The Love of An Invisible

[ Iuri Stevens’ Vision]

“What… happened to her?”

As soon as I arrive at the place Luana speaks of, I am faced with the scene of Aya with her head all dirty with blood.

“A man tried to abuse her,” Luana explains. I clench my hands into fists. Bastard! Bastard! Garbage!”

“I know… that you like her, Iuri, but could you take care of her? At the moment she has no one.”

I almost stop reacting when I hear the words that come out of Leandro’s mouth, I’ve never seen him care about anyone but himself. But I am glad, at least now he seems to want to be different.

“Leandro is the one who saved her from the man,” Luana speaks interrupting the silence that has settled in.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh… thank you, I will take care of her,” I approach him and take Aya from his lap. Wow, I need to go to the gym… She is heavy.

I try not to show it, I walk with her in my arms to the car, Luana opens the door for me, I put her in the back seat and close the door soon after.

“You guys want a ride?”

Luana doesn’t answer and just looks at Leandro.

“I’ll walk anyway, but thanks.”

“Ah… I’m going too, thanks for the offer, Iuri.”

“Okay, I’m going. Thanks for calling me.”

I turn the car around and get in, start the engine, and begin to drive along the road that leads to my house. I look in the rearview mirror and my heart squeezes. Her words still hurt me, but seeing her in this state makes me even sadder.

In less than ten minutes I drive into the garage. I notice that my parents’ car is already there too, they have arrived. I hope they don’t mind. Again I take Aya in my arms and go to the living room, my parents are watching television, but as soon as they see me their eyes widen.

“What happened, Iuri?” my mother asks, coming towards me, right behind her my father is also coming.

“She needs help, a man tried to abuse her while she was walking down the street.”

“Oh my God, the poor thing. Come bring her to the guest room. Honey, heat up some water and bring me some cloths.”

“Okay,” mine headed for the kitchen.

And I went to the stairs with Aya on my lap, the ascent is difficult, although she is short, and as they say, bones also weigh. But I know that the real problem is because I have no physical conditioning. After climbing the stairs, my mother opens the door to the guest room next to mine, I go in and put Aya on the bed. I look at her face, so serene. She doesn’t even look like she has been through such a dangerous situation.

“Did you save her?”

“No, it was a classmate, but he couldn’t help her and called me.”

“I see, your father and I passed her earlier.”

“Ah.”

“She was very rude to us.”

I decided not to answer, I have wonderful parents, but I know how spiteful they are. And this bitterness will only pass when she apologizes, which I think is very difficult to do. I confess, I would also like to hear an apology, but I understand the critical situation she is going through. To have your heart wounded in this way, to be abandoned by your parents. It’s just too much suffering.

“Here dear,” my father enters the room holding a tray with a small basin of warm water.

“Thank you.”

My mother takes the cloth and starts to wipe the dried blood from Aya’s face, who grimaces but doesn’t wake up. She is so beautiful. She looks like an angel. How could people do so much harm to someone as pure as she is?

“Iuri,” I come out of my trance when I hear my name pronounced by my mother.

“Iuri: Yes.”

“Go to the kitchen cupboard and get some bandages and the medicine stickers.”

“I won’t be long.”

I hurry out of the room and go downstairs, past the pantry and into the cabinet drawer I get everything my mother asked for. I return with quick strides, and only stop when I enter the bedroom.

“Here, Mom,” I hand her everything.

“Leave me alone with her.”

“Let’s go to the living room, Iuri.”

I agree and follow my father into the living room. My chest still hurts, seeing her in this state is unbearable. I hope she wakes up well tomorrow.

When we get to the living room, I sit on the sofa and my father sits in the armchair.

“Iuri… Why haven’t you spoken to her parents?”

I take a deep breath, how I wish she could count on her own parents for help. But unfortunately, Leandro did her a favor and ruined her life.

“During the dance. Her parents were also at the dance, and they didn’t like what they saw. And they ended up kicking her out of the house.”

“What? What kind of joke was that?”

“Someone… Someone edited a porn video and put her face and that of another classmate. Her parents believed the video was real, and did what they did… In front of everyone…”

I waited for my father’s answer, but he just remained silent, a silence that had already lasted about ten minutes, when I decided to open my mouth to break the silence my mother’s voice was present.

“I have cleaned her wounds, put some pajamas on her, and put the medication patches on her. Tomorrow she will wake up well.”

She speaks and sits down on the couch next to me, stares at my father for a few moments, and then looks at me.

“What was the answer about college?”

“I was approved, and I’m moving the day after tomorrow to Cambridge, Massachusetts.

“My son, you are becoming a man.”

She smiles and hugs me, and I hug her back, hugging her tight. How good a mother’s hug is. I hope she never dies.

“We’d better go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll settle things.”

I agree and the three of us go up to our rooms. Before I go into mine, I glance at the door of the room where Aya is. I sigh and go into mine. I take off my clothes again and lie down on the bed. It doesn’t take long to fall asleep, and when I open my eyes, it is already six in the morning. I stretch and get out of bed, go to the bathroom, do my personal hygiene and put on the first outfit that appears on the wardrobe. I need to pack… I will be four years away from here.

I leave the room and then I remember that Aya is in the next room. With hesitant steps, I stop in front of the room, hold the handle for a few seconds and then open it. I walk to the window and open the curtains, letting the light invade the room, I turn to the bed and see her sitting up, looking at me as if she were seeing a monster.

“What the hell did you do, you disgusting little spike?”

What a nice good morning I got from this messy-haired angel.