The Loving Wall of Trump--Part 2

“The Loving Wall of Trump”

By Patrick D Collier

Part 2

Patricio is what she called me I finally asked her what does that mean? She laughed and said it’s your name in Spanish. I said I like it better in Spanish and as I begin to walk back to her door her face changed expressions. She screamed and pointed I turned around and 4 men dressed in all black carrying a huge black trash bag attacked me, knocking me out cold. Last all I could remember was Spanish language and Catalina screaming in Spanish! I woke up in a driving van and my hands and feet were tied up and I had tape convering my mouth. Catalina was tied up as well, but she was completely naked, she was not moving she seemed drugged or sleeping. The van hit a bump in the road, boom! And Catalina started to move. I was happy to see her moving and alive. The van started to slow down but my heart started to speed up out of fear what’s next. The 4 men in black grabbed us both viciously being unable to see their faces due to their mask which scared me even more. A gun in my back and the word “movimiento” followed which means “Move” I’m guessing. I could hear Catalina crying in a whisper. Her tears ran down her face making the tape on her lips moist and soft. We reached a warehouse that smelt of wood and marijuana. A man was sitting in the warehouse in a chair, but his back was facing me. He was drinking a bottle of tequila. He spoke. How was she? He asked me. I couldn’t talk the tape was on my mouth tightly, but his voice sounded so familiar, he turned to me and yes, it was Oscar. His eyes red as if he had been up all night. His clothes were nice. A nice suit and he smelt like new money. He walked up to me and looked at one of the men and said “corta la cinta” which probably meant “cut the tape” because that is what the man did next to me. Catalina was scared and shaking when she seen Oscar. You smell like her room Oscar said to me. Look at her beautiful body I plan on fucking her infront of my men and your dead body. I was about to speak he interrupted me by saying “Callate” then I kept trying to speak not knowing what it meant then he slapped me. It means “shut up” Oscar said in angry voice. I remained silent feeling a gun being pushed even deeper into my back by one of the men in black. Oscar started walking back in fourth. I told you she wasn’t for you. She was good wasn’t she? then he quickly grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips licking his lips after and said, your lips don’t taste like Catalina, trust me I know. Then he took out a gun and pointed it to my head and bang! I then woke up and I am in my hotel bed with an empty bottle of tequila. Wow! What a dream I said to myself. I then go to the bathroom I had to piss like a race horse. I then walk to the sink to wash my hands and look in the mirror and there is a huge scar on my forehead. I started to panic I go back to the bedroom and looked at clock and calendar on the night stand by the bed and the time read 11:35 pm and the calendar next to the clock showed the month of December 31, 2022. What the fuck! I said in a shocking whisper. The door opened and Catalina walked in looking amazing as ever. She kissed me on my scar and said how did you sleep Patricio? I said what happened? She said calm down. I said with anger and confusion. What the fuck happened? Its been 3 fucking years? She turned on the TV and it was the Times Square count down from New York City being shown. Let’s watch it Papi like we always do she said to me with a smile. Like we always do? I don’t even remember anything besides you and being shot in the fucking head by Oscar. Tell me what happened? tell me now! The clock read 11:59 a min away from 2023 and I had no idea who our president even was. She looked at me and said ok, I will tell you. 10, Oscar did shoot you in the head. 9, but I broke the ropes and killed every man standing besides you. 8, I had orders to kill Oscar after I did, I stole their van and rushed you to the hospital. 7, You were in a comma until now. 6, I have been monitoring you ever since. 5, I been a Mexico CIA agent for many years. 5, The wall of Trump kept us both here 4, But what remains is that you can leave when you want. 3, We can’t get married you know to much. 2, I can get my green card if. 1, I kill you. Happy New Years and she took out the biggest gun and shot me right in my heart. Wow! I mean Wow! This is an amazing book Patrick, Mr. Welk says. It’s Patricio sir. Catalina said sitting beside me. This book will be “increible” which mean in Spanish “Amazing” Mr. Welk smiled and agreed with her. We sat in his office awaiting to be published. Wess and Welk is a huge publishing company in Houston Texas. We sat with shining rings on our wedding hands as they lock with excitement. You two make an amazing couple by the way, said Mr. Welk. Thank you! me and Catalina said. Catalina your English is different where are you from? Asked Mr. Welk. She said with a smile looking at me, Sir I’m from the loving wall of Trump. My book sold out all around the U.S the talk of this crazy Mexico twist linked to a love story was the talk of Houston. Catalina helped me write it and what started out as just helping this beautiful Mexican Goddess chase her dreams as a singer in the U.S towered above that all. She sang at every book signing I ever did. Her singing was beautiful to all who listened to her as I signed books for the fans who adored my writing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, Until I seen a man standing in front of her as she sing and she begin to sing differently with tears in her throat. Bang! A man shot my beautiful Catalina and then shot himself. Everyone ran out the facility screaming! I ran to my wife and held her bleeding body. I cried so much my eyes couldn't produce anymore. I looked next to her and the shooter, was Oscar. I thought to myself if only Trumps wall could had held Oscar from coming here and destroying the only true fairytale I knew. Catalina’s family wanted her body Buried in Tamaulipas Mexico aka the loving wall of Trump. When the funeral was over, I walked up to the tall wall built by Trump and took a blade carving Catalina's name into the wall and kissed it. I thought to myself a wall was built to keep out such a beautiful talented woman chasing a dream of singing in the U.S. now dead. But couldn’t hold a Mexican man with a green card and an ugly heart back from committing murder. Some wall, Thanks Trump.

The End

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