“Oh you are so perceptive. Why not finish the tale for me.”

“You ran off to be with your mom and Carmen went to get you. She wouldn’t give up her life for you and  you both fought, maybe to the death, maybe not, she got close cut you…marked you…”

“Well close. We fought. And yes she did mark me. Maimed me so no one would ever want me again. Shall I tell you in great detail? It will leave an impression, it will change the way you view your beloved. She is your beloved isn’t she?”

“You speak in words to make me hate her. But if she killed my father and I still felt for her what makes you think your story will ruin her image in my head?”

“Fair enough. I must confess to feeling a blinding hatred when it comes to her.”

She got up all of a sudden and walked to her closet to find a robe to wear. I was in her bed. I was still feeling like I was not in time with her. I was feeling that the valiant speech I made to fix things and make things different was made by a person I no longer felt I was. I was thinking that Helena was bitter that Carmen didn’t love her not to kill her and I was thinking that she only wanted to fuck me to get back at Carmen as if she could give a damn. Either way I was intrigued by the aspect of her story.

Helena’s Story

“My story is a simple one. I won’t go on about the world as I knew it because I don’t remember much of it. I will go on to say that my family was well off and quite prepared for the world we live in today. I spent the better part of my young life just outside of the city of Nottingham. It’s in England in case you didn’t know.”

“I know where it is. Go on.”

“I learned to shoot and defend myself as it is the custom of these times. We where raided in our land and forced to separate. Mother and I managed to get away but father didn’t. And so we moved on and made haste to the United States who were bit by bit becoming not so united."