On a snowy morning, a young boy was simply staring at the snowflakes falling outside his classroom, lost in various scattered thoughts with a clear sadness on his face.
"Enton!!!" the teacher exclaimed, without even realizing she had gotten her student's name wrong.
Anton, in turn, looked directly at her, and with a sharp change of expression, he gave a slight, nervous smile. It was no wonder, even though she was older, her beauty stood out in the eyes of her students. Anton ends up getting a little too flustered, and because he doesn't have much control over his body, after all, he's going through late puberty.
One of his classmates notices an unnatural movement of his body, as if he were trying to hide something between his legs. After a while, a murmur began to spread through the room, and it continued until the end of classes. And when Anton headed down the school hallways, he ended up bumping into a group of girls.
"Eugh!!!" - The girl expressed her dismay and disgust towards Anton, and with not-so-subtle movements "cleaned her clothes" - Get out of here, you fat pervert!!!
Anton just remained dejected, he was sure that no one would help him, after all it wasn't the first time, just as he knew it wouldn't be the last time. In his solitude he walked, alone again with his mind full of thoughts, seemingly scattered. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at a clothing store, directly at the mannequins seeing those "perfect" bodies, and then focused on himself and saw a heavy body, slightly deformed by a large amount of fat, sadness took over, but along with it secretly something else was also growing, a disturbing feeling.
And so he continued to walk through the busy streets of a snowy Manhattan, with heavy steps he found himself in front of a very simple, yet comfortable apartment. That was his home, where his "beloved" family awaited him. The house had its limitations, but at first glance it was a welcoming home, full of ornaments bought at fairs, garage sales, etc...
Even when at home, he didn't seem very comfortable, and still downcast, he made his way to find the doorknob of his room. And with his left arm he gently turned it to open the door, which creaked with his action.
And at the same moment that it closed again, the silence was broken by a slight sound of laughter coming from the, no longer downcast, Anton. His room served as a den of dubious and somewhat alarming ideas.
The room was overflowing with photos, clippings and posters of some of the most "desired" women in the world, on the walls of his room photos of Invigirl, Tarantula, among some less well-known ones. In addition, his room was extremely messy, clothes on the floor, overflowing trash, and a filthy carpet.
The day then passed very quickly, no one knows what Anton does in his lonely room, but Rachel, his stepmother, very much wants to get closer to her stepson. Rachel was a beautiful woman, with a fully developed beauty. Her long red hair stood out in the eyes of men, Dominguez, Anton's father, was a lucky man. An extreme beauty, hopelessly in love with him. They are truly happy, an eternal and enviable love.
When the moon replaced the sun, the star ornaments in the sky shone intensely when Anton began to feel an unpleasant sensation, an intense heat, headache, dizziness, and in a way to seek relief he ran to the kitchen, stumbling and struggling against the walls.
In the end he reaches his goal, the refrigerator in search of some water to alleviate his heat. And desperately he drank it straight from the bottle, thanks to his haste he ended up wasting some water that ran down the side of his lips.
- WHO'S THERE?? - A voice approached quickly, and when she finally saw the scene with surprise on her face, Rachel exclaimed - Anton?! What are you doing here? And at this hour!
- I-I was a little thirsty and... I came here to drink water - with a rare tone of nonchalance towards Rachel, he replied - Why are you carrying that broom?
A little confused, Rachel lightly scratched the back of her neck, her hair was somewhat tangled, but her beauty seemed flawless. Her accentuated curves, her well-composed face, her naturally reddish lips, her honey-colored eyes...
Anton never mentioned any of this to anyone, because there was no one he could talk to about it, but he envied his father. A father who wasn't part of his childhood, who never went to one of his birthdays, a father who abandoned him at age 5, and who only came looking for him by court order. Dominguez was never present in his son's life, always partying, drinking, and leading a dissolute life until he found his true love, Rachel. She was a light at the end of the tunnel for him, correcting many of his actions, except for one of his worst mistakes: his son.
Dominguez doesn't show any sign of affection, never talked about anything, never took him to school, they never had anything in common, all of which culminated in an event that occurred last week.
-YOU ARE NOT MY SON!!! - Dominguez shouted, overcome with rage at seeing his team lose, and used Anton as a scapegoat. This happened right there in the kitchen. Anton simply remained silent, after all, he couldn't do anything against his father, especially with Rachel nearby.
Returning to the present moment, Anton drops the bottle containing ice water on the counter next to him, a counter made of wood. He was starting to feel better, so he walked away dejectedly from Rachel, who just stared at him in silence until...
- Anton!!! - She exclaimed - What is this bottle doing up here?? How many times will I have to repeat myself to put away the things you take out of the refrigerator?! Especially on my wooden counter, it could end up spoiling from the humidity, you know? - Rachel said, picking up the bottle.
Anton then returned to the kitchen, looking tired.
"Seriously? You made me come all the way back just to put this away?" Anton said, reaching for the bottle in Rachel's hand.
"Just a little bit," Rachel said, taking the opportunity to refresh herself after the scare, but something happened: she continued drinking, causing Anton to lose his patience.
"Oh, you know what, figure it out yourself!" As he finished his sentence, he heard Rachel's voice in his head saying, "Do I really need to figure it out?" Anton, not realizing he had only heard it in his head, simply replied, "Yes! I'm going to sleep—" The sentence was interrupted by Anton's pleasant surprise at seeing the grace she displayed when she literally turned her back. He, on the other hand, was confused but tried to take advantage of the situation.
"Now lean your body forward." - "Ordered Anton, without much expectation that this would actually happen - I don't want to bend over," Rachel replied in Anton's head, in a quick response he thought - "But if I don't do this I won't be able to...get...the cloth to dry the water."
After this almost one-sided dialogue, with a smooth movement of her back and waist, Rachel used her arms to support herself in the most bent-over pose she could manage. Anton didn't understand, but for some reason he could hear her thoughts when he spoke. However, he also noticed that Rachel's voice was getting much quieter over time. He looked, analyzed, and when he approached to touch the beauty in her full splendor, she left that compromising position, and with a calm but bewildered look...
- "So! Is it for today?" Rachel replied mockingly, while Anton remained with a slight smile on his face.
- "Of...of course!" I'm just going to grab a cloth here and...that's it - Anton quickly grabbed it and used the cloth to dry himself, then hurried to his room, where he remained for a few hours staring at the ceiling, thinking, imagining things related to Rachel...and also about what really happened, what could have created that situation, the headache, the water and finally her voice in my head...
- What happened?