TURN ON THE GAS AND LET IT FLOW

I woke up at home. The stinking smell of the alcohol on me arouse a deep repugnance to me; I was beaten up for the remorse.

The sunlight penetrated from the window was hurting my eyes, so I stood up and avoided it all the time while I was moving around my house. It was almost four o’clock and I had to work in the bar, so I took a shower and I wore the same usual clothes─a black t-shirt, jeans, black boots and a leather jacker with a colorful dragon on the backside.

I began my way down to work with the worst hangover and paranoia ever. It wasn’t neither my mind nor my body but I felt I’d done something wrong and somehow, I must be punished. I tried to calm me down saying nonsense stuff like I didn’t trigger the gun or it was something I couldn’t stop. Is it as bad to steal a horse as it is to stand by and look on?

Without previos warning, traffic cops were following me and my blood got frozen when one of them signed to me to stop. Since I didn’t have choice, I stopped at the roadside and by then, two cops got off the car.

“What’s the matter officer?” I asked pretending to be confident enough.

“I don’t know kiddo, you better tell me,” the officer replied─a brunnette man of 5 ft 2” height and a tolerable appearance.

“Judging by that colorful dragon on the backside of your jacket, I suppose you’re member of… how do those jerks call themselves? The dragons?” his other fellow officer mentioned─he was indeed taller than the other was but his skin was pale; he had a big nose and an unrivaled arrogance. “Anyways, get off; we’re gonna check on you.”

I was still sweating cold because the sole idea of those cops knowing what had happened in the dock was still in my head. No matter how, I had to keep looking confident.

“Uhm, it seems you’re carrying out weed kiddo, this means problems.”

It didn’t take too long to break free from one of the cop’s arms because I was still a stronger guy of 6 ft height, so I just smashed my head into his face.

“Ok, let’s stop playing lads, how much do you want?” I asked.

“You fucking smart poof, the fee for your group to proctect this place from the problems is five hundred the month. If there’s anything bugging them, we get rid of it.

I stared at both of them for a few seconds and took out all the money of my wallet, so they could uncuff me.

Finally, I got back on track. I took a long gulp of air and calmed me down because no how gross it was, it felt good to know that the cops were also a shit both here and Latin America.

After a long time riding on the same road, I finally reached the bar but I wasn’t aware of what was going on. I’d felt all day as if the world was judging me.

I kept bartending while I let the time go by forgetting about everything. Everything was dead and lifeless to me.

“So you’ll tell me when you’re ready for another job?” Cholesterol asked.

The world around me stopped whilst I was only watching it with that feeling of knowing that any of the answers I’d give were wrong and after that, I didn’t think at all.

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” I replied.

I’m fully aware I could’ve said no and maybe, with some luck, I could’ve been fred from that shitty circle in which the only thing that mattered was who of all those you betrayed will eventually kill you. Anyways, what can I say? Those little moments in which you’re not thinking about anything end up being the ones that determine the course of your life.

Cholesterol stood up and we both shook hands. I never imagined I was sealing my destiny, in that night I shook my hand with the devil.

I was glad when I finally saw him dissapear among all the clients of the bar because the sight of him made me remember the boy’s death.

“I’m a bad person,” I muttered to myself and kept working.

That night while I was coming back home, I exploded. The pressure I felt was too much to hold on, so I only speeded up, screamed and kept speeding up with the hope of being run over.

I arrived at my appartment and grabbed my gun with the firm decision to murder someone. I put it into my mouth while crying and swallowing huge gulps of alcohol to grab courage but something stopped me. It was my telephone ringing for an incoming call.

“Hi,” I said trying to sound normal.

“Ariel, please come home,” Carmen begged me sobbing while I heard some punches and screams in the background. “He left the hospital and want to hurt us, ARIEL PLEASE HELP!” she yelled as the punches were getting louder.

I ran out of my appartment and rode at full speed along the highway skipping all the traffic lights and breaking the traffic lights as though it were a game.

As I was getting closer to Carmen’s house, the louder the riot was.

“Get outta there you fucking slut, mother fucker; I’m gonna teach you how to fucking get the legs of a whore broken,” her exboyfriend yelled whilst slamming and hitting the door.

I ran up to him with a huge desire to take the anger out of me on his body. I got him out of the floor only to feel the way his back hit the concret spreding a horrible pain on him. I started to hit him on the floor and felt how my fists were crashing on his face. I grabbed his head to smash it on the floor until I felt Carmen’s hand pulling me back, attempting to get me away from that jerk. I was still yelling and fighting to take those repressed emotions and stress out of me.