Vivir Después de Morir

Por Anateyac Bonilla

Cuando sientas que ya no puedes más, que todo terminó para ti, que poco a poco te hundes en el abismo, aférrate y valora lo positivo en tu vida. Recuerda que si caes, también puedes levantarte.

• Idioma: Español
• Editorial: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Fecha de lanzamiento: 19 nov 2019
• ISBN: 9781643341590

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To Live After Dying

Vivir Después de Morir

Anateyac Bonilla

Derechos de autor © 2021 Anateyac Bonilla

Todos los derechos reservados

Primera Edición

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

Primera publicación original de Page Publishing 2021

ISBN 978-1-64334-158-3 (Versión Impresa)

ISBN 978-1-64334-159-0 (Versión electrónica)

Libro impreso en Los Estados Unidos de América

Table of Contents

Capítulo 1

Capítulo 2

A story that could be your life, a real-life story. I want to share it and tell you how I was able to overcome 2 addictions, but I could not overcome the rape and I want to tell you and be able to take out the pain and bitterness that have consumed me year after year.

In the 1930s, on a beach with few inhabitants, a young fisherman kidnaped a humble and poor peasant, fatherless and although she was almost a child, she would be his companion for the rest of his life. On another similar beach, not far away, in the big house, the firstborn of a rich man was born, where money abounded, where the chief was the owner of almost the entire town. Due to coincidences of life, the poor man and the rich man, shared the same birth dates and same name, although different last names, and I would carry the same blood of those two men.

Over the years, the humble couple had 8 children, 3 boys and 5 girls. They all dedicated their lives to fishing and growing corn and other products. A family very loved by whole town and its surroundings, many people bought their products. One day the chief’s son of the neighboring beach met the eldest daughter of the humble couple and is captivated by her, a humble young woman with the values that his parents had instilled in her, a young woman who does not know about the evil and feelings of that man that destiny had put in her way. He returned every day to see her until one day he kidnapped her by climbing her on his horse and kept her away from her family. Time does not stop, she accepted her new life and like her mother, she also gave birth to 8 children, 4 girls and 4 boys…I was one of those children.

In the few visits to my mother’s family, although I was little, I could see how happy they were, the peace was felt in the air around that humble family, they were so united, they welcomed their children with joy and with much love. The differences between my mother’s side of the family and my father’s side were radical. My mother’s family visits were very few, my grandparents were happy to see us, although there was no money, there was peace and love.

At my father’s family there was only screams and violence, even if there was plenty of money and material things. My father’s mother had passed away, she was the only one who gave us a kiss and a little love. His father was an angry man who punished us for anything, he liked to use his whip on us, although he rarely was able to punish me, I was good climbing trees, so he used to send my cousins to reach me, they were lucky to grab me or rather panic not to take me with him because they were the ones who suffered the punishment.

My father liked to drink and mess around with women and every time he got home drunk, he beat my mother, my younger brothers and I hid under the beds or the dining room table; from there we saw how he mistreated my mother. One day my mother received news that they had taken my father to prison for killing another drunk man. We were so little, and we did not understand what was happening, the only thing my brothers and I were aware of was freedom. We were free, we ran, played and visited my grandparents every weekend.

One day my grandfather Rico stopped helping my mother, we did not understand why, and my mother only said to us: These are adult things. But we didn’t need grandpa. My older brothers were athletes and had their own businesses. In addition, we had land, hired staff to work. Already two of them had gotten married and I was 7 years old. My little brothers were 4 and 2. I taught myself to ride a horse and when I turned 10, I was already a great rider. I was also an aunt, the family had grown, but the youngest baby was my favorite, he was the son of one of my brothers and I always saw him as the perfect baby boy. Those were very happy days.

I was a dreamer and I enjoyed running through the countryside. One night, when I was 12 years old, I was falling asleep when somebody knocked on our door, I didn’t know why but those knocks on the door scared me a lot, my mom answered the door and I fell asleep without knowing who it was. The next morning, like every day, I went to saddle my horse, but before going out to ride, my mother came to me and said: Don’t go out sweety. Your father has returned. He arrived last night and wants to see everyone. I walked behind my mother and I saw everyone gathering in the dining room, when I saw him in front of me, I panicked. I felt an inexplicable fear that left me without moving, without being able to say a word, all that was like a bad dream. I heard my mother say: Hug your father, aren’t you glad to see him? I said nothing and hugged him, and my feet shook when I felt his hands. Joy for some and fear for the rest of us by the return of the head of the household.

After 2 or 3 weeks, one night I woke up scared, I felt like someone touched my body, I couldn’t scream, fear paralyzed me and a hand that covered my mouth. He was the man who had just returned home with his family after several years of absence, the man who had fathered me, there he was groping my body, leaned down on my face and said in a very low voice: Don’t shout or make noise. Even if I wanted to scream, I couldn’t say a word, I was paralyzed by fear.

What was that happening? Was it a nightmare? Why couldn’t I move? The night became so long that when the roosters announced the dawn, I was afraid to open my eyes, I thought: What do I do? Do I tell mom, or do I run without stopping? But my mother’s voice brought me back to reality when she said: Honey, why didn’t you get up? Aren’t you going to ride today? I felt it was time to tell my mother, but I almost died of fright when I opened my eyes and saw him behind her beckoning me to shut up. Without saying anything, I got up and went to take refuge in the bathroom, he followed me and said: If you say something, I’ll kill your mother and throw your brothers into the sea. I did not matter. I didn’t want him to hurt my little brothers.

I went out, saddled my horse and ran and ran aimlessly until my horse could no longer walk. I stopped, got off my horse and cried, I didn’t know what to do, I wanted to die, but I thought about my little brothers, my little nephew, who at his little years and sickly had left his mother. I returned home without being able to do anything.

My nightmare continued, every night he got up when everyone slept to touch my intimate parts and my breasts that at that age were barely visible. My sad secret had turned me quiet and shy. In the mornings I rode and in the afternoons I sat on the shore of the immense sea to look at the infinite, wishing that someone or something would come out of the sea and take me, but nobody came and saw the nightfall with panic and so my nightmare continued lifetime.

One day, to my relief, it happened again; he got arrested because he had tried to kill someone. We were free again, but I was no longer the same, I had become quiet, fearful, any noise made me urinate in my bed. My brothers traveled often and when they visited us, they always noticed something was wrong with me: What do you have, little sister? Why so quiet? I angrily replied: Nothing. I could not speak, I was afraid, even though he was gone, I thought he would return soon. My life was no longer the same, my mother told my brothers that maybe it was that I had the responsibility of taking care of my little brothers and my little nephew while she worked and, despite my fears, they had become my reason to live, I had become like a mother to them.

I was almost 15 years old. Despite my bitterness and my painful secret, my still innocent heart was sure that my prince was going to take me. My mother was already making my dress, there was only one week left for my Quinceañera party, but one of those nights, I woke up when I heard voices, at first, I thought I was dreaming, that I was having a nightmare, but it wasn’t a nightmare, I was listening to