The so-called inevitable
Lupita Rios Mayorga
The little red light started flashing before sounding the siren, a sound that always startled Beatrice. As he felt the light through his eyes closed, his corazón quería correr, salir del pecho antes de que sus pies lo hicieran. La señal había desatado la orden y en cuanto se recuperó del sueño hondo e hipnótico se preparó para cumplir la misión.
La angustia crecía pues no sabía de qué forma complacería a la Bestia. Apenas recordaba cuándo fue la primera vez que buscó llevarle frutos del bosque y flores, todo lo que estaba a su alcance. Su madre le aconsejó que debía atender el llamado cada vez que sonara la sirena, de otra forma la Bestia —un ser violento y cruel— vendría a su cama para golpearla hasta la muerte. Dijo su madre que la Bestia podría arrancarle brazos y piernas, como si arrancara un muslo the small body of a chicken. She lived terrified by this warning and day and night was attentive to the red light. Continued combing half, half dressed and went on tiptoe and quiet, not wanting to wake her mother or siblings.
sought, as he always did, take different routes to the Beast a food that would satisfy him, he had learned to hunt rabbits, snakes, even larger animals such as foxes. He had learned to climb trees and cut large fruits such as apples, pears, mandarins, all that would allow her little hands reach.
tenderly placed in your cart, hunting prey and fruits wood, soft stone textures and bright colors, to try to appease the fury of the Beast. This, the always got impatient. He claimed his tardiness and had little ability to indulge their whims. Beatriz smiled, a smile born of deep fears that Beast would do the same as always ...
The Beast reviewed, as usual, the basket decorated with ribbons and white flowers and clouds. Devoured everything without tasting, not knowing if he ate a chicken neck or a cluster of grapes, or perhaps a pumice stone. There was no difference. When the basket was empty, the Beast looked at Beatrice and he snapped defiantly angry the same phrase over and over again: "When you give me something to me!? "When to bring a food fit for a prince and not old leftovers?!
Beatriz began to mourn because he knew what was coming after her claim. The Beast took her hair, knocked down and dragged to his chamber, there, he broke his face slapped and whipped with a cowhide whip blue which left her in the back bloodlines that ached from weeks to that healed based poultices of hot water and salt. The Beast threatened to beat up more if it was trying to bring more elaborate and tasty dishes. Let her go out the back door, in the deep silence of the night, the small cast down by the pain of coming home crushed blood as fast as his legs could carry him sore.
Upon returning home, Beatrice entered the same way he had gone out quietly without disturbing anyone. I embarrassed a lot to his family found out he had surrendered to the Beast and once again had failed to please.
On his deathbed, Beatriz waited a couple of hours for the sun appeared and so begin the work that his mother required him to deliver at home. She knew about the beatings he gives him the Beast, and was silent. Against the Giant knew anyone could and it was better to be made complicit of silence. Beatriz
eighteen years it seemed as an older woman, her busy life she added rows of unresolved grief, and the constant fear that haunted him day and night skin tinged with gray. Nobody knew a smile but no one dared to fight against her attacker. She was alone in this struggle that seemed would never end.
On the night of July 12, Beatriz was quiet for more than three months ago had not sounded the alarm of the Beast, but he also knew that the more time passed, the call was coming imminently red light. Enjoyed a short break he had finished his work and decided to take a stroll under the moonlight of summer and breathe the fresh air coming Gualda River.
Fireflies, it seemed to Beatrice small clouds were lit and the wind moved the trees like little ballerinas green. In the distance I could see the lights that gave off the windows of a neighboring village. He thought it would be nice, though bold, to go there and never come back to know anything of the Beast, or the red light or his mother, who did not understand the pain I went through and who insisted on obeying, or would kill you ...
fingers crossed and eyes, asking to themselves by that time only could enjoy the peace that night gave her. Plucked an apple, the kind that led him to his cruel executioners and ate slowly, he imagined that instead of biting the fruit, bit of the huge, round moon. He then plans ... He would run away from home, the people would light up like fireflies and live there away from the Beast. "Surely, he thought, then I can work as a waitress and live in a small house, where he is alone, far from it" ...
Peace, so strange to Beatrice, and the dream of home away forever made him fall in a delicious torpor without resistance, she and tired of the fight, he fell asleep. Was lulled by the song of crickets and wind as the moon in his mouth melted in tiny particles of light.
The cold in the morning she was awakened, his smile had turned a little purple and closed under pressure. It took a few seconds to remember where everything was and what he was doing there. He ran home, surely no one was up yet, with luck, or the red light would have lit. Could not have been on, otherwise the beast and would have quartered. Revised its hands: the fingers were all there. Revised its legs, the two in place, touched his torso, back and not feel a single drop of blood. Surely light was off.
window of his room was covered with thick, opaque curtain and could not know if there was a red light inside, the house lights were off. He ran to his room, knew there was no red light. With a shock noted that the light was off but the siren had been exhausted and where there was a loud beep was now only a weak echo. Her eyes widened shadows searching in every corner of the Beast. There was nothing. I was lost, not knowing whether to flee or stay there. He turned off the alarm and checked the outbreak, had melted from excess heat. That meant the Beast had called him early and she was in danger. But she was alive, no scratches or bruises on his face. Maybe it meant something ... maybe your mother was wrong.
thought it was worth no more worthwhile to keep fighting against a monster that bend, raped her and cut her life in pieces and bruise. He took his bag, shook it, caressed it because I knew there was freedom. He recalled that he had spent the night watching the lights of the neighboring village and he knew what he should do.
opened the suitcase and pulled out of there a new hot spot and a charge of battery for the siren. Installed them and made sure that will work. He put the bag in place and pulling the wet clothes got naked in her bed warm and dry. I was ready to wait for the next call of the siren and not go to her anymore. His mother ordered him from the kitchen to cook breakfast. Beatriz thought that if I could do a first night, the rest would be easy. The mother's voice gradually exhausted as the siren.
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