Bianca

BIANCA (El amor no tiene otra opción)

In the night of January-3-2015, in the city of San Pedro, the wind was freshening and thrashing in the tree tops and the branches moaned, cold and wet?with a brisk wind?sweeping the rain across the land, curtains of rain?beat down from the heavens. It was one of those cold nights that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. “Bianca Valdez, you’ve made the worst mistake of your life by falling en amor with him”, my heart was screaming in a silence, condemning me for being the root cause. I could not stand the fact that the most important people in life had lied to me all my life; I got a tissue to clean up my endless tears. I held my handbag and went to church in that harsh night. I walked along the road thinking of my next step, rain drops and tears rolling down on my cheeks, when all of a sudden I heard a sound of a car approaching on the road behind me. Thinking that it would just pass, I didn’t pay any attention to it, that was, until the sound of the engine got closer and the sound of the tires crunching on the rocks near me made me feel like letting it knock me, then out of the corner of my eye, I saw the car pull up next to me, and wondered just who was inside. ”Is it Leo?” hoping that things were different; I could have given anything for our love. It wasn’t long before I reached near the church with ”ding-dong, ding-dong” bells rung, and I entered when el padre was cleaning the alter. Having a veil covered on my face, he thought that I was one of the peasants that usually come for help. I ignored him and continued in front until I knelt down on Nuestra Señora de?Guadalupe’s cute feet, and let it out the pain I was feeling.

I felt the wet hot tears fill up my eyes, my throat closed tight and each word pitched higher than the last in an effort to squeak out the words that were bottled up inside me. Finally, the tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam. “Mother full of grace, you are a mother too and you know how it feels to raise a child alone, and my own mother; well!! She has betrayed me; my voice turned into an undertone flashing back on the truth. “Leonardo Contreras, why did you choose mi hija? Do you have any idea of what will happen if Bianca finds out the truth?” I quoted that when they suddenly kept quiet when I entered. Leo and I had decided to eat dinner at my mother's house to announce our engagement; I noticed that mi madre was so strange, and she wasn’t pleased with my fiancée Leo. At last I collected dishes taking them in the kitchen, not until I surprised them talking about me.”Not if you continue to talk to me in that unbearably supercilious tone, Vivian Valdez, as though I were some gaudy chimp you’re threatening to leave your daughter, and now that she is expecting my child that you never gave to me, she is different from you, I won’t give up on her ”, Leo was saying with infado(anger). “Bianca, my child”, I had a soft voice calling but I thought it was one of those memories I sensed. Suddenly, I felt a large spotty and blotchy hand touching on my shoulder; i looked at the priest trying to recall where I was, “el padre”, I eventually fell into his arms childishly. He knew what had happened to me after seeing my usually blue eyes were now a steely grey that bulged in anger. “My child, cry it all for that pain to stop tormenting, el padre said in a soft lifting voice feeling his rough palms around me. I was so happy these past days, I had a wedding in two months and now I feel like I have woken up after a beautiful dream, which was just a large wave tossed by the ocean. I can’t forget his sweet piercing words that when i think of it,” Contreras, you are a traitor who took advantage of me”. My mind had gone in another world; I felt like disappearing from the universe, unfortunately, I could not do anything to stop what had happened.

“I have known your mother for forty five years now”, I heard a quiet throaty confident voice of el padre talking to me. I couldn’t ignore it because I wanted to know the whole truth about my mother; “father, I have the right to know the truth”, I said in a breathy respectful voice.” Tu madre was an innocent young woman; I remember that they used to call her ‘Bonita’ to mean that she was pretty”. “Yes father, I knew that when I went to college; one of the mentors told me”; I was told a lot of stories about her, but_ mi padre do you know anything that happened between mi madre and Leonardo?” I asked sincerely hoping for the truth that seemed to have hidden from me. ?A sudden succession of a single beep interrupted us, the priest jumped up startled and he reached into his pocket and grabbed the phone.?“Hola mi padre, are you with Bianca?” a soft brittle worriedly voice asked on the phone. The priest cleared his throat, ”cómo estás Vivian? Sí, don’t worry your daughter is here with me, but broken into millones piezas; she deserves to know the truth”. I made a quick glance at him savagely. “I know el padre, that’s why I request you to tell her the truth, and I hope ella me perdona one Day.” He was about to hang up the phone, “I understand your situación, mi hija Vivi”. “Mi madre and Leo were about to wed?” I asked him with a disbelief tone. El padre was confronting me; I couldn’t believe my ears.” Leo called off the wedding when he found out that Vivian expected a child (tú) of Valdez, his enemy.” Help me virgin of Guadalupe to bear all of this mess”, my crazy drumming el corazón was pudding in a great agitation; I felt as if the world doesn’t make sense anymore and I wasn’t feeling my breath for a moment.” Bianca, my child what’s going on?” el padre screamed for help in a deafening voice, while he tried to stop me. I don’t know what happened that instant; all I know is that I fainted.