My Sister's Boyfriend

-Shut up! You hurt me so much. It made me suffer so much. And yet, I love you. I miss my best friend and my love. And I'm sorry to tell you, but your punishment will be me. Damn everything, right or wrong. I can't be without you either.

Everything. Blame. This. Accursed. Love. I paused, taking a deep breath. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And I didn't even let myself think. I didn't care about the rest. Not now. I had time, and I could live with it if I stayed with Igor. - You pay me, Igor Borges... Pay me for making me fall in love with you.

- Paid with interest. As long as you want me. And love me. I'll pay you. I kissed him, happy and more satisfied than I have ever felt at any time in my life. There was no doubt about it. I loved that boy. I really loved it. I knew him, he hurt me, he killed me. But it made me whole, it fixed me. And I knew that keeping away was silly. I had left everything behind, I wanted the boy. And honestly, I stopped thinking as I kissed him. Just tasting the taste of her lips, and feeling her soft hair on my fingers. And his hands firmly on my hips, pulling me to him. I pulled away slightly and plunged into those warm, loving eyes. Then he leaned in, kissing me lightly. With a restrained and secure possession, in which I was his. And he was mine.

We stayed like that in the late afternoon. And I wanted to, badly. That it had been forever... But forever never exists.***I entered the house, almost nine o'clock, smiling and bouncing. Igor and I had spent the evening at the beach. Chatting, lying on the sand and exchanging kisses. My stomach, until now, seemed full of butterflies.

I went upstairs to my room, practically dancing. I took off my sandals in the hallway and tied my hair in a bun with my pen from my pocket. I needed a shower, to collapse on the bed. But first I would wait for Igor to call me, just as he had promised. I slid into the room when I found Cecilia sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow. His expression was dejected, and it startled me.

"I saw you coming through the window. Have they made peace?

"We decided to try again.

"That's...

-Very good? I know you don't like him anymore.

"yes, I don't like it anymore..." She murmured, I sat next to her, apprehensive. I held his cold, trembling hands in mine.

"Cecilia, what's wrong?" She looked into my eyes and tears streamed down her sandy eyes. She remained silent. "It's making me worried.

- I need to tell you something, Malu.

"I'm listening.

"I didn't want to hurt you any more. Or ruin your life again and... I...

- Cecilia, stop stalling and say it right away.

"I'm pregnant. I was surprised, surprised by the information. I tried to digest it, my sister is pregnant. OK. But why would that ruin my life?

"I don't understand. Cecilia put her hands on her face and began to cry. Then, reality got to me. Impossible! -No...

"I'm sorry.

"Is that him?" I swallowed, hoping she would understand the question.

"Yes, Igor is the father of my baby.

Pov. Malu

If I had to summarize my story, from start to finish, I would say that I had to give up a lot. Like everyone else, I had to give up what was bad for me, and even good, for something better and bigger. Happiness and harmony. I had to let go of my loves, my family disagreements, my dramas, my depressions, a part of me. Everything that once hurt me, I left behind. I left everything behind and traveled. And it was the best thing I ever did. Everything seemed to have disappeared when I landed in England, on a work exchange that would last a year. I studied, met new people, got a kick out and got a great boost in my career. Who knew I would work dealing with people? Even more so in the area of Tourism? But that's what I did.

With a good amount of money I returned to Brazil and settled in a city miles away from my parents' house, left the small town in Rio de Janeiro and went to Porto Alegre. I left behind the fights, a part of me, absolutely everything. I went to college and I'm in good financial stability. I try not to remember the catastrophic and painful past. Past this one where I left a lot of things behind. A teenage sweetheart and a pregnant sister. More than that, I left a broken heart behind. Things that I preferred not to think about and did everything to leave behind.

The phone at my office desk, the room I shared with two other girls, rang, pulling me out of my daydreams and conclusions. We usually took phone calls from people wanting to schedule tours and trips. Since this Tourism Agency where I worked was in high demand.

"Malu?" Marisa's voice sounded shrill on the line. "Mr. Valadares wants to see you.

I startled, hearing the call abruptly cut off. I sighed deeply, standing up, seeing the girls look at me curiously, and I shrugged. I walked to my boss's office and ran into Marisa, the secretary, who smiled at me and gave me a pass. I entered the large and open office of Mr. Marcelo Valadares, head of the section where I worked. I basically worked answering phone calls and answering errands, meeting the needs of customers. So I had no idea what I had done to be in the office. He motioned for me to sit down and I settled quietly into the chair.

-Miss. Tavares, right? - he said; The rims of thick glasses are fixed on a card, probably mine. - So you lived in the city of Santa Bárbara, in Rio de Janeiro?

I looked at him questioningly, becoming even more confused. I was surprised by his question, but I tried to stand my ground.

"Yes, I've lived there.

"All your life?"

"A large part of the.

"Even a few years ago?"

"Yes, sir. I swallowed, not quite understanding where he was going.

"So you know practically the whole city?"

"Yes, sir. It's a small town, easy to get around and locate.

"Exactly, miss, exactly!" He perked up, a big smile appearing on his rounded face. - And on top of that, it has good tourist infrastructure, beautiful beaches, as well as cheap and comfortable hotels. And, of course, places for walks, including the downtown Planetarium, which is one of the most visited places and considered one of the best in Latin America, right?

"Yes, you seem to know a great deal.