Maria Eduarda

Honestly, I don't know how I managed to get home. I enter silently so as not to wake my sister, and I end up moaning when I accidentally bump into the banister and grit my teeth to keep from screaming, only letting out a small groan of pain.

I go up the stairs, or rather, I go crawling, and at last I manage to reach my room. I close the door and don't turn on the light—I was afraid to see how hurt I was.

I'm walking very slowly, and each step I took was torture, and I always leaned against the wall until I reached my little table, where I had a notebook and also some books.

I didn't always need to turn on the light in the room, since I had a lamp. As soon as I can reach it, I light it up and see my bruised fingers. I feel the tears already flowing. I open the diary I got from my sister and start writing. Even writing hurts. I start to cry softly.

“Dear Diary, Today was my 18th birthday!”

"I don't deserve to live."

“I was raped and drugged, and I decided I must die today!”

All I can write is this, and I leave the diary. I open the drawer, where there was a small pocketknife. I take it and head to the bathroom. When I get there, I turn on the lights. The tears come down more and more and I can't control it. I was embarrassed, in pain, angry.

My bruised face, my hair disheveled and my clothes torn. I was already aware of one thing: I wouldn't know how to live with this nightmare, and the only thing I had to do was kill myself, it was the only solution.

I bring the stiletto straight to my wrist and start to run the blade. I feel the sting of the cut and I can already see the blood coming out. I do the same thing on the other one, and before long I was falling to the floor. Just before doing so, I hear my sister scream:

“Forgive me…” I beg, and I finally feel death coming and I surrender to it in peace, knowing that nothing in the world would harm me.

Chapter 1

Leon

The best way to end a night is to have a dick in a pussy. I hear the bitch moan, and I don't feel any of that emotion my friends say they feel when they're fucking, or rather, when they're making love to their women. The emotion they talk about, they call love, and I don't know what it is!

“That dick is so hot, Leon! — says the bitch.

— I know it is! I agree with her. I know very well that women want my body. Since I was a teenager, I knew how to get attention.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asks me in a complaining voice. Of course I would fuck her. After all, a man like me knows how to fuck. I didn't even need to touch her to know that she was already aroused enough to shove my cock inside her pussy.

“You're a little bitch who's desperate for my cock, aren't you? I ask, already knowing the answer.

I take my cock out of her mouth and turn her around, spreading those legs and letting her ass in the air. Without her waiting, I ram it in, making her scream and moan.

"Want me to get my dick out, do you?" — I provoke her.

— No, I do not want! she says, moaning and wiggling her ass, encouraging me to keep going, and I don't pretend to be begging and go all out. I take the dick out and put it back in, and continue to do this straight through. The bitch knew how to scream that it was one thing, sometimes those screams of hers made me almost stressed.

My friends say that I'm still going to find the great love of my life, and I just laugh at their faces, for me this love story, as I said, doesn't exist.

"Fuck me, Leon, harder!" she asks, and I give her what she wants. I pull her hair hard and fuck her harder and harder, making the bed rock.

Then I hear her say she's coming and I let her come first, and then I follow right behind. I'm a son of a bitch, but I also know how to be generous. I take my dick out of her and go to the bathroom, take out the condom and throw it in the trash. Before leaving, I wash my hands and get dressed. She looks at me startled.

“Are you leaving? he asks me, and I hate it.

"You know I don't sleep with any women!" I reply thickly.

"And me thinking I was special to you!"

"No, my dear, no woman is special to me!" – is what I answer, and she doesn't need to say anything, her look says it all, her eyes are full of tears. You're in love with me.

“I love you, Leon!

I should have realized that when you fuck me once, twice or more, she already thinks she's tied me up.

“I already told you when I started fucking you that we would be friends with benefit and there would be no love.

“Leon, I know that! she says regretfully, sitting up in bed and making me look at her body. I knew it was beautiful.

"Then you already know we shouldn't see each other again!" I say simply. I grab my watch and car keys and head for the door. As I'm leaving, I hear her calling me and I turn around.

"One day you're going to regret the way you're treating me!"

— I am not going! — and turn again. When I'm finally leaving that room, I hear her crying again and I ask, already out of patience: — What do you still want, Laura?

“I swear to you, Leon, that I will make your life hell and that soon, you will be mine again.

— I never was and never will be yours, Laura, goodbye! I say, and walk away. Arriving at the hotel reception, I leave the daily and the next day paid and what she should eat and leave, never to return.

As soon as I reach the hotel entrance, the valet comes to meet me. I give him the car keys, and it doesn't take long for him to arrive. I thank him, tip him handsomely, and leave soon.

When I get in the car, I plug in my cell phone and turn on the radio to listen to the news. I'm home soon. I live in a luxury condominium. Before I even get to the gate, it's already open. I go in, stop, and greet the security guards.

— Good evening, Mr. Victorino.

“Good night, Arthur. Everything in order around here? I turn off the radio and take my cell phone out of the cradle.

"Thank God, all is well!" I let out a sigh of relief.

— That's great! - I thank you and say good night. I'm heading home soon. I'm finally getting a good night's sleep. I was having too many parties around here, sometimes I really wanted to move into an apartment.

I think about it all the time, and I end up giving up. With relief I arrive in front of my garage. When I'm about to enter the house, the door opens.

— Good night, sir! — greets Mrs. Oliveira.

“Good night, Olivia. Everything is OK? — I give you my coat.

— Yes sir! She looks at me.

— Some problem?

"None, sir, I'd like to know if you've had dinner yet," he asks me, a little embarrassed.

— Not yet!

"Then I'll take care of it."

— Thank you, Olivia, I'll be in my room.

"I'll call you soon, sir!"

— Thanks! I thank you and head towards my room. When I get there, I take off my clothes and throw them in the hamper. I go to the shower. I turn it on and enter. Soon the hot water washes over my body, washing away any sweat left over from the sex I'd had.

I stay there for a while feeling the heat of the water. I run the soap over my body, and I don't take long in the shower. I go back to my room and dry off, putting on my pajamas. When I'm combing my hair, I hear Olivia calling me, telling me about dinner.

— Thank you, Olivia! I thank you, and then I go down to dinner. I don't linger and go back to the room. I lie down on the bed and pick up the notebook, fiddle with it, reading some articles, and end up sleeping with the device on.