Historia corta inspirada en el tema: Labio, de mensaje diario de 5 minutos de escritura libre de #freewriter.
Short story inspired by the theme: Lip, from #freewriter's 5-minute daily freewriting message..
Labio sangrante
No podía entender qué había pasado, se tocó el labio y vio su mano manchada de sangre. Algo le dolía más y no sabía que era, tirado en el piso, los veía más altos, la música no se había detenido, algunos de los presentes se reían, otros se mostraban contrariados. Uno de ellos se acercó.
—Amigo, ¿Se siente bien? ¿Puede levantarse?
No sabía si contestarle de mala gana, era una pregunta estúpida, pero cuando vio su cara, se dio cuenta de que era un desconocido. Él no tiene la culpa, pensó y se dejó levantar, se sentía algo mareado.
—¿Qué se hizo la chica? —preguntó.
El hombre solo hizo un gesto de incomprensión.
—Tome este pañuelo, creo que lo necesita, sigue sangrando.
—Está bien, se lo agradezco.
El desconocido se retiró y él mantenía su rostro bajo, para no encontrarse con aquellas miradas curiosas. Un sentimiento de rabia lo invadió, pensaba en lo que aquella chica había hecho, involucrándolo en un problema, donde él no tenía parte. A ella no le importó que fuera con su amigo, para crear una situación incómoda. Ahora tenía el labio partido y su orgullo herido.
¿Qué tanto miraba esa gente? Gozan con el dolor ajeno. Le molestaba oír las risas y algunos comentarios tontos. Se recostó en la pared y sintió a alguien acercarse.
—Quiero pedirte disculpas, amigo, son cosas de momentos… me puse celoso.
Volvió a bajar la cabeza para no mirarlo, algo por dentro se revolvió.
—Está bien, ya pasó —le dije.
Sentí sus pasos retirarse. Levanté el rostro y también vi a la chica. Ella reía y su amigo hacía unos gestos con el puño. Otra vez se me revolvió algo en las tripas. Lo llamé.
— ¡Samuel espera! —Me acerqué. —también quiero disculparme, no fue mi intención, a lo mejor fue por los tragos.
Samuel se volvió, aún tenía esa sonrisa cínica, como celebrando su triunfo. Puso su mano en mi hombro
—No hay problema Carlo, son cosas que pasan. ¿Quieres un trago? Yo lo pago.
Le dije que no con la cabeza.
—Mejor me voy.
La verdad no sabría explicarlo, pero levante mi puño tan rápido y con tanta fuerza que lo estrellé en su rostro, justo en el labio, apenas lo vi caer, le hice señas a un Mototaxi y me fui. Creo que oí algunos aplausos. El motorizado no aguantaba la risa.
Bleeding lip
He couldn't understand what had happened, he touched his lip and saw his hand stained with blood. Something hurt him more and he didn't know what it was, lying on the floor he saw them louder. The music had not stopped, some of the people present were laughing, others were upset. One of them approached.
—My friend, are you all right? Can you get up?
She didn't know whether to answer him reluctantly, it was a stupid question, but when she saw his face, she realized he was a stranger. He's not to blame, he thought and let himself get up, he felt a little dizzy.
—What happened to the girl? —he asked.
The man only made a gesture of incomprehension.
—Take this handkerchief, I think she needs it, she is still bleeding.
—It's all right, thank you.
The stranger withdrew and he kept his face down, so as not to meet those curious glances. A feeling of rage invaded him, he thought of what that girl had, done, involving him in a problem where he had no part. She didn't care that he was with his friend, just to create an uncomfortable situation for him. Now his lip was split and his pride hurt.
How much did these people watch? They enjoy other people's pain. It bothered him to hear the laughter and some silly comments. He leaned against the wall and felt someone approaching.
—I want to apologize, my friend, it's just a matter of time... I got jealous.
He lowered his head again so as not to look at him, something inside stirred.
—It's okay, it's over, —I told him.
I felt his footsteps retreat. I looked up and saw the girl too. She was laughing and her friend was making some gestures with his fist. Again something turned in my guts. I called out to him.
—Samuel, wait! —I approached. —I also want to apologize, I didn't mean to, maybe it was because of the drinks.
Samuel turned around, he still had that cynical smile, as if celebrating his triumph. He put his hand on my shoulder
—No problem Carlo, these things happen. Do you want a drink? I'll buy it.
I shook my head no.
—I'd better go.
I couldn't really explain it, but I raised my fist so fast and so hard that I smashed it into his face, right on the lip, as soon as I saw him fall, I flagged down a Mototaxi and left. I think I heard some applause. The motorcyclist couldn't hold in his laughter.
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