After a tiring day, he went to seek help from the police, who, unfortunately for him, didn't believe a word he had said. It seemed that fate was playing tricks on him. First, he woke up in an abandoned house with his clothes on, unable to remember who he was, his name, he literally couldn't remember anything, except that his name began with the letter "B".
He realizes that a man is watching him standing at the north end of the square.
"Want a bib baby?" He thought, liking the attention the boy was giving him, shaking his head from side to side trying to clear his thoughts.
"What the hell has gotten into me?" He asked himself in thought, the possibility of being gay came to his mind, which frightened him. Never in the three days he had woken up in the abandoned house had the possibility of not being straight crossed his mind, he didn't understand why it hadn't come to his mind, perhaps it was the prejudice rooted in world society, but not knowing anything about his life before those three days had put an end to it.
B stared at him, trying to discern what that man was looking at him for.
"Maybe he was interested in me." After a moment's thought, he disregarded everything: it was more likely that he was watching him because he was afraid that B would do something to him.
He was distracted as he looked around, noticing that it was a square frequented by families, which led him to conclude that the place he had ended up in was a residential neighborhood, or something similar. The children were playing on the toys scattered around the place, celebrating with what little they had, which reminded him of his childhood, if you could call it childhood. B didn't remember, but I did, as the narrator of this story.
His eyes filled with tears, he felt that this was a trigger for him. When he turned his attention to the man who admired him, if we can put it that way, he was already at the end of the square, so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't seen him pass by.
However, there was something strange about it: he was accompanied, and as far as he could remember, the man was not accompanied by anyone, which made him realize that something wasn't right.
He decided on his own that he would follow them and see what was going on.
Alan's fear was that he would die in that filthy alley, that he would no longer have the chance to seek the happiness he had lost in the years he had been in a relationship with Cauã. In the situation he found himself in, he was sure he wouldn't make it out alive.
Alan was cornered, with a man behind him and a gun pointed at his back. He didn't know what he was going to do to get out of this situation, and if he did, the man who was holding him hostage seemed a little nervous.
- What do you want from me?
- You have to go back to your husband - the man whispered in his left ear, making him shiver.
"Just what I need!" Alan thought indignantly. It hadn't even been two weeks since he had kicked his ex-husband out of his apartment and the handsome man was already threatening him.
"No God! I don't deserve that!"
- That's all I needed.
Alan became indignant at the situation.
- If not... Wait, I know, you'll kill me. - Even though he was scared shitless, the professor proposed.
The man couldn't believe Alan's audacity, he was sure that coercing him would be more difficult than he thought.
- Let's go - Alan says, waiting for the man to shoot him - I see you don't have the courage. Cauã can't even find a killer.
- What's going on here? - He hears an unfamiliar voice.
"Whose voice is that?" Alan thought, realizing how he had been affected by the unknown voice.
- Now that's all I need.
The kidnapper, not understanding anything that was happening, ran off.
- I'm not finished with you yet.
- I'll be waiting for you with the police and make sure you have more courage next time.
Finally Alan looked at the man standing in the alleyway, it was the same one he had seen in the square, there really was something about him that overflowed with wealth, even though he was dirty, perceptibly in a street state, you couldn't say he was an ugly man, he would certainly be mistaken for a Greek beauty, but there was something that gave Alan a familiarity, as if he already knew him.
- Hi.
- Hi. I thought you might need some help.
- I must have scared him off.
- Yes, I did. He ran off.
They both laughed. Alan hadn't laughed like that for a long time.
- You have to go to the police.
- That's all right.
- You suffered an attempted kidnapping.
- It was no big deal.
- What do you mean, no big deal?
- It was just some idiot my ex hired to scare me.
- That's another reason for you to go to the police.
- You don't think I should be suspicious of you - Alan pauses and continues - you show up here out of the blue, I don't know you and you say you're coming to help me, don't you think that's a bit suspicious?
- But you're not the one who stared at me in the square.
- And what does that have to do with anything?
- That I should be scared.
- Look who's talking. Don't you think it should be the other way around?
Alan looked him up and down, he knew it was a prejudiced remark, but when he saw it, it had already come out of his mouth.
B's eyes filled with water, he knew he would cry, he didn't understand why they were treating him like that, it hurt him.
When the teacher realized that what he had said had hurt the man in front of him, guilt overtook his being.
- I'm sorry. I'm not like that. I don't know why I said that.
- You're still in shock about what happened to you.
- I know, but I shouldn't have said that.
- I don't care - he lied.
- It's not true. Her eyes filled with tears. It hurt you.
- Yes, it did, but it wasn't because of what you said.
- If it wasn't because of what I said, then what was it?
- To tell you the truth, I don't know. I don't remember anything, not who I am, not who I was, and certainly not my traumas.
- If you don't remember your life...
- No, I don't remember what happened to put me on the street either.
- But do you remember anything?
- I have a few flashes of memory, but they're fuzzy most of the time.
- What do you mean?
- Moments from childhood, for example.
- So do you know what your childhood was like?
- No, as I said, these flashes of memories are confusing, I can't understand anything that's happening in them.
- But you don't know anything?
Alan insists, he had the feeling that the man already wanted to hit him for asking so many questions.
- All I know is that my name begins with the letter B, and that I woke up in an abandoned house three days ago with a bruise on my head that was probably caused by a fall or a blow.
- Did you go to the police?
- Again you mean.
- What did they tell you?
- That I'm a homeless drunk who's just delirious.