um exagero da imaginação hiperativa de alguém, afinal eu era muito
preocupado com as lutas da vida real para perder tempo entretendo tais ridículos
fantasias meus dias eram preenchidos com responsabilidades de trabalho e o Implacável
busca pela sobrevivência, mas agora, depois de tudo que passei, eu sei
uma realidade melhor tem um jeito de superar até mesmo os contos mais arrepiantes que eu vi
foi a prova de que a verdade pode ser mais perturbadora, mais chocante e infinitamente
mais aterrorizante do que qualquer história que Hollywood poderia sonhar por muito tempo.
pensei que Christian era meu amigo, meu melhor amigo, mesmo que ele fosse a única pessoa com quem eu podia contar, a pessoa em quem eu confiava
acima de todos os outros, mas agora nem tenho certeza se o que tivemos pode ser chamado de
amizade em tudo depois de tudo que aconteceu depois dos segredos e traições
veio à tona, fiquei questionando tudo, inclusive meu próprio julgamento de como
eu poderia ter sido tão cego como pude me deixar confiar nele tão completamente
imagine isso são 3 da manhã meu telefone toca quebrando o silêncio de
a noite eu atendi grogue apenas para ouvir a voz de Diddy do outro lado da linha, ele está
chamando da prisão sua voz baixa e tensa não há explicação nenhuma pequena
fale apenas um único pedido enigmático caixas de pizza você sabe o que fazer eu mal tenho
hora de processar as palavras antes que a linha fique muda. Olho para Christian
que já está bem acordado sua expressão tão ilegível como sempre ele encontra meu olhar
e naquele momento não dito nós dois entendemos o que precisa ser feito sem
uma palavra nos levantamos pegamos o que precisamos e vamos para sua mansão o caminho é silencioso
a tensão espessa no ar quando finalmente chegamos à extensa propriedade
o tamanho dela é o suficiente para tirar meu fôlego a casa assoma na escuridão uma estrutura enorme que parece
mais como uma fortaleza do que um lar, todas as janelas estão escuras, exceto por um brilho fraco
vindo de um dos andares superiores quando saímos do carro e nos aproximamos das portas da frente um arrepio percorre minha espinha
o ar frio da noite morde minha pele, mas não é isso que me faz tremer, é o
a casa em si, sua presença avassaladora, sua quietude assustadora, algo sobre ela
parece errado, mas deixe-me voltar atrás, deixe-me contar como tudo começou. Eu sempre fui um
Sobrevivente desde o começo eu sabia o que significava lutar para sobreviver
cada pedaço de segurança e estabilidade Eu não nasci com riqueza ou privilégios
a família vivia de salário em salário, mal conseguindo sobreviver, aprendi quando era jovem
que os sonhos eram um luxo que outras pessoas podiam pagar, mas eu não.
minha vida era sobre sobrevivência, pura e simplesmente Los Angeles não era uma cidade de
Brilho e glamour eram uma tábua de salvação, uma chance de escapar da minha antiga vida e começar
quando cheguei em Los Angeles aceitei qualquer emprego que conseguisse encontrar para sobreviver esperei
tables at dingy diners cleaned houses for people who barely acknowledged my presence and spent hours handing out
flyers on busy street corners it wasn't glamorous but it paid the bills
one night during a rare break from work I found myself at a party it was one of those events where everyone seemed to
know everyone else except for me I was The Outsider hovering awkwardly by the
food table debating whether it was socially acceptable to grab another slice of pizza that's when Christian
appeared I didn't know who he was at the time to me he was just a handsome guy with an easy smile and a friendly
demeanor he walked over glanced at the pizza I was eyeing and said with a laugh
you know my dad's footing the bill for all this right take as much as you want his words caught me off guard but his
tone was warm disarming we started talking and within minutes I realized he
wasn't like the others at the party there was no arrogance no air of superiority he laughed at my jokes asked
about my life and even gave me his number I didn't expect much to come of it but a few days later he texted me and
asked me out for coffee Christian quickly became a central figure in my life he had this incredible
ability to brighten even my darkest days he was my ray of light the one person
who could make me laugh no matter what we spent countless hours together going to movies taking long drives along the
coast and talking about everything under the sun he wasn't just a friend to me he
was like the older brother I never had I trusted him implicitly believed in him
completely but all of that changed the day I visited his house for the first time the Mansion was unlike anything I'd
ever seen it was the kind of place you only read about in magazines or see in movies as I stood outside the gates
staring up at the massive structure I felt a strange mix of awe and unease the
security guard at the door barely acknowledged me as he opened the Towering front doors inside the house
was a palace of marble and gold every surface gleaming under the bright lights
but despite its beauty something about the place felt wrong there was a
heaviness in the air a sense of something hidden just beneath the surface as I wandered through the house
I passed a door that was slightly ajar out of the corner of my eye I saw a man in a suit quickly shut it his face was
unremarkable but his eyes lingered In My Memory they were the eyes of someone guarding a secret someone who didn't
want to be seen I asked Christian about it later but he brushed it off with a laugh oh just some of my dad's people
nothing to worry about but his tone didn't match his words I knew he was
lying that lie was the first crack in the foundation of our friendship one
night I stayed at Diddy's house later than usual Christian had stepped out for a while leaving me alone in the kitchen
as I sat there my eyes wandered to a door on the first floor that was slightly open curiosity got the better
of me and I decided to take a look what I found behind that door stopped me in my tracks I slipped into the narrow
Corridor that stretched beyond the slightly ajar door the air inside was different thicker heavier and stagnant
the walls were panel with dark wood their surfaces scratched and aged and the floor creaked under every hesitant
step I took I moved slowly my eyes darting around nervously half expecting
someone to stop me at any moment but the house was eerily quiet the kind of
Silence that made my skin crawl at the end of the corridor stood another door unlike the sleek and
Polished Interiors of the rest of the house this one was old massive and heavy
its dark wood was marked with deep grooves and the handle was tarnished almost rusted a sign hung crookedly on
its surface its bold letters reading authorized personnel only no
entry that warning should have been enough to make me turn back but instead an unrelenting curiosity pulled me
forward my hand trembled as I reached for the handle pausing for just a moment
before I pressed it down to my surprise the door creaked open without resistance
Beyond it was another Corridor but this one was entirely different the ceiling was lower almost suffocating and the dim
lights flickered weakly casting Eerie Shadows that danced along the narrow
walls the air here was colder carrying a faint metallic scent that made my
stomach churn every Instinct screamed at me to turn around and leave but
something about the oppressive atmosphere kept pulling me deeper my heart pounded in my chest as I took
cautious steps forward each one heavier than the last then I heard it a sound so
faint that at first I thought I was imagining it it was quiet but unmistakable the sound of crying a
child's cry I froze in place my breath hitching in my throat my first thought
was that it had to be a television or some kind of recording but the longer I
listened the more I realized how real it was it wasn't just any crying it was the
kind that pierced through you a raw and filled with pain my chest tightened and
my mind raced with possibilities who was crying and why unable to ignore I
followed the sound my steps were hesitant every Creek of the floor beneath me making my heart jump the
corridor seemed to stretch endlessly each Shadow a Potential Threat finally
the crying led me to another door this one was different again plain and made
of cold unyielding metal a small reinforced window was set into the top
half and I had to stand on my toes to peer inside what I saw made my blood run
cold inside the room were several children sitting on the floor in Eerie
silence some clutched their knees to their chests rocking back and forth
While others sat perfectly still their vacant eyes staring at nothing a few of
them were crying their small shoulders shaking with each SOB but none of them made a sound beyond that it was as if
they had been taught or forced not to the room was Stark with with no
furniture except for a few thin mats scattered across the cold floor a single
camera hung ominously from one corner its red light blinking unblinking A
Silent Witness to their suffering I couldn't breathe my chest felt tight and my head spun as Panic took hold of me my
first instinct was to run to get out of there as quickly as possible but my legs felt rooted to the spot all I could do
was back away slowly my eyes never leaving the small window what is this
place What's Happening Here the questions roared in my mind but before I
could make sense of anything I felt it a hand on my shoulder I whipped around my
heart nearly stopping in my chest standing there his face eerily calm was
Christian his expression was neutral but his eyes there was something in them I
had never seen before something cold and unyielding what are you doing here he
asked his voice steady but laced with a quiet tension that sent shivers down my spine i d my words faltered my mouth was
dry and my voice shook as I tried to explain myself what what is this place
who are those children his expression darkened and his grip on my shoulder tightened just enough to make me Flinch
you shouldn't be here he said his tone taking on a sharp edge this is my father's business it doesn't concern you
doesn't concern me I stammered my voice Rising with a mix of fear and anger Christian this isn't normal this is this
is illegal you can't tell me you don't see that he didn't answer right away instead he stared at me his jaw
tightening then in a voice barely above a whisper he said you don't understand
none of this is what it seems it's it's complicated complicated I repeated my
voice trembling there are children in there scared crying children what could
possibly justify this he didn't respond instead he grabbed my arm and began
pulling me back toward the main Corridor his grip was firm unrelenting and no
matter how much I struggled I couldn't break free Christian let me go I shouted
panic and frustration bubbling over this isn't right and you know it he stopped
abruptly turning to face me with an intensity that left me speechless you need to leave
he said his voice cold and final now forget what you saw for your own sake
before I could argue he dragged me back through the corridors and out into the main part of the house by the time we
reached the front door he had already let go of my arm but the icy grip of his words lingered he didn't say goodbye
didn't offer an explanation he just stood there as I stepped out into the night clutching my bag with Trembling
Hands the door closed behind me with a final echoing in thud I stood there on
the front steps the cold air biting at my skin as the weight of what I had seen
settled over me my heart raced my thoughts spiraling into chaos what had I
just uncovered and why did I have the sinking feeling that leaving that house didn't mean I was safe several weeks
passed I avoided Christian's calls and texts bearing the memory of that night as deep as I could I told myself I was
done with him with that house with everything it represented but then
something happened something that turned my fragile sense of safety upside down once more one evening as I was sitting
alone in my apartment my phone rang the number was unfamiliar I hesitated my
thumb hovering over the screen but eventually curiosity wenton out I answered and the moment I heard the
voice on the other end I felt the blood drain from my face it was Diddy I know
what you saw he said his voice calm but laced with an edge that sent chills down
my spine my grip on the phone faltered and I nearly dropped it and I know you've been keeping quiet I I didn't see
anything I stammered my voice trembling despite my desperate attempt to sound composed good he replied his tone sharp
and deliberate because if you do start talking he paused and I could hear the
sound of his steady breathing just remember what happens to people who don't know how to keep their mouths
shut the line went dead I stood there Frozen the phone still pressed against
my ear my hands were trembling so badly I had to set it down before it slipped
from my grip my mind raced replaying every word of that brief conversation
every threat hidden between the lines my heart pounded and a knot of fear settled
in my stomach for the next few days I couldn't sleep every shadow outside my
window every Creek in my apartment felt like a warning the sense of dread was
suffocating I thought about going to the police but what would I even tell them that a famous music mogul had called me
and made a vague threat without proof without details they'd probably laugh me
out of the station or Worse they'd believe me and still be powerless to help and just as I thought I might
finally be able to breathe again Christian re appeared in my life it was late at night close to midnight when I
heard a knock at my door the sound was soft but insistent cutting through the
Silence of my apartment I hesitated every Instinct telling me to ignore it
but the knocking continued more urgent this time against my better judgment I
looked through the peephole and saw him standing there his face partially obscured by the Shadows of the hallway
Christian I whispered to myself my chest tightening I opened the door just enough
to see him clearly but not enough for him to step inside he looked different
his usually confident demeanor was replaced by something I couldn't quite Place desperation fear we need to talk
he said his voice low and hurried talk I hissed after everything that happened
after what your father said to me my anger flared but Underneath It Was Fear
a fear I couldn't shake please he said his eyes pleading this is important I
need your help help I repeated incredulous you've got to be kidding me
why on Earth would I help you after what I saw after the way you treated me he
glanced over his shoulder as if making sure no one was watching then stepped closer it's about my father he said his
voice dropping to a whisper he has a job for us something big and I can't do it
alone I stared at him my mind reeling what kind of job he hesitated his jaw
tightening he didn't tell me everything he admitted just that it's sensitive
dangerous but he trusts us to get it done and you think I'd agree to this
after everything you don't understand he said his voice firm but edged with
urgency this isn't just about me or you if we don't do this things could get
worse for both of us I crossed my arms my anger boiling over why should I
believe anything you say you lied to me you dragged me into something I never wanted to be part of and now you expect
me to help you his eyes locked onto mine and for the first time I saw something
that gave me pause it wasn't just desperation It Was Fear real tangible
fear the code word he said quietly is pizza boxes I blinked confused pizza
boxes what the hell does that mean it's how he communicates instructions Christian explained when he says pizza
boxes it means something's going down something we can't refuse I shook my
head backing away from the door this is insane I muttered you're insane if you
think I'm going to get involved in this please he said again stepping into the
doorway before I could close it I know I've let you down I know I've lied but
this this is different if we don't do this we're both in danger I wanted to
slam the door in his face to tell him to leave and never come back but the look in his eyes stopped me for all the lies
and manipulation there was something raw in his expression something that made me
hesitate against my better judgment I stepped aside and let him in I stood in
the doorway holding the door with one hand as if trying to keep Christian at a distance his words sounded casual almost
mundane but the weight behind them was undeniable it was clear to me that
whatever he was talking about it was something far darker than he let on are you serious right now I said looking him
Square in the eye a code word pizza boxes what is that even supposed to mean
Christian nervously rubbed the back of his neck and for the first time I saw him differently vulnerable uh un ass
sure of himself he had always seemed so self assured but now that confidence was
gone replaced by a kind of raw unease I can't explain everything to you he said
his voice quiet but strained you just have to trust me this is important if I
don't do this things will only get worse worse for who I demanded for you for
your father what about the children I saw in that house what happens to them he closed his eyes eyes and exhaled
deeply his shoulders slumping as if the weight of my words was too much to bear
I can't talk about that he repeated his tone almost pleading but you're my only hope his words echoed in my head you're
my only hope I wanted to slam the door in his face to walk away and erase every
memory of him of that house of everything he dragged me into but something held me back if I go with you
I said slowly my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me will you
tell me the truth all of it he nodded though he wouldn't meet my eyes fine I
said knowing full well I might be making the biggest mistake of my life but if
this is illegal if you're lying to me again I won't stay quiet this time he
didn't respond and his silence was more telling than any words could have been
we arrived at the estate late that night the massive Gates opened automatically as they had before and the same sense of
unease washed over me the house loomed in the darkness like a shadow its size
and silence both oppressive and for boing Christian killed the engine and
turned to me are you sure about this he asked his voice barely audible I'm sure
about nothing I replied bluntly we stepped out of the car and made our way to the front doors the interior was as
cold and imposing as I remembered only a few dim lights illuminated the marble
floors casting long Eerie Shadows the silence was so complete it felt like
even the house itself was holding its breath follow me Christian said his tone
clipped and urgent I followed him each step feeling heavier than the last the
sound of my footsteps echoed in the vast empty space making me painfully aware of
how alone we were we descended the same staircase I had seen before heading
toward the corridor I'd vowed never to return to but this time it wasn't empty
a man in a black suit stood by the door where I had once seen the children his arms were crossed over his chest and his
Stern face gave nothing away she's with me Christian said his voice steady the
man nodded and stepped aside allowing us to pass my heart pounded so loudly I was
sure everyone could hear it we entered the room and the sight before me made my stomach twist in the center
of the room was a large table covered with papers maps and Strang looking devices on one of the screens mounted on
the wall I saw what appeared to be live footage of underground tunnels stretching far beyond the boundaries of
the estate what is this I whispered unable to tear my eyes away from the
screen this Christian started but his voice faltered this is part of what my
father Left Behind tunnels I asked my voice Rising slightly what are they for
what are you doing with them he didn't answer instead he walked over to the table and began rifling through the
papers his movements quick and frantic where are they he asked the man in the suit who had followed us into the room
in the room with the keypad lock the man replied Christian nodded and turned back to me we need to go there he said why am
I here I demanded why did you bring me into this because I can't do this alone
he said his voice raw with emotion I need your help to uncover the truth the
truth about what his eyes locked onto mine and for the first time I saw the depth of his fear he leaned in close his
voice dropping to a whisper the truth about what my father left us and how it
could destroy everything I stood staring at Christian trying to understand what
he meant his words felt like they came from an entirely different reality one
that frightened me with its shadows and unknowns destroy what I asked though
honestly I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer he glanced at the man in the suit who left the room leaving us alone
Christian stepped closer to me his voice dropping to a near whisper there are things my father did things I had no
idea about when he was arrested I thought it was the end but it turned out to be just the beginning he left traces
code words disguised messages places like this are you saying you knew
nothing about it my words came out almost like an accusation I knew my father wasn't a simple man Christian
said his voice trembling but what I found what he left behind isn't just
business it's a Darkness you can't imagine then why are you still involved why are you even here his gaze grew
heavy as if he was weighing all the the possible outcomes because I'm scared if
this falls into the wrong hands it could be even worse I didn't know what to say
my heart was pounding so loudly that it felt like I could hear it in my ears I didn't trust Christian but at the same
time something in his words rang true his fear was real fine I finally said
but I want to know everything everything you know he nodded but I could see he wasn't ready to reveal all his cards
just yet we walked down a long underground Corridor lit by dim lamps the air was
even staler here and with every step my anxiety grew strange markings lined the
walls symbols I didn't understand what is this place I asked glancing at the
dark side passages branching off underground tunnels Christian replied
they've been here long before my father bought the estate and what did he do with them Christian didn't answer only
quickened his Pace I followed him trying not to panic though each step made me
feel more uneasy finally we reached a door with a keypad lock Christian pulled a small
slip of paper from his pocket and entered a code the door hissed open and we stepped inside the room was nothing
like I had imagined it was spacious with metall lined walls and several tables
covered in equipment in the center stood a cabinet resembling a safe and nearby
was another table stacked with boxes pizza boxes what is this I asked
pointing to the boxes Christian walked over and removed the top box inside were
papers photographs and some flash drives this is evidence he said without even
looking at me evidence evidence of what evidence of what my father did and who
was involved he opened one of the folders and pulled out a photograph I moved closer to see what it showed and
my stomach Twisted in horror it was a politician I recognized from the news
caught in a situation that was definitely not meant for public eyes is this blackmail I asked it's more than
blackmail Christian replied it's control my hands started shaking what I was
seeing was bigger than just the personal sins of one man it was something
far-reaching something terrifying and what are you going to do with it Christian looked up and met my eyes I
don't know Christian sighed ran a hand through his hair and sat down on a chair by the table he looked exhausted as if
the weight of this moment was too much for him to Bear listen he began after a
long pause this wasn't my idea it's my father's order an order I felt my fear
mix with anger are you kidding he's in prison Christian his words mean nothing
they mean everything to me he suddenly raised his voice but quickly calmed down he's still my father no matter how
horrible that sounds and he he knows what he's doing knows what he's doing I
stared at him as if he had just said the most absurd thing in the world he's
demanding you destroy evidence of his crimes and you call that knowing what he's doing you don't understand
Christian stood his face grave and somber if these papers and files fall
into someone else's hands everything we know everything my father touched will be destroyed all the people all the
connections the entire system he spent years building so you're saying you want
to protect it protect this system it's not that simple he replied but I noticed
his voice faltered my father said the house has to go up for sale it's almost
done but if something goes wrong what do you mean if something goes wrong I
interrupt he fell silent as if afraid to continue if something goes wrong I have to burn
the house he said quietly staring at his hands I felt something freeze inside me
you can't be serious I whispered my voice barely working burn the house have
you lost your mind it's it's a last resort he said not low Christian worked
silently pulling out pizza boxes and arranging them on the table I watched as
he set them up as if trying to piece together a puzzle each box contained a fragment of a horrifying story
photographs documents flash drives what I saw in one box was enough to make me
nauseous and imagining how much more lay hidden was nearly unbearable are you
sure all of this needs to be destroyed I asked searching for any argument that might dissuade him maybe these pieces of
evidence could expose everything your father did maybe it could lead to Justice Christian stopped and slowly
looked up at me his gaze was so heavy that I wanted to look away but I forced
myself to hold it justice he repeated with a bitter laugh you think Justice
exists in this world I don't know I answered honestly but I do know that if
all this disappears no one will ever know the truth he tilted his head and fell silent clearly wrestling with
himself his face expressed a mixture of Despair anger and fear you see he began
after a long pause these documents aren't just evidence they're Keats they
show how the entire system works who my father controlled who conspired with him who benefited but if this falls into the
wrong hands they won't use it to stop the evil they'll use it to become its
new Masters but you could take this to the police to journalists the police journalists he
interrupted almost shouting you're naive if you think that would help the police are part of this system so are the
journalists it's all a cursed wheel that keeps turning no matter who's in it I had no response his words rang true yet
I couldn't shake the feeling that burning everything would leave the world in an even darker place my father told
me to do two things he suddenly said turning back to the boxes first destroy
all this evidence second put the house up for sale and you're just going to do
it just like that if something goes wrong with the sail if someone starts
digging deeper than they should or or wants to uncover more then I'll burn
this house down that's Madness Christian you're talking about a crime he lifted
his gaze to me and spoke quietly almost in a whisper this isn't just a house
it's a rotten core it has to disappear once and for all a wave of panic washed
over me this wasn't right none of this was right and it made my head spin fine
I said hoping to buy time but if you want my help you need to trust me tell
me everything I want to know every detail Christian hesitated then nodded
fine he said but you won't like what you hear we sat in the living room which he
had almost completely sealed off to ensure no one outside could overhear us
he brought out a few papers and photographs that he seemed afraid to even look at it all started when my
father built these tunnels he began I was just a kid then and I thought it was
some kind of security project to avoid journalists or fans but it wasn't for
that I asked trying to keep my voice steady no he replied it was for things
no one was supposed to see he handed me one of the photographs I looked at it
and felt my throat tighten the photo showed a similar underground corridor but its walls were stained with dark
marks that looked like blood that's one of the rooms in the tunnels he said I
found it myself after his arrest what was in it things you don't want to see
he showed me more photos and with each one I felt worse stashes of illegal Goods underground rooms with metal
tables and chains massive refrigerators that clearly held more than just food
this should have been stopped back when it All Began he said but no one did and now it's all here he fell silent looking
at me as if waiting for me to say something sensible but I couldn't find any words what now I finally asked
Christian looked at me and in his eyes I saw nothing but despair now we burn it
we descended into the tunnel late at night Christian insisted that we'd do it at this hour when no one could see or
hear us he carried a large box filled with papers flash drives and even a few
pieces of clothing that to my horror had stains resembling blood the tunnels were
silent Disturbed only by the sound of our footsteps I felt a chill seep into
my skin and it wasn't just from the cold air this place red of fear hatred and
death Christian opened one of the rooms it was a small concrete space with no
windows equipped with a ventilation pipe that led somewhere above in the corner stood a metal drum the kind used for
burning trash we'll do it here he said curtly as if afraid that saying more
would somehow break something he pulled out a lighter and a bottle of alcohol he had brought along I
stood aside leaning against the cold concrete wall watching as he tossed documents into the drum one by one every
sheet of paper every flash drive every piece of clothing went up in Flames
smoke quickly filled the room making me cough but Christian paid no attention he
worked quickly and silently his face tense and His Hands trembling is that everything I asked
when the last document burned to Ash he shook his head not yet from the box he
pulled out a piece of clothing I hadn't noticed before it was a man's shirt completely stained with dark spots that
didn't need close inspection to recognize his blood whose clothes are those I asked feeling my stomach
churn Christian didn't answer he simply threw the shirt into the drum and set it a light the Flames roared higher and the
stench of burning fabric became unbearable when everything was reduced to Ash he closed the drums lid as if
trying to seal away what we had just done now is that everything I asked again hoping this was the end not but he
shook his head once more there are more rooms he said turning to face me his
voice was calm but I could see the anxiety he was trying to mask but they
they're not important right now we'll come back to them later come back later are you serious I nearly shouted why not
just finish it all now because I don't know what's in there he snapped and I'm not ready to see it yet his words made
me hold my breath what could possibly be down there that even he was afraid to face this place needs to be destroyed I
whispered looking at the walls that seemed to close in around me burn it all the tunnels the rooms everything
and it will be he said meeting my gaze directly but not now his words sounded
like a promise but I could see the fear and doubt battling within him I knew
this was only the beginning we left the room and made our way back through the tunnels I couldn't stop thinking about
the doors we had left unopened the secret still hidden in the darkness when
we surfaced Christian suddenly stopped and looked at me we never never speak of this again he said quietly but his words
felt like a sentence I nodded silently though I knew I could never forget that
noite e eu sabia que ele também não faria isso desde o momento em que saímos dos túneis. Christian começou a me evitar no começo, pensei que
era porque ele estava cansado ou sobrecarregado, mas com o tempo sua evitação se tornou
cada vez mais óbvio que ele não atendia ligações, não respondia mensagens todas as vezes
toda vez que tentei entrar em contato, tudo o que obtive foram respostas curtas ou nenhuma reação.
comecei a sentir como se eu não existisse mais para ele e isso doeu profundamente depois de alguns
semanas depois ele ligou oi ele disse sua voz estranhamente calma eu não quero você
envolvido nisso já foi longe demais e eu não quero que você se machuque por minha causa
Senti meu coração palpitar no peito o que ele quis dizer Christian você perdeu a cabeça eu respondi tentando manter a calma o que
você está falando sobre o que estou prestes a fazer? algo importante, algo que não poderia ser evitado e vai acontecer.
acontecer logo o fogo ele fez uma pausa como se me desse tempo para processar suas palavras e
tudo vai ficar como deveria ser não se preocupe comigo ok você não deveria
entre em contato comigo mais senti meu coração disparar ainda mais rápido não entendo
Cristão, o que você quer dizer com "não posso deixar isso passar", você não pode evitar, a voz dele estava
calmo, mas havia uma determinação dolorosa nisso, apenas tome cuidado para não se envolver nisso
confie em mim e então ele desligou, foi a última vez que ouvi falar dele desde então, tentei
para seguir em frente, mas não consigo me livrar daquele telefonema quando os incêndios começaram em Los Angeles. Lembrei-me de suas palavras, a cidade
estava envolto em chamas e estava claro que não eram apenas acidentes. Cada incêndio
espalhou-se muito rapidamente como se alguém tivesse incendiado os edifícios deliberadamente
em meio a todos esses eventos, comecei a sentir uma conexão terrível com o que havia vivenciado e quando vi os incêndios florestais
furiosa pela cidade minhas suspeitas só foram confirmadas fiquei com medo
Chamas, os fogos, como tudo aconteceu tão rápido que parecia impossível, era um
coincidência, temo que Diddy e seu povo possam estar por trás desse pesadelo, talvez seja assim que eles lidam com isso
que sabem muito e eu sei muito o que eu faço agora como eu vivo com o que
Eu sei como continuar quando cada incêndio que vejo me lembra o que sobrou depois
aquela visita aterrorizante aos túneis como posso deixar tudo para trás quando Diddy e Christian ainda podem estar lá fora
me observando e se eu me tornei parte de algo que não posso controlar, não sei o que fazer a seguir, tudo o que posso fazer é tentar
para manter minha sanidade, ficando o mais longe possível dessas pessoas e seus negócios obscuros, mas não tenho certeza se posso
fique seguro, não quando esses incêndios já se tornaram parte da minha realidade e talvez isso seja apenas o começo
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