Recalled To Life novel Chapter 4

And so, after a year and a bit, we had to say goodbye to Marco and his generous support, an act that my mother must have regretted for a long time afterward.

Marco went, and Matteo arrived. Matteo was the hairy-ass neighbor. He would occasionally enter our house on any pretext, lock himself with Mom in her bedroom, and after a quarter of an hour, he would come out all red panting and cross the stairwell to his apartment. It happened that they were in the bedroom, and his wife came looking for him. I had to lie that he was not with us.

I grew up fast. At the age of eleven, I could have already written a book about the unbearable facts of life in light of everything that took place in my short life, but compared to what would still happen, it could only have been the prologue.

Apparently, with the food came the appetite, and Matteo came to our house sometimes twice a day; it was only a matter of time until he would be caught, and indeed it happened. One day I came back from school, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, Matteo's wife, Clara, was standing in the stairwell, I greeted her, but she did not answer me, when I opened the door to enter, she pushed me aside and ran straight to the bedroom. I hurried after her, and the spectacle that unfolded before my eyes shocked me as well. Matteo was tied to the bed, and Mom leaned over him with his penis deep in her throat. It was an act I did not know, and many years passed until I understood why he was tied. I thought Mom abused him against his will, and Clara came to save him. But that was not the end of the story; Clara screamed, dropped herself on the floor, called Mom all the existing despicable names, then banged her head against the wall and fainted.

This affair left me with a deep scar; I could not look Mother in the eyes for several days. I was terribly ashamed and also angry, then we reconciled when Mom said she will buy us train tickets to Milan to visit the Duomo and see the shroud display that was said to be wrapped around the dead Jesus when taken down from the cross.

Now that I was a "woman" in every aspect and a good student in all subjects, I decided it was time to contribute to the home economy.

My mother worked and made a living, but she did not even have the option of taking me by train to Milan, as she had promised. So the first job I immediately found was as a dog walker. I had a few regular customers, and I would come to their house, take care of the dogs, and take them out for a walk. One of the dogs, a cute and average-sized Cocker Spaniel named Snoopy, really liked me, but it turned out that Piero, his owner, probably liked me more because he offered me ten times the amount of money he pays me for caring for his dog if I would take care of him too. Of course, I was not naive and immediately understood what he wanted from me; I agreed on the condition that he would not physically touch me, only I would touch him, and to this, he agreed gladly.