My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 3

Joana

Holy crap! How sore my body was. The doctors said I was lucky, but I don't know how lucky they were saying. I was run over, my head had a samba school and what I wanted most was to kill the son of a b***h who ran over me and the i***t son of a b***h who pushed me.

Thank God the tests I took didn't show any sequelae. Oh, how I want to go home, lie in my bed and watch TV.

It was a dream that I would certainly not realize today. At these times I wish I had my cell phone with me. I remember it was in my bag and how wonderful, it must have disappeared when it happened. I can't believe my bad luck. Today my day wasn't going very well. It started with my mother talking about my sister's wedding to Leonardo.

Did he ever love me like he often told me? I don't think so. He was mad at me for taking his clothes and throwing them in the trash when I discovered his betrayal.

It was actually funny. One fine Sunday my parents invited me to have lunch at their house and said they had something new to tell me. The i***t here was, without imagining that the news was that my w***e sister was having an affair with my boyfriend.

When I found out, I made a huge fuss and he, as always, defended himself by saying that I was proud, that he had finally found the person of his life.

But then you're wondering: what do you mean? Weren't you two dating? Exactly! The joke of the year was discovering that I was being cheated on by that son of a b***h, with my w***e sister, who at least should have known everything and didn't care.

— How could you do this to me? — I shouted, nervous, when I saw the ring on my sister's finger.

— Joana, my sister... Leonardo and I are in love and you have to leave him alone! — she screams too.

- Hey? Like this? Do I leave you alone? — I ask, shocked by the scene that was happening in front of me. I didn't know whether to cry or even laugh. Their nerve was immense.

— Yes, Léo always told me that you were chasing him. That wouldn't leave him alone! — says my crazy sister.

I look around and my parents look at me, shocked, as if we no longer know each other. I don't know what was going on, but I think I went crazy. I'm really crazy, I don't understand anything anymore. An hour ago I was engaged to Leonardo and now, at this exact moment, I was a stalker?

- A question. Since when have you been together? I ask, holding myself together.

— My sister, we've been together for some time! — my sister's cow says.

— And what time would that be? — I ask, shooting the two traitors.

- Now! From the moment you broke up with him, my dear sister.

- Wait! Have you been together since the day Leonardo and I fell out? — I ask, not wanting to hear a yes, but there was no need. The cow even agreed.

— Leonardo isn't going to say anything? Were you cheating on me with my sister? Did you know, darling, we were back together?

— Joana, you and I have nothing left.

What a cynic he is, holy s**t! How could I be with this man for a year?

— It's funny you say that, because I knew until this morning that I was still your fiancée.

— Joana, Leonardo and I decided to get married soon — she says.

- And even? Make good use of it — I let go before taking our mother's porcelain vase and slamming it against the wall, I was so angry.

— My vase — my mother screamed, horrified, when she saw what I had done.

— What's wrong with the vase? Is he more important than me? Oh, even better, you have a favorite daughter, right? Is she the most important? — My anger was so great that I was asking questions one after another.

—Stop the drama, Joana! — my mother says, nervously. - It's not so extreme. Accept that it's time for your sister to be happy.

- Hey? Happy? — She smiles, but soon I start crying and telling Leonardo that that doesn't make me love him. That we should be together. I begged and cried a lot.

I was finished, devastated. With the chaotic situation that was, I think I slept and woke up in a bigger nightmare.

— I really don't know how he put up with you for so long — the w***e said.

- Like this? How did he put up with me? Listen here, you slut, do you want to keep him? Well, you can feel free. Now I'm the one who doesn't want this i***t anymore — I say, wanting to kill one. — I never picked on him. I have always been the exemplary girlfriend! — I say nervously.

— You don't take care of yourself like I do! See that hot, skinny body, without any stretch marks or cellulite? You should have stayed that way. — She points to her body and continues speaking. — And not a fat one like that! —Point at me.

I tried, I swear I tried. But the next thing I knew, I approached her and slapped her on that bitchy face. I pulled her hair, scratched her, left a rag.

— You're going to pay me, you fat i***t — she screams, threatening me, and starts crying, being comforted by my parents and the asshole who, now yes, it's my ex.

— You haven't caught enough yet. It's done for me! Enough of this little Thursday show — I say and look at Leonardo, who was calming his new wife.

— Joana, look what you did — he says, angrily, showing me how scarred the slut's face was.

— I haven't done anything yet! Oh, and just so you know, you can buy all your new clothes because you'll need them.

I left with my head held high and knocked on the door of my parents' house, vowing never to go in there again. I got into my car and saw through the reviewer that I was a wreck.

I started the car, driving straight past the market where I buy Coca-Cola, chocolate and doritos, pay and head home.

I go to my room and the first thing I saw was a picture frame with our photo.

What do I do? I pick him up and slam him into the wall. I cry, scream and calm down. I leave the room and go back to the living room, turn on the TV and end up eating. It was like that all night.