puto helicóptero
The sun. The sand. The dry air. Her black boots. Everything felt so heavy. The anxious blonde running beside her. The running that made her lungs burn. Her heart that was beating way to fast. Well, at least it was still beating at all. And then that stupid ass guy she talked to through the transmitter she just threw away. He literally had one job. How she hated people. And putos helicópteros .
All that got to much for Zulema. Sounds ridiculous, it really does, but she was so tired, SO TIRED of this kind of shit. She had been in situations similar to this one so often in her life and every single time it costed her all her strength and energy to fight and get her out of it. She had done this so often, that she literally got bored of it. Just bored. Which made her lack the energy to fight through. But there was another thing that was different in this moment in the desert: there was no reason to fight. Fight, just to die in a hospital in the end, without any dignity? Surely not.
So Zulema stopped. Like she said to Macarena before, there was no reason to run away anymore, so she simply stopped running.
Maca saw Zulema stopping and bending over from the corner of her eye. She couldn't be serious.
"What the the hell are you doing?" They really had got no time for this."Come on!"
"Get out of here" the other woman gasped.
Macarena looked devastated.
"Calm down, I don't do it for you" Zulema said with a slight smile. “Take care of yourself”
No. Maca immediatly knew what Zulema's intention was, but that was absolutely no option.
"NO"
"You're not alone anymore"
Shut the fuck up .
"Zulema you are not yourself and this is surely not the moment for you to buckle once in a lifetime"
"Come on, corre and don't look back"
"I would, but you have to make up a tragedy in the least appropriate moment despite you..."
She sighs.
"...you know exactly I'm not going without you"
"Why? Why the hell rubia ?"
Zulema really needed Maca to start running now, she just needed to know that she gets out of this safe, even if she didn't know where this urge came from.
"Remember? I betrayed you. I made you abort. I tried to kill you. Because of me you lost your loved ones. I am your ca- "
Maca felt like she was boiling over, mainly because of anger. She was so angry about Zulema, this stubborn bitch that cannot listen to her once. She was angry about this fucked up situation Zulema got her and her baby into. But the most angry, Maca was about herself. As much as she tried it, she couldn't manage to understand why the hell she wouldn't run towards this helicopter, for herself, for her baby and for a bright future. Instead she stood there, not moving one foot until Zulema would move hers.
And then Macarena felt something brewing deep inside her. Like lava, hotter than hell, cleaving its way through the hardest rock formations, in order to finally reach the surface. In her case the lava were words, and, as much as she tried, she couldn't stop them from reaching the surface.
"Because I need you, Zulema"
While pronouncing these words with her breaking voice, Maca expected to feel strange, but instead she felt...relieved. It was a weird but yet beautiful sensation and she realised that this exact moment was the absolute and only right one to finally let out this truth she hadn’t wanted to admit for so long.
"And now COME ON or we won't get out of this alive"
Within Zulema, a switch was flipped. The words hit her like a slap in the face, like a bucket full of ice water someone poured over her, and she woke up. Not one second later she was running again. Like she had never been before. Next to her, the rubia . The rubia that NEEDED her. Which changed quite a lot, if she wanted it or not. Well no, she had to correct herself, she ran like this before, unfortunately too often in her life, but the difference was that now, she wasn't running away from something any longer. No, from now on, she ran TOWARDS something. To be exact, Zulema ran in this very moment towards three words.
I need you . I need you . I. need. you.
These echoing in her head kept her going like fuel keeps relentlessly going a car.
Despite everything, the cars came closer and closer. Therein: cold-hearted men that wanted nothing but finally make use of their heavy arms. Both of the women were out of breath, more with every step, desperately trying to get near the helicopter which in turn didn't seem to approach in any way.
While Macarena felt pure and nasty angst in her whole body, Zulema was genuinely surprised she was running. It seemed unreal to her, like a dream, like her head fooling her. Not even because of the absurd situation, but because she didn't recognize herself: she has had an exact vision in her mind of how this would turn out, one could almost say she planned it, like she always does thanks to her ceaseless cleverness, and then? From one second to another, she acted on an instinct. Without even thinking about it first. Without weighing her options first. Without considering the consequences first. And moreover, the fact Macarena was the one triggering this instinct...But now was definitely not the moment for an identity crisis.
One look behind her back told Zulema they had to pick up their pace even more. And although it seemed impossible, with all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, they did.
"TAKE THE FUCK OFF" Zulema screamed towards the guy steering the helicopter as she stepped into the machine, right after Macarena.
The helicopter immediately went off, to be exact in last possible moment before Ramala's herd was close enough to plant some bullets, and the two women let themselves slump into the two opposed chairs.
"We did it" Maca whispered, still gasping for air, and her hand instinctively went to her stomach.For a couple of minutes the two just sat there waiting for their breath and pulse to calm down again, extremely exhausted from all that running and adrenaline.
But after a time, when they relaxed enough, their brains started working again and the memory of what just had happened needed to be processed. The helicopter suddenly felt too small as two thoughts hung in the air: Macarenas words and her refuse to let Zulema behind and the effect this had on Zulema. The heavy tension created by this was so unbearable that the two women couldn't even look at each other, simply because there inevitably and obviously changed something between them, but neither of them knew how to handle it.
Clearly, it's not like their relation never changed before, it changed when Maca came looking for Zulema after her release from prison, it changed when they agreed on having a life together and yes, it also changed on New Years Eve, even if with the short talk in the morning after they tried to convince each other as well as themselves that their sex wouldn't be haunting their minds on a nearly daily basis. However, this time it was the obviousness and concreteness of the change that made it so insupportable, the feeling of not being able to ignore nor hide it.
Zulema felt so uncomfortable with these thoughts running through her mind that she had to break the silence.
"I guess we're going to Morocco" she said, giving Maca a half-smirk, curling only one corner of her mouth up.
The blonde, silently thanking her for bursting the weird tension, placed both of her elbows on her knees and tilted her head down to massage her temples with her fingers.
"I can't believe it" she lets out with sigh, but couldn't prevent smiling slightly at the situation. Suddenly, she looks up, at Zulema, to ask her where they were EXACTLY going. "I mean, Morocco is big. What is your plan?"
But the woman in front of her stayed silent. Maca frowned.
"Hold up, are you telling me you have nothing planned?"
Brown eyes seeming to stare into the nothing.
"Because you didn't even plan to get into this helicopter? Joder Zulema"
Zulema simply rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side, since her face seemed to reveal too much, to stare out the window. Nothing but desert. Aproubtly, an idea hit her like a flash. Continuing to look out the window, pensively, she stated " No te preocupes rubia , I know damn well where we are going" and looked back at Maca again, who had a brow lifted. Then, deciding that she wanted no more information for the moment and knowing Zulema was serious, she just shrugged. "Well then".
The brunette leaned back in her seat with a sigh, trying to relax all her muscles, and closed her eyes. She could feel Macarenas glance on her. After a minute had passed, she heard her saying "Your hair look better now. I mean, in comparison to last time we went to Morocco together. Just saying"
That made her smile.