And Marta, there in her room, looking out the window as the rain fell. She felt that this city was too small for her, and she wanted everyone to know: What do you have, Martita?
He took his faded and wrinkled coat, put on his shoes, made a bun in his hair and opened the door. Where are you going Martita? I am already solving what we will eat, do not worry, daughter, "exclaimed Clara, from that lonely kitchen.
She walked away as if someone was waiting for her. Her feet took her to the terminal station, she sat watching the people move away from the place that oppressed her and saddened her so much.
He was about to turn 17 and since he had memory his dad was always on the couch, with a bottle in his arms. His mother worked and what little he got cleaning houses was to eat. Now he had to work harder since Miguelito had arrived.
Martita was always sad, every time a smile wanted to appear on her face, she was quickly snatched away and nobody knew why. One day while it was raining and watching the little snowflakes fall, his father drunk and asleep in the armchair, and his mother away from home working. He took a backpack, two torn jeans he had, his coat, and a couple of T-shirts.
So Martita came out, driven by desire, in a hurry, ran and ran as if the hungry dogs wanted to catch her. He arrived at the train station and bought a ticket to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. He got on the train. And he curled up, letting go of a tear and wishing to forget.
His grandfather had given him on his last birthday some money he had hidden in a pair of old tennis shoes, so his father would not take it off.
What did I want to forget? Those memories of his father, abusive, aggressive, drunk who had done him so much harm and nobody else knew. His mother was never at home, and she spent a lot of time with him. Frank, beat and abused Martita several times. Since I was 13 years old.
Martita saw everything in slow motion. How his life was tearing apart, as he moved away from that town leaving behind so many memories that came quickly to say goodbye to his mind. She fell asleep for a few hours, but she felt someone touch her shoulder, and hurriedly, she jumped and opened her eyes, almond color.
Miss, we have arrived, "said his seatmate. You have to go down.
She took her backpack and hugged it with all her strength, those buildings shining with beautiful crystals and very tall dazzled her. I still had a little money, kept in one of the shoes. He had walked for hours, his soul was calmer and he had already been hungry, he had not eaten for many hours.
When crossing the street he realized that there was a very nice cafeteria. Good morning, miss, said a lady who attended that establishment. How can I help you? Are you coming for the first time? Yes- said Martita, drawing a half smile, I come from far away. He serves me a cup of tea and a croissant. Immediately, the lady said very kindly.
It was very cold outside that nice cafeteria, but inside it was very cozy and heated. So Martita took off her soaked sweater.
Where are you from, girl? Did not I see you around here? - said the lady.
-No, I'm not from around here, I come from far away by train, many hours of travel, replied Martita.
-Here you have your order, eat.
Martita ate that bread in a hurry, and noticed how a woman in her 50s watched her, discreetly turned to see her.
The lady with red lips and dark hair raised her hot coffee and greeted her. Martita did the same with her tea.
The waitress who had attended her approached her to ask if she wanted anything else, Martita said no. Then he called her and asked where he could spend a few days. I needed to bathe and rest. You're lucky, girl, here is an inn next door and take advantage of the fact that tourists have not yet arrived and that there is room. Ask for Mr. Gaspar, tell him I sent you. My name is Ellen.
He took his things, arrived at the inn and was able to stay. Everything was going great. Marta was willing to start a new life. Every day he went out to eat at the cafeteria where Mrs. Ellen worked. And there was always the red-lipped lady who was sitting at that same table and greeting her with a cup of coffee.
That day it rained and it was very cold, Martita saw the raindrops slide down the glass of the window as if they were tears from the sky.
"Can I sit with you girl?" Said the lady with red lips, but very pretty. Yes, of course, "said Martita.
-You are not from here! He said while smoking a cigarette.
-No, I come to spend some time here and look for work. Martita told him.
-I have been watching you and you are very beautiful. Your eyes are seductive and your soul very noble, said the lady.
-If you need work, take my card, find me. There I am A card with red letters that read: LA MADAME.
-Yes, if I need work, said Martita, not knowing what the job was about. This girl did not know anything about life, she was shy, but very beautiful. Any man was dazzled by her beauty. But she would stop being a girl to be a woman.
Martita, he did not sleep that night, thinking about what the job would be about. He enlisted very early. He picked up his hair leaving his face free and his almond-colored eyes were more beautiful.
-Good morning !, I come to find the lady who works here, she said to the doorman. She gave me this card. The doorman took the card from him and when he went to read it, the lady came out: LA MADAME, let her in. - Go on! The man said.
Good thing you've come, you'll do very well in that business. I know!
I need to work, ma'am. I can clean, wash bathrooms, cook. No. no no, my girl, none of that. He said, LA MADAME.
This is a dating house where men are served for money. Here you will be a princess, you will prostitute yourself for money.
Marta was frozen, she did not think that was the job that the lady would offer her. Let me tell you something "When a woman enters prostitution, her soul has already been destroyed" and your soul is destroyed and sad, take advantage of that, she said.
