scolding. "Tonight we're going on a trip and celebrating our freedom."
I hadn't realized that, as always, her plan had a goal. She had gotten it into her head to go to another city, to a place where debauchery was the law. To a place where the pain I felt, perhaps, could be drowned for one night.
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