He walked slowly as if his steps carried a great weight, wearing more and more the soles of his old shoes, when the night painted the city black and the road home became darker and darker, Andres was tired, returning home after finishing his day's work, on the ground the long shadow of someone coming behind him silently could look and although this made him a little nervous, he decided not to pay attention, it was a busy place and it was probably someone returning home from work like him.
The road was long and with very little illumination, so no matter how hard he tried he could not see the face of that mysterious person, this was strange, at that hour he usually found very few people when entering his neighborhood, so a little scared he decided to walk faster, but his muscles numb and sore from the strong exercise of the morning did not allow it, this began to despair Andres who perceived that person closer and closer.
Desperation began to take over Andres, he was afraid and his body did not respond as he wished. Suddenly he felt on his man a strong blow and the warm hand of a tall and corpulent man, Andres could not believe it, it was his father.
— Hello Andres, it's been a long time, I'm happy to see you again. — said Andres' father.
Andres felt helpless just like when he was a little boy, it had been a long time since he had seen his father and after a long time he was starting to feel safe, getting to have a normal life with his mother.
Caminaba lento como si sus pasos llevaran un gran peso, gastando cada vez más las suelas de sus viejos zapatos, cuando la noche pinto la ciudad de negro y el camino a casa se volvió cada vez más oscuro, Andrés estaba cansado, volviendo a casa al terminar su jornada de trabajo, en el suelo la alargada sombra de alguien que venía detrás de silenciosamente pudo mirar y aunque esto lo puso un poco nervioso, decidió no hacerle caso, era un lugar concurrido y probablemente se trataba de alguien volviendo a casa del trabajo como el.
El camino era largo y con muy poca iluminación, así que por más que lo intentó no pudo lograr ver el rostro de aquella misteriosa persona, esto era extraño, a esas horas solía encontrarse con muy poca gente al entrar a su barrio, por lo que un poco asustado decidió caminar más rápido, pero sus músculos adormecidos y adoloridos por el fuerte ejercicio de la mañana no se lo permitian, esto comenzó a desesperar a Andrés quien percibía a aquella persona cada vez más cerca.
La desesperación comenzó a apoderarse de Andrés, tenía miedo y su cuerpo no respondía como desea. De pronto sintió en su hombre un fuerte golpe y la mano tibia de un hombre bastante alto y corpulento, Andrés no lo podía creer, era su padre.
— Hola Andrés, cuanto tiempo, estoy feliz de verte de nuevo. — dijo el padre de Andrés.
Andrés se sintió indefenso tal y como cuando era un niño pequeño, hacía mucho tiempo que no veía a su padre y después de mucho tiempo se comenzaba a sentir a salvo, consiguiendo tener una vida normal con su madre.
Years ago, 9 years ago to be exact, Andres tired of the beatings that his father gave him and his mother, took courage and taking a board with which they held the door of his room, decided with all his strength to hit his head, while he was on top of his mother hanging her. Andres was a weak teenager and quite short for his age, but the rage contained for so many years gave him the strength to defend his mother.
His father fell fainted due to the strong blow and Andres helped his mother to stand up to flee from that place, they called the police and ran to the first police station they got to feel safe, this brave act, made that after many years of abuse, they were finally free and his father, was put where he should be for a long time: prison.
For many years, Andres and his mother had worked hard to erase some of the physical and emotional scars of his father's abuse, and time had begun to fade the bad memories of his former life. But now, the appearance of his father again had turned Andres into the wimpy kid he was years ago.
Años atrás, 9 años para ser exactos, Andrés cansado de las golpizas que su padre le daba a él y a su madre, se armó de valor y tomando una tabla con la que sostenían la puerta de su habitación, decidió con todas sus fuerzas golpear su cabeza, mientras este estaba sobre su madre ahorcandola. Andrés era un adolescente debilucho y bastante bajo para su edad, pero la rabia contenida durante tantos años le dieron las fuerzas para defender a su mamá.
Su padre cayó desmayado debido al fuerte golpe y Andrés ayudó a su madre a ponerse de pie para huir de ese lugar, llamaron a la policía y corrieron a la primera comisaría que consiguieron para poder sentirse seguros, este valiente acto, hizo que después de muchos años de abuso, ellos por fin estuvieran libres y su padre, fuera puesto donde debía estar desde hacía mucho tiempo: prisión.
Durante muchos años, Andrés y su madre se esforzaron mucho para borrar algunas cicatrices físicas y emocionales del abuso de su padre y el tiempo, había comenzado a alviar los malos recuerdos de su anterior vida. Pero ahora, la aparición de su padre de nuevo, había convertido a Andrés en aquel chico debilucho que era hace años.
Andres trying to keep his posture, after seeing his father next to him, took his father's hand off his shoulder and looking him straight in the eyes said:
- You have no business here, I am no longer a child, if you try to come near me I will beat you. - Andres said, taking courage.
His father let out a small laugh, which was drawn on his face, for him, he was still that weak child whom he pushed away with just a push, he was his son, his blood and he had betrayed him by sending him to a place where he lived a nightmare, a place where he played the role of victim, he wanted to take revenge for what both Andres and his wife had done to him, by abandoning him.
Andres, he could see in his father's face what would happen, this time, he was alone and he had provoked his father, he would kill him without thinking twice. And as he looked at the lifeless look of his father, he felt the first punch in the stomach, and fell to his knees on the sidewalk, trying to breathe, after that he felt one blow after another, resigned and unable to move, but relieved that his mother was safe at home without being able to see what was happening.
As he was being beaten, memories of his childhood began to appear one after another, no pleasant memories, in all of them he ended up in sleep aching in every way, but inside his unconscious, he came back to reality, he had trained for years for this and would not allow his memories to weaken him, he stood up and held his father's hands, performing a headlock that rendered him immobile.
Although he wanted him to feel what he felt as a child and wanted to beat him, Andrew did not want to be like him, he did not want to be a violent man like his father, that would surely make him proud, so as he held him, he called the police again, this time, he could not get out of jail by paying money as he had done, this time he would pay for much longer, but more importantly, Andrew had become a man, with the physical strength to protect himself and his mother.
Andres intentando mantener la postura, luego de ver a su padre junto a él, quito la mano de su padre de su hombro y mirándolo fijamente a los ojos le dijo:
— No tienes nada que hacer aquí, ya no soy un niño, si tratas de acercarte a mí te golpearé. — dijo Andrés armandose de valor.
Su padre soltó una pequeña risa, que se dibujó en su rostro, para el, seguía siendo aquel niño débil a quien apartaba con tan sólo un empujón, era su hijo, su sangre y lo había traicionado mandándole a un lugar en el que vivió una pesadilla, un lugar en el que el hizo el papel de víctima, quería vengarse de lo que tanto Andrés como su esposa le habían hecho, al abandonarlo.
Andrés, podía ver en el rostro de su padre lo que ocurriría, esta vez, estaba solo y había provocado a su padre, el lo mataría sin pensarlo dos veces. Y mientras miraba la mirada sin vida de su padre, sintió el primer puñetazo en el estómago, y calló de rodilla en la acera, tratando de respirar, después de eso sintió un golpe tras otro, resignado y sin poder moverse, pero aliviado de que su madre estuviera a salvo en casa sin poder ver lo que estaba ocurriendo.
Mientras estaba siendo golpeado, los recuerdos de su infancia comenzaron a aparecer uno tras otro, ningún recuerdo agradable, en todos ellos acababa en el sueño adolorido en todos los sentidos, pero dentro de su inconsciente, volvió a la realidad, había entrenado durante años para esto y no permitiría que sus recuerdos lo debilitaron, se levantó y sostuvo las manos de su padre, realizando una llave que lo dejó inmóvil.
Aunque quería que sintiera lo que él sintió de niño y quería golpearlo, Andrés no quería ser como él, no quería ser un hombre violento como su padre, eso seguro lo haría sentir orgulloso, así que mientras lo sostenía, llamó de nuevo a la policía, está vez, no podría salir de la cárcel pagando dinero como lo había hecho, esta vez pagaría durante mucho más tiempo, pero más importante aún, Andrés se había convertido en un hombre, con las fuerzas físicas necesarias para protegerse a él mismo y a su madre.
