The Love of An Invisible

[ Vision of Suzana Guilan]

I can’t hide the smile on my face, I have prepared a lot for today. I’m wearing a pink satin dress, the top is a strapless one, the length is long with a big slit down the leg that goes to the middle of my left thigh. The gloves go to the elbows, the heels are six inches high, everything in the most glamorous pink. Anyway, I’m looking as good as ever.

“You did everything as I told you, right?” I ask low near Luana’s ear.

“Yes, I did… But I can’t seem to get it right,” her voice is muffled by the director’s voice.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little lesson, no big deal,” I take another sip of my drink.

Luana is wearing a silver dress, with thin straps and knee length, loose hair in big waves, and black five centimeter stiletto heels. She looks nice, not even close to my feet, but it’s good enough.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, this is going to end…”

“Oh please, right? Do you feel sorry for her now? She is nobody! I’m your friend!” I get angry and get away from her.

Yesterday I spent the whole day editing the video, I did the job masterfully, today everyone will see Aya in a different way, those violet eyes will no longer be carriers of innocence. I look at the direction Aya is, Leandro has already left her and now she is alone, well, not alone as I expected, but surely her parents don’t count, maybe they will even make my show even better, how much anxiety!

“Suzanne, do you want me to get you some more booze?” My date, Henrique, holds another glass in his hand.

We only danced to two songs, soon he met up with his other friends, got drunk and now he’s drunk. What a drag! I remembered why I never had anything serious with him.

“No, go back to your friends, Leandro here will keep me company.”

“But he’s not the date of… What’s her name again?” he frowns.

“Aya,” I roll my eyes, how disgusting to pronounce that name.

“Oh, yes, that’s right, I just remembered, he is her date.”

“This is none of your business, now get the hell out of here before I lose my little patience with a drunken piece of shit,” I don’t have the slightest tolerance to deal with this.

Spinning on my heels I lose sight of him among the crowd of students. Smiling I walk to the stage to get a better view of my spectacular work of art, Leandro is also already there watching everything, his face is of astonishment, his forehead and cheeks turn red, the only person who saw the video before everyone else was Luana, I still remember her lines:

“-This is too much humiliation -speaks her wide eyes towards the computer screen.

“Yes, I want everyone to see how I am superior and she is a disgusting and scrofulous bitch!”

“But she never did anything to you! That’s not right Suzi,” he looks at me and I roll my eyes, I’ll ignore it.

“It looks like it was done by a professional, look at that, it doesn’t even look like other people!” The pride I feel is too great.

“Please don’t do this, she doesn’t deserve it.”

“You are going to put the flash drive on the screen so that when you show the video to the class, they will see a beautiful sexual exhibition.”

“But what about Leandro? You made a montage with his face too, have you told him that?”

“It will be a surprise.”

“What if he gets upset? Nobody likes to be exposed like that!”

“You just pet him and he’ll be fine, nothing worth worrying about,” I shrug, Leandro always ate out of my hand.

“You should stop acting like that, he really likes you.”

“Yes, he loves me, too bad for you, isn’t it?” I look down on her.

I know she likes him, but he’s liked me since childhood, and until no one better comes along, he’s the one I’m going to stay with. I have never done anything against Luana because she is obedient, a great friend, so to speak, her mother is a cleaner in my house, I’ve known her since she was a little girl, she always went to help her mother and I sympathized with her, but of course, I command and she obeys, when I find someone better I’ll even make Leandro stay with her.

“Is the pen drive ready yet?” sighs and changes the subject, I like it that way.

Leandro’s astonished face makes me want to laugh. When I get close to him, I hug him from behind and he looks at me with wide eyes and mouth ajar.

[ Vision of Aya Millenis ]

I feel the blood disappearing from my body, the tears are burning in my eyes and my heart seems to want to come out of my mouth, which is dry as in a desert, my fingers tremble as if I were in the coldest corner of the North Pole, it would be good if I were there, so I wouldn’t have to go through this, this humiliation.

This never happened! This video is not real! It is all set up, that is not me! But my face is there, Leandro’s face is there. The only sound resounding through the room is the moans on the screen, the woman with my face on all fours with everything exposed while the man hits her ass with one hand and with the other hand strings her up from behind, then it changes and she is already lying on the floor with her feet behind her head, I have never even seen such positions in my life.

The tears fall loose down my cheeks, the air drawn through my nostrils seems to have become thin and burns my lungs, and the courage that I always had very little, now I don’t have even an iota of it in my body. I feel my whole body tense up, everything around me seems to have gone blurry, a desire to vomit rises in my throat and I hold my breath.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The video ends, everyone is silent, I know that all eyes are on me. The silence is broken by the sound of a loud slap filling the place.

“You are a whore!” my mother’s scream makes me cry even harder, I raise my hand to my face and sure enough it is red, it burns like hell, she has never hit me so hard.

“I can’t believe you did that, Aya!” you can feel the disappointment in my father’s voice. “I told you not to lie to me!” she accuses in a more controlled voice.

“Mo-mom, dad…” my voice comes out shaky from crying, “Let me explain, no… that’s not how it happened…”

“Shut up!” I was clear with you, Aya! You have shamed your whole family! You are a disgrace to the Millenis! Your existence…

“No, no, no…” I shake my head frantically in denial, getting punched in the stomach must hurt less than hearing that.

“You humiliated me, you humiliated your mother and your sister, you disgraced our name.”

“She is no longer my daughter!” my mother cuts him off and his speech hurts more than the slap that was given to me just a few moments ago.

“Mom, please…” I try to get closer, I can’t take being rejected like this.

“Don’t touch me!” my mother’s hands push me, I fall off my heels and fall on my ass on the floor.

“From this day on, you are no longer part of our family, we disown you! You slut!” I gave you the best of the best, and yet you didn’t think twice before lying and exposing us to public humiliation, throwing our name in the trash, you are nothing to us! And don’t even come home to my house, what you thought you had there isn’t yours, it was me and your mother who bought it, and we’re going to burn it, the only thing you’re going to take is the clothes on your body…

“She doesn’t even deserve that!”

“No, Mom, please …. Stop it! Stop it…”

No matter how much I ask, the hatred in my mother’s eyes cut through my skin like sharp knives. She pulls at the thin straps of my dress ripping them, I try to stop her, but I get another slap in my face. The screams give way to sobs, and as if on fire I feel the fabric being torn, my breasts are exposed and I try to cover them at all costs. The shame I feel is so great.

“You are not worth a plugged nickel, we raised you in the best way possible! We raised you with the best! But you’re a fifth-rate, scrotum-sucking slut, a….”

“Please stop…” even though my knees are shaking, I stand up while holding the rips to hide the nakedness of my breasts. “That’s not me, please believe me… I-I would never do anything to embarrass you like that…”

“The floor is your place! You filthy scum!” the push is stronger than the other. The contact of my forehead with the damaged floor of the court makes blood run down my forehead and the cut stings.

“Let’s go, we’ve wasted enough time in this shithole.”

“No please,” I hold my mother’s dress and she kicks my hand, my wrist throbbing.

Holding my mother’s shoulders, my parents turn their backs on me and disappear from my field of view. I feel everyone’s gaze burning my skin, crying blurs my vision, but I could guess whose arms were trying to hold me down.