How can you call it? Mireya perhaps, it is likely that this is a good name. Mireya
learned to use the internet because a friend from the neighborhood said it was the best way to forget Fredy (this may be the name of it).
The two lived in a slum of delusion Cereté and that meant her friend out of it until a stationary center had computers with connection. The idea was that Mireya friend climb a photo of yourself to one of those many places to get a date and could "find some gringo get you out of this hole and take you away from the scourge of Fred."
After dating for three years the relationship had reached a point impossible, Fredy's continued unabated, he prevented from using what he considered provocative clothing, paint their nails, talk to other men and as if this were not enough had inflicted two tremendous beating that nearly sent to the clinic. After the last, Mireya forces met where there was and against all odds, because many of their neighbors were tied for life to male abusers, ended with Fredy.
The friend knew enough of the internet and was quick to upload your photo, previously selected among the few that had no Fredy, and filled the information in your profile.
John, insurance called John, he answered quickly. He had learned some English in school and this smiling mulatto was enough reason to try to practice.
Initially, they were text messages asking for basic information, was not the only one who had appeared so much was not Mireya said of him during the first months because I had many messages to answer. But most were quickly disappearing, some, bored others hinted at something sexual and frightened, and outside was always John and at one point and was not interested in anyone other than this gringo who lived alone in a small town in the middle of Ohio.
John took classes to improve their English and their emails were getting longer ... Started sharing dreams, telling stories and suddenly it was so cold in January in the town of Ohio and Cereté was less tiny and hot.
A Mireya and things did not seem as though Fred was fatal harassment, insults in the street, throwing stones at the window while drunk.
John was sensitive to Mireya modest life and wanted to send money, now could not send much but it would be very happy if she would buy some things and think from time to time in it. Mireya
money initially received with suspicion and then with joy, could provide some luxuries but above all seriously contemplated the possibility of splitting .. The task, however, was not easy for the issue of visa. John began to make inquiries, something should be done. One morning he said maybe it was easier to get married and while he wrote that held his breath. After two years of writing this was the email I wanted more than anything to receive Mireya and that day she had hitherto been quiet, made the fatal mistake of telling the story because a neighbor came home smiling. "Hey, Look at that face ... what?" "Nothing Doña sole, that suddenly I'm out of here soon that I marry a gringo and I leave this hell."
The news spread like wildfire. He soon reached the ears of Frederick ...
If this were a story and not a real life story I may invent that followed for days yelling profanities and obscenities in the street, or perhaps that waited a day to hit behind a wall, until, in a moment of perversion, could devise who raped his way home while I said "let's see if now dog will love this gringo bastard."
But no ... in real life, our assumption Fredy, along with some friends, he waited to leave your appointment online and abducted her. I can not even imagine that it was during those days he was captive, what horrors could have been made. While this happened Fredy
agreed to mail Mireya (she revealed key insurance) and wrote the poor John an e-awful demanding money in exchange for the release of Mireya.
John, who imagine in their suburban house should not have been gringo understand much. Much overwhelmed, how helpless he must have felt as thought they were doing to collect the money (an absurd figure.) His concern was seen abruptly interrupted by an email written by Mireya's friend, informing him that it had been found dead, not to send anything and did not have to write more. Finally, Fredy I wanted was to kill it, submit it to the final torture, trampling of all the illusion that he had away from him. Mireya
then ended his days killed brutal manner by the ex-boyfriend wild. John, I suppose, felt an intense cold down her back and then left alone in front of a screen in an empty house inert and silent than ever, ever, was emptier and quieter than this time.
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