“You look like your mom…”

“My…how?” what… no it can’t be she’s “She’s..”

“Dead… I know… but when I was little she used to take care of me. She was my sitter on weekdays…” Someone remembers my mother… I feel fucking sad because someone remembers my mother but I can’t… not nothing…

“Did I…. did I know you?”

“No… you lived mostly with your dad… you saw your mom on Saturday… I remember she used to talk about you all the time… until the accident… I know she died with your father… you guys were running away together away from here… at least that’s… that’s what my mother told me” She knows me… my mom… this is just… too much. I don’t like to talk with people about my past… I hate it… and I don’t like a bit more someone knowing more about my past than I do… I’m mad so I turn around to walk away not wanting to continue this conversation

“Are you sure you want in?” I hear her say and I stop. I turn around with tears in my eyes with a strait look. She looks at me. I don’t say nothing. She walks past me and I follow. We walk for 20 minutes without talking until she stops in front of a black limousine, she walks to the side of the limo and gets in. The door is still open waiting for me to get in… what the fuck right?

‘Risk everything, regret nothing’ my father used to say… Well pa’… I hope I don’t regret this.

I get in. And the two girls from the club are there in the front sits, Carmen to my right. They are looking at me except for Carmen who is looking out the window… she doesn’t look so happy about this.

“Shane… I’m Alice and this is Helena”

“Nice to meet you…” I look at Carmen again but she doesn’t look back”

“Now Shane… are you sure you want to do this?” Helena says with a British accent… I didn’t know people with that accent existed anymore.

“SHANE!… yes or now?” Alice asked

I look in to her eyes and she’s serious… risk everything? “YES” They both look at Carmen and smile but Carmen doesn’t look back…what the fuck is happening here? “Why are you smiling?”