The Inkwell Fiction Challenge / Achilles' childhood (ESP)(ENG)

I sat on the sidewalk, when Teti came out of the door of her house, dressed in a short skirt, her mother's red heels that were huge on her, a blouse that reached her navel, and her lips were poorly painted red. Rose and Mom laughed, while Teti, flirtatious, pretended to be a model and tried to walk on the sidewalk with the waddle of a miss, but she stumbled with every step with her giant heel.

That afternoon, we went to the house of some uncles I didn't know, according to Jairito they had a pool. We left in Uncle Jairo's car. Jairito's mother was sitting in the passenger seat. A dark-haired woman who never smiled, always carried a face that drew an annoyance, there was not a moment in which that woman stopped frowning. Pick up that! How many times have I told you! ... she scolded Jairito with that face that caused terror just by looking into her eyes. She was the complete opposite of my uncle. Tio Jairo always smiled, he was paunchy, he sucked beer and any kind of alcohol like a newborn goat. He was the guy with the best jokes, he made us laugh so much, that once Jairito wet his pants, and I almost shit laughing when I saw how Jairito laughed even louder after he urinated.

We arrived at the house of the new uncles. A two-story house with a swimming pool behind it, and beyond it a patio where a river passes. During the day we ate and bathed in the pool; Teti, Jairito, Kleiber and Jonathan. Later many more children came, who came to celebrate the birthday of Jonathan, Kleiber's older brother. that night I sat on the furniture , after talking to Mom on the phone, assuring him that I would behave. The music invaded the space that the children followed with their dance steps. "And you don't dance?" Asked Kleiber, with that smile that made his gums fleshy. Kleiber was the craziest, possessed an evil that exceeded limits. Fuck it, get up and dance vo! ꟷ I denied saying that I did not know, which was very true, but Kleiber got up from the chair and took by the hand that girl who was on one side of the table, he came with her, saying something in her ear that made move her armsand taking my hand, lifted me up and taking me to the center of the small crowd of boys, I repeated for the third time that I did not know how to dance. But she insisted, she grabbed my right hand and placed it on her waist, I was sweating, and it hadn't even started. But when I finished putting my left hand intertwined with his, we began to dance that music that they called merengue. "A photograph, was what I had left ... of that beautiful romance ..." I had never paid attention to a particular song, but wrapped in a pain that made my legs shake, and feeling all the looks that touched my feet, my back and my eyes, I got into the rhythm and started to follow in his footsteps. The music continued, but I was stopped by the failure I was creating as I tried to dance. Teti was laughing in the distance. Then I went into the kitchen in search of water to refresh my shame. ꟷBrother, what matters is money! nothing else, You understand me? ꟷI heard it from my uncle Jaime, who entered the kitchen together with my uncle Jairo. Uncle Jaime always wore dress shirts, tucked into his pants and well ironed, he wore expensive perfumes and straps with shiny buckles. He wore a watch on his left wrist that he never looked at. And every now and then he would take a blue comb out of his pocket and run it twice over his head. ꟷ a lot of money, you have to tie the goat! ꟷ they laughed and made a couple of jokes in my presence. They talked about me, and continued their conversation about such a business that they had.

The night passed between games and dances, food and refreshments. Sometimes Mayra would come out of her room; she spent all day locked up. Mayra never looked forward, only the times she had to greet someone or introduce herself to someone. ꟷHi Achilles, how handsome you areꟷ from the rest, her gaze was always directed towards her cell phone. Jonathan mentioned the amounts of cards she spent on balance, and the amounts of books that contained texts that she copied. Jonathan was identical to her dad. He took a small comb out of his pocket and ran it over his head, he dressed just like his dad, he smelled the same, even his way of treating girls was just like his dad. ꟷI grabbed them on the patio, they were very soft and round! She said with an arrogant tone, laughing as she placed her hand on our shoulders to get closer and point with her mouth. She was a tall girl, at the height of him. She must have been the same age as Jonathan, the age was noticeable in her blouse, which marked her round and small breasts, and we all confirmed making a sound with our mouths. Jonathan was the one who lifted the most. his brother Kleiber imitated his behaviors, but he was less experienced with girls. But come here, sit down patting the furniture, while Katy, one of the twins, sat next to him and he wrapped his arms around her to execute a kiss. She always rejected him, and complained about his so direct and grotesque way of conquering her. But you would see them after a while, at the back of the patio taking a peck, and Kleiber came towards us, inventing that he grabbed her like that and she grabbed him like that.

In the bottle game that we rolled in Jonathan's room, I had to kiss Teti again, because of the fuss that everyone had, because of the history that she and I had previously. ꟷ other! Other! Other! ꟷ Kleiber was ecstatic with the audience's chorus and showing all his daring he pushed. Teti and I kissed for the first time in the backyard of his house. A carnival day happened, we divided into groups of three, but someone was missing and Teti and I were left as an additional group. We left our water pumps in our war hideout; a ranch located behind your patio. There we filled the pumps, and we ran. When we were filling the pumps, she would stare at me. We liked each other from the first day we saw each other, and we kissed at the ranch, surrounded by varieties of smells emanating from a garbage can, smells of the mountains, the earth and the new pumps that Mom gave us. Kleiber, who was sneaking up behind the ranch to drop bombs on us, discovered us, and the next minute the whole area knew about it. The communication power that the of that town had was incredible. The next day, Mom knew it, Rosa knew it, everyone knew it.

Yo estaba sentado en la acera, cuando salió Teti por la puerta de su casa, vestida con una faldita corta, tacones rojos de su mamá que le quedaban gigantes, una blusa que le llegaba al ombligo y los labios de un color rojo mal pintado. Rosa y mamá se rieron, mientras Teti, coqueta, jugaba a ser una modelo e intentaba caminar en la acera con el contoneo de una miss, pero trastabillaba a cada paso con el gigante tacón.
Esa tarde, fuimos a la casa de unos tíos que no conocía, según Jairito tenían una piscina. Nos fuimos en el carro del tío Jairo. En el asiento de copiloto iba sentada la mamá de Jairito. Una mujer morena que nunca sonreía, siempre cargaba una cara que dibujaba una molestia, no había un momento en la que esa mujer dejara de fruncir las cejas. ꟷ¡recoge esa mierda! ¡cuántas veces te he dicho!… regañaba a Jairito con aquella cara que causaba terror con solo mirarla a los ojos. Ella era todo lo contrario a mi tío. Tio Jairo siempre sonreía, era panzón, chupaba cerveza y cualquier tipo de alcohol como una cabra recién nacida. Era el tío de los mejores chistes, nos hacía reír tanto, que una vez Jairito se orinó los pantalones, y yo casi me cago de la risa al ver como Jairito se reía aún con más fuerza después de haberse orinado.
Llegamos a la casa de los nuevos tíos. Una casa de dos pisos con piscina detrás, y más allá un patio por donde pasa un río. Durante el día comimos y nos bañamos en la piscina; Teti, Jairito, Kleiber y Jonathan. Después vinieron muchos niños más, que venían a celebrar el cumpleaños de Jonathan, el hermano mayor de Kleiber. Esa noche me encontraba sentado en el mueble, después de haber conversado con mamá por el teléfono, asegurándole que me portaría bien. La música invadía el espacio que los niños seguían con sus pasos de baile. ꟷ¿y vos no bailáis?ꟷ preguntó Kleiber, con esa sonrisa que hacía notar la carnosidad de sus encías. Kleiber era el más cizañero, poseía una maldad que superaba los límites. ꟷ¡a verga, levantáte y bailá vo! ꟷ yo negaba diciendo que no sabía, lo cual era muy cierto, pero Kleiber se levantó de la silla y tomó de la mano aquella niña que estaba a un lado de la mesa, se vino con ella, diciéndole algo en el oído que hizo mover los brazos de la niña y tomar mi mano, me levantó y llevándome al centro de la pequeña multitud de chicos, le repetí por tercera vez que no sabía bailar. Pero ella insistió, agarró mi mano derecha y la colocó en su cintura, yo sudaba, y ni siquiera había comenzado. Pero al terminar de poner mi mano izquierda entrelazada con las suyas, comenzamos a bailar aquella música que llamaban merengue. "Una fotografía, fue lo que me quedó… de aquel bello romance…” nunca le había prestado atención a una canción en particular, pero envuelto en una pena que me hacía temblar las piernas, y sintiendo todas las miradas que tocaban mis pies, mi espalda y mis ojos, me adentré en el ritmo y comencé a seguir sus pasos. La música siguió, pero yo me detuve por el fracaso que iba creando a medida que intentaba bailar. Teti se reía a lo lejos. Entonces me adentré en la cocina en busca de agua para refrescar mi pena. ꟷ¡hermano, lo que importa es el dinero! Más nada. ¿Me entendéis? ꟷlo escuché del señor Jaime, que entraba a la cocina junto con mi tío Jairo. El señor Jaime vestía siempre camisas de vestir, metidas por dentro del pantalón y bien planchadas, usaba perfumes caros y correas con hebillas relucientes. Usaba un reloj en su muñeca izquierda que nunca miraba. Y de vez en cuando sacaba un peine azul de su bolsillo y se lo pasaba dos veces por la cabeza.

algunos ganan

mucho billete, ¡hay que amarrar al chivo!ꟷ dijo riendose, e hicieron un par de chistes en mi presencia y siguieron su conversación sobre un tal negocio que ellos tenían. La noche transcurrió entre juegos y bailes, comida y refrescos. Algunas veces salía Mayra de su cuarto; se la pasaba todo el día encerrada. Mayra nunca miraba hacia adelante, solo las veces que le tocaba saludar a alguien o presentarse con alguien. ꟷHola Aquiles, que bonito estásꟷ del resto, su mirada siempre se dirigía hacia su celular. Jonathan mencionó las cantidades de tarjetas que gastaba en saldo, y las cantidades de libritos que contenían textos que ella copiaba. Jonathan era idéntico a su papá. Sacaba de su bolsillo un peine pequeño y se lo pasaba por la cabeza, vestía igual que su papá, olía igual, incluso, hasta su forma de tratar a las chicas era igual que su papá. ꟷ¡se las agarré en el patio, las tenía bien suaves y redondas! ꟷdecía con un tono arrogante, riéndose mientras colocaba su mano en nuestros hombros para acercarse y señalar con la boca. Era una chica alta, a la altura de él. Debió haber tenido la misma edad que Jonathan, la edad se hacía notar en su blusa que, marcaban sus redondos y pequeños senos, y confirmábamos todos haciendo un sonido con nuestras bocas. Jonathan era el que más levantaba. su hermano Kleiber imitaba sus comportamientos, Pero era de menos experiencia con las chicas. ꟷpero vení acá, sentáteꟷ dando palmaditas en el mueble, mientras Katy, una de las gemelas, se sentaba a su lado y él la rodeaba con los brazos para ejecutar un beso. Ella siempre lo rechazaba, y se quejaba de su forma tan directa y grotesca de conquistarla. Pero los veías al rato, al fondo del patio dándose un piquito, y Kleiber venía hacia nosotros inventándonos que la agarró así y ella lo agarró asá.