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babe.”
    I couldn’t speak; I could only look on in horror and disbelief. A silent scream was lodged in the back of my throat, unable to escape.
    â€œI left your balls,” she said. “If you don’t want them, I can pack them up, too.”
    Just as I attempted to say something, anything, she kissed me on the lips, leaving a thick trail of blood, which dripped down my chin. Then she winked at me, threw her head back, and let out this crazy-ass laugh that sent chills up and down my spine.
    Around that time, I woke up screaming like a bitch, tossing, and kicking at my sheets. It took me a few seconds to realize it was all a nightmare. However, that still didn’t take away the effect it had had on me. With unsteady hands, I reached into my nightstand drawer, pulled out my bottle of liquor, and took a couple of quick swigs. I closed my eyes and relished the burn as the liquor went down. My breathing gradually returned to normal, and my heart slowed, after nearly jumping out of my chest. Slowly, my night terror passed.
    After that, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon. I slipped on my boxers and walked downstairs to my home office—to write the night away. I would slip quietly back into bed as dawn approached, with dark circles under my eyes.
    Dre’ was correct in his assessment. I needed to reclaim my life before Pilar drove me crazy. What a damn shame that even with her out of my life, she was still creating chaos.

The Beginning
    The adorable, chubby-cheeked young child knew from experience to remain quiet and still in her presence. Children were to be seen and not heard. She shyly peeked out of the corner of her eye at her—her mother.
    They were sitting in the tiny living room, watching a sitcom on the small TV set. This was definitely a rare occasion, because her mother usually avoided her as much as possible when they were alone. Her mother, as usual, wore a scowl, a cigarette dangling precariously from her lips, and her right foot was in constant motion as she swung it back and forth in a nervous posture.
    Anyone peeking through the open curtains would have thought this was a typical family evening, a beautiful young mother and a precious daughter enjoying a peaceful time together. However, the young child knew better. That lesson had been instilled in her early on, and she’d learned it well.
    The evenings were always the worst. She always attempted to make herself invisible. She would pull her body into a small, tight ball of arms and thin legs. Poof! Gone. That was what she hoped for most nights: to simply disappear, to evaporate into thin air. She knew she wouldn’t be missed. And that realization constantly shattered her heart into a million aching pieces. She longed to feel love and be loved. That was all she dreamed of.
    Even in her immature mind, she knew mothers were supposed to love their children, nurture them, and protect them from evil. In this case, her mother was the evil.

Chapter 5
    Pilar
    Strange. It was like my soul sensed we were close to landing in Houston, Texas. I wondered if he sensed my presence. I wondered if the hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms stood up and came alive, as mine did, simply because we were breathing the same air again. I closed my eyes and moaned. I could feel him on my skin. Taste him in my mouth. Seconds before the pilot’s voice came over the plane’s intercom system, I awoke from a deep sleep, feeling totally refreshed and renewed.
    I placed my seat in an upright position and then stretched as much as possible in my first-class seat and in the empty one beside me. That nap was exactly what I needed in order to rejuvenate myself. The fun was about to begin, and I needed all my strength to participate. Pulling out a small gold and black compact to freshen my makeup, I smiled to myself. It still shocked me when I looked into a mirror nowadays. For a few seconds I didn’t recognize the person