/—(I have kept my promise)—/
—...
I opened my eyes to the dim sunlight while my aching body could barely move a little. Supporting myself with my hands and trembling, I got up, but it would have been easier if I hadn't found myself on top of a pile of garbage.
My mind was failing as if I had taken a horrible blow to the head. My body was surrounded by a bunch of wounds and scrapes. I would think that someone does this when they're drunk, but there was no smell of liquor or anything like that.
—What just happened...?
I wondered, as I looked around, surrounded by walls with a gray and janitorial hue. It was to be expected, I was in any alley. But more than that, my voice was not the same.
I grabbed a piece of glass from the trash and reflected on it. With youthful features, smooth skin, it resembled me in my past, but with a slight difference. I noticed in passing that my hands were different, my slender, thin, and strong body had disappeared, those scars around my body were also gone.
The only thing that remained was the body of an 18-year-old boy like the one I saw in my last detention. Although my younger self was a bit handsome, besides, the clothes I was wearing right now were torn and dirty, they were a disgrace for a teenager.
Keeping calm, I started to reassess the entire situation.
— Could it be that this boy also lives on the streets?
I looked at my body from side to side until I finally saw the alley exit. I walked outside, where the sun, blocked by the walls, shone brightly.
It wasn't very different, which made me doubt what was actually happening. Could it have been a dream? The streets full of people, the stores crowded, and the vehicles in full motion. The same building structures, with the difference that the men walked in groups of 5 to 6. It would have been normal for me, but the number of these groups was increasing.
Well-dressed women also walked frequently, but individually, according to some. Those groups of men, besides walking together, always had a woman in the middle.
—This is giving me goosebumps.
I looked around, the buildings were adorned with gigantic televisions, promoting drinks, food, etc. But some said something like: (Small housing for you and your partners??) Here at Corporación Aguilar, we have the best large houses at super prices with protection included!
"Couples?"
The wind blows fiercely, lifting plastic bags and other objects. Among them, a newspaper flew straight into my face.
(Great actress has just started her sixth marriage!) The audience screams with happiness!) Terrifying phrases that sent chills down my spine. I watched with a bead of sweat as groups of men, at some point, started giving affectionate gestures like kisses and hugs to what seemed to be their partner.
Analyzing the strange situation carefully, a group of people passed by my side. Several young and handsome boys walked in formation as if they were protecting something, but behind them was a beautiful, mature woman, with high heels, straight black hair, wearing a white homey outfit and a white hat that covered her face.
Easily, that excellent presence could be a beauty celebrity. But why were they all glaring at me?
Each of them looked at me with piercing eyes, looking down their noses at me, but those are just poor tricks. Without being impatient, each one reveals how they truly are.
I stood still, with a serious look towards the group of young people, while they seemed as if they were being challenged, so they all stopped and approached.
"Do you have a problem?"
A total of seven approached me, imposing their authority or whatever they were trying to do. I have always had the habit of looking at people as if I were threatening them, so it always got me into trouble.
—No, I don't have them.
I replied coldly, without getting flustered in front of them. In the midst of the crowd, the one who was possibly his partner noticed the fight and revealed what was happening.
— What's happening, who are you trying to hurt now?
He said indifferently, as if he didn't care that there was some serious conflict.
—N-nothing, darling.
One of the young men spoke, who, due to his beauty and eloquence, could be assumed to be the leader of their group. Upon hearing his response, the beautiful woman will look at me as if she were evaluating me with her eyes.
—Seeing how you're dressed, you must be from the streets. You have a good appearance and seem to be someone challenging. So, what do you think about being my eighth boyfriend?
Without hesitation, the beautiful woman mentioned wanting me as her boyfriend when we barely know each other. I was stunned, not only by how different this place was, but also by the outrageous social norm that existed.
—Just like that?, can't we have a coffee first and get to know each other? But if you don't agree, it would be better for me to leave.
My voice was drowned in the situation, my perception distorted, my serious face relaxed for a moment. I was trying not to make any mistakes and be misunderstood again.
The woman tilted her head, as if she hadn't understood. While I, with a bit of doubt, wanted to leave quietly, but I was grabbed by the shirt. Who grabbed me was one of the young men.
—Where do you think you're going? Don't you know that my dear girlfriend just said she wants you to be part of her harem?
—Yes, I hear you, but I don't agree and take your hands off me.
I said, looking annoyed at the person who grabbed my shoulder. The woman, seeing my reaction, let out a small laugh while looking at me with eyes of desire.
—Leave it, I'll take care of it.
She approached with delicate steps, until she spoke to me silently near my ear with a seductive voice that would drive any man crazy.
—You could do anything for me~, listen, the kids are very active~
Delicate words with a strong context made my ear tingle, but... this isn't the first time something like this has happened to me.
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When I joined a gang, they took me to various parties, nightclubs, and bars where the music was very loud. Having fun and enjoying their youth, but I just stayed in my seat and drank the beers they brought. At that time, I didn't know how to have fun.
At one of those moments, around 10 at night, one of my colleagues approached with two very beautiful young women in each hand. They looked like sisters, and I introduced them with enthusiasm.
—Hey! Hey girls, it's him, the guy I told you about, he beat up more than thirty people all by himself. The boss was very happy to have him under his wing.
I stayed silent until he finished speaking. He sat down next to me along with the two young ladies who looked at me with dazzling eyes and tried to establish a friendship with me, although he was called away for some issues.
That's how I ended up with them. I wasn't good with women, especially if they were beautiful. The silence between us lingered until one of them poured me a glass of white wine, looking at me warmly.
The other young woman began to cling to my body, gently and delicately touching my neck with her fingers, gradually moving down to my chest, with a path that ended between my pants.
—I heard about your exploits. To be a formidable man, in mind you don't seem to be one~
He spoke to me close to my ear with a quick and warm breath. It was blinding. At all times, I remained calm, but I was young at that time, so I wasn't strong enough to endure its heat.
—Sorry for the delay, I hope I didn't bore you... Where did you go?
The good boy returned, but the seats were empty along with some drinks. Wondering where they might have gone.
Youth is weak to the new. I was no exception. For someone who didn't have much contact, unless it was fighting to survive on the streets, something they don't know, they long to do it.
We stayed at a nearby motel. After surprising the receptionist—a sight that will be etched in his mind—we lay down with fervor, unable to endure the next moment. Our bodies expected to merge and be overwhelmed by the heat and intensity.
Losing one's head in lust, with ragged breaths and warm moans that lasted until the sun shone brightly.
That very morning, I woke up first and saw the two young women lying with warm smiles, covered with a white sheet. That was one of the few times I smiled. I gave them a kiss before leaving, I felt relaxed, but somewhat sad, because that very morning I left the country...
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A sweet memory with a bitter ending. I didn't like leaving either, but I had my reasons. Remembering the past, I diligently pushed away the woman who tried to seduce me. With an act of respect, I lowered my head, but not my torso.
—I'm sorry, but I'm in denial. It doesn't seem right to me. So I'm out.
I turned around and tried to walk away. But that woman looked at me with hatred and, with a wave of her hand, ordered her harem to pounce on me in front of everyone.
The first one to arrive threw his fist forward, straight at my head. However, with a twist of my neck, I dodged the blow. I took a step back and, with my elbow, struck his jaw, knocking him out in the process.
Two more approached, one with a kick and the other with a charge. In a flurry, I quickly moved to the side, putting my foot out and unbalancing the one who charged, crashing him into a post. I crouched down in the process to dodge the kick.
Holding his foot, I struck his knee, dislocating the bones. It was already 3 out of 7. The ones who remained didn't approach, but they didn't feel afraid. At that, the woman exclaimed loudly:
—Just use your skills!
Skills??
I thought, as I watched the boys' hands glow faintly, with arrogant smiles and full of confidence.
"What was that? Did I just see...? No, it was just an illusion... Or was it?"
I rubbed my eyes with my fists, hoping that what I saw was just a simple confusion. But no, it was real. A shape I had never seen in my life. One of the guys approached in a blink, and with his shiny fist, he tried to land a punch on me.
He was fast, but not fast enough. I dodged the adjacent fist and grabbed it tightly. I tried to see better what that glow was like.
—Surprising.
I was fascinated by that magic that emanated from his fist. The next moment, two others jumped on me, each with something different. The first one approached and created a knife in his hand. With a movement of my legs, I slid under his arm, using his momentum to throw him.
As I approached the next one, who had bright eyes.
I threw a punch, but he reacted quickly and dodged it. However, my knee came into view before his eyes, and it was an attack he couldn't overcome.
Six out of seven were off the field. The last one had a notable expression of dissatisfaction and anger. He tried to approach, but was avoided by the homemaker.
—No, don't do it. We can take advantage of this.
—Why?
The sound of the sirens shook the moment. I, who was surrounded by several fainted people, understood that the moment was not going to be very talented.
"I had never been caught for something like this, but the people around will be on my side."
That's what I thought. From a black and white patrol car, two officers of both sexes got out, who were surprised by the scene.
—P-policeman! Don't move!
They exclaimed, raising their hand to stop me, staying behind the patrol doors. I hoped they would calm the situation, but the housewife began to shout nonsense, with a solemn face.
—Officers! This person attacked my loved ones for no reason!
He pointed his finger at me. The police officers went on alert.
—We suggest that you surrender! If not, we will use force!
Upon hearing the demands of the police, I knelt with my hands on my head.
—Officer, this doesn't make sense. I am the victim here. You can ask the people around to verify...
Ignoring me, the police officers grabbed me by the arms and leaned me against the patrol car. It was obvious that they were on the side of the woman who complained.
I tried to force it, but the female police officer created a tree root around my arms and torso, immobilizing me and slamming me against the car window. The people around never came to help, but just walked by murmuring.
—...It's just that... maybe... Is there no equality?!
Full of anguish and anger, words that echoed in everyone's ears, awakened the true fury of that homely woman.