Final Part

I couldn’t help but wait until he showed up to the hospital. As he ran in covered in sweat, my mind flash backed to five years ago on this very same day when he did the exact same thing.

This time though, it was death that was calling and not the disillusionment that came with the freedom that birth brings.

Angry and crying he stumbled towards the nurses station shouting in a panic to see his family.

Diego, many said, was always so passionate and maybe that’s why I continued to love him from a far, waiting for the day he would love me back like he did her.

I watched as he broke down when the police told him of how his family was butchered to death.  Multiple stab wounds they said, inside her groin and chest area they said.

They told him how his wife had fought to her very last breath. How his daughter was found dead in the back of the bus he took everyday.

I watched.

“We have a couple of questions we would like to ask you Mr.Gonzales”

“Must we do this now for Christ’s sake! Don’t you have any respect for the dead?”

“We understand that this is a difficult time Mr. Gonzales but we need to know your whereabouts when your wife called your cell an hour ago.”

“Called?” he shook his head, “What do you mean…..” and there it was. His realization that while he was knee deep in pussy his wife and child were been hacked to death by a deranged lunatic.

“Diego are you…”

“Johnny! Fuck Johnny, Marisol [sniff]….Sofia…… they’re…..They’re dead!”

………………………….

 

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