Chapter 3.

You are a lesbian.

Everything was going well with Galilea, we were eating fried chicken in front of my father's company, a mobile phone company, when a call from him comes to my phone... 

I looked at Galilea smiling and she immediately knew what it was about and simply shook her head at me, however, I answered by asking him what he wanted, to which he said: I'm not bothered by the fact that you're a lesbian and that you have a relationship with my secretary, but please if you're going to be fucking do it in a hotel, not in my office when I'm not there, so please do me a favor and come back and clean your disgusting fluids off the carpet.

When I heard those words and Galilea, who had also heard them, was stunned and denied them. To which I simply winked at him and said: okay dad, I'll go to your office in a moment, but in the meantime I'm going to finish lunch, ¿do you want me to bring you something? 

I was asking him that question almost as if it were a double meaning, hoping he would say: yes, I need you to come and open your legs for me, however, I heard: bring me a soda and before I could answer the call had already hung up.

Was it really so bad to talk to me for him that since my mother died when I was 10 he insisted on finding me a stepmother so that I wouldn't feel the emotional emptiness of losing my mother.

However, no matter how many women came to the house, none of them pleased me, regardless of their color or ideology, they all seemed insufficient, none of them caught my attention at all, I always let him know it, but he still ignored me, it was like an internal humiliation that I felt; And when I found out that I was feeling these kinds of emotions for my father at 15, everything got worse, because the witch Megan arrived with her disgusting and perverse son who always tried to do something with a double meaning.

For a while they put me in a boarding school and we only saw each other for Christmas and sometimes he didn't even send me a letter to come home and I spent Christmas alone in the damn boarding school just because I don't like living with that hypocritical woman's family, but it's so unfair that she can be reciprocated while I drown in this internal sea of ​​emotions.

I really convinced myself for a long time that I didn't like him and that what I was feeling was simply the hormones of adolescence, but when I see him something inside me shudders and I know that it's wrong and that it's forbidden, but I like him and even though I try to hide it, I feel that everyone around me notices it and at the same time they turn a blind eye...

My nanny, who has taken care of me since my mother was alive, has never fully realized it, she always thinks it's because of some young boy or some famous singer...

And really, in order to express myself in that way in front of my father and my mother, I have to resort to lying and disguise the truth under the name of another person, any famous person, I can say that I like him, that he's beautiful and that I would love to live with him all his life.

I always hear the same response from my nanny, while my father ignores my love, it's that those boys they choose to sing and act really are of a privileged race that always come out so pretty on screen that even an old lady like me would fall in love with a boy like them, however, my dad's comment always comes up saying that most of them are homosexuals who have like 100 treatments on their bodies to look young and feminine so that women praise them... a real man would never resort to that type of work to be recognized.

Although I don't mind the way he talks about celebrities, it does bother me a little because he doesn't know exactly who I'm really referring to and I know he doesn't have cosmetic surgery or treatments or anything, his beauty is natural and masculine, but damn, it's always the same, the same answer or sometimes he just says: ¿why don't you notice men like Rony?

 He's a good boy, Megan has raised him well, I wouldn't mind you two dating, but ¿how can the man I love just tell me to notice that filth? ¿Does he have no compassion for what his words do to me that I simply have to say is that I like feminine men because I'm a lesbian?