Hispaliterario 10 La Huida Juan y Rubén//The Escape Juan and Rubén

~ Corre, corre, Juan. - grito Rubén antes de perecer.

Juan escuchó la voz de su amigo mientras se alejaba deprisa del alambrado, no tuvo el valor de mirar hacia atrás, su impulso era correr, correr, por el desierto, deseaba irse lo más pronto posible de ese lugar, deseaba olvidar todo lo ocurrido, no quería regresar a ese inferno nunca más.

Juan y Rubén se habían hecho amigos en la calle cuando dormían sobre cajas de cartón, comían lo que encontraban en la basura, lo que mendigaban o robaban, ellos se cuidarían entre sí, ese había sido su pacto.

Hasta que conocieron a Marcano, un viejo que ofreció cuidarlos a cambio de que trabajaran para él, una labor que nunca se imaginaron hacer. Al principio solo debían posar desnudos ante una cámara y sonreír, era fácil, incluso salía natural, luego el viejo comenzó a comercializar sus cuerpos en línea al mejor postor, una de las maneras más anónima de ejecutar la prostitución infantil.

Ellos, eran dos chicos sin familia, sin dolientes, en condiciones de calle, lo que los hacía ser unas presas fáciles para convertirlos en unos pervertidos, explotados, y desaparecerlos si fuera necesario, ya que no había quien los reclamaran, únicamente serían una escoria menos para la sociedad.

Cansados de la vida que llevaban, los amigos decidieron huir lo más pronto posible, consiguieron eludir la vigilancia y salieron por la parte de atrás de la casa, pero al momento de la partida Rubén tropezó con un alambre, que le corto la arteria femoral, de inmediato su sangre comenzó a salir a chorro solo logro gritarle a Juan antes de morir.

Juan nunca supo qué le había pasado a su amigo, corrió durante horas, bajo la luz de la luna llena, al cabo de un rato, el cansancio se apoderó de él, cayó de rodillas en el suelo, mientras un profundo suspiro salía de su boca, fue la forma en que logró descargar la tensión experimentada hasta el momento, volvió a tomar aire y lo exhaló lentamente, pretendía recuperar fuerzas para continuar, sabía que durante la noche era más fácil atravesar el desierto.

Con las pocas fuerzas que le quedaban se levantó y empezó arrastrar sus pies, no podía darse el lujo de quedarse a la deriva, tarde o temprano lo buscarían, debía aprovechar claridad de la luna y el frescor de la noche para andar y distanciarse lo más posible de aquel lugar. Más, sus piernas poco le respondían, su cuerpo ya no obedecía al mandato de su mente, estaba desconectado, entonces sintió como se iba desplomando y caía en un vasto sueño del cual pensó no volver a despertar.

~Run, run, Juan. - Ruben shouted before vanishing.

Juan heard his friend's voice as he quickly walked away from the fence, he did not dare to look back, his impulse was to run, run, through the desert he wanted to leave that place as soon as possible, he wanted to forget everything that had happened, I didn't want to go back to that hell ever again.

Juan and Ruben had become friends on the street when they slept on cardboard boxes, ate whatever they found in the garbage, whatever they begged or stole, they would take care of each other, that had been their pact.

They met Marcano, an old man who offered to take care of them in exchange for them working for him, a job they never imagined doing. At first, they just had to pose naked for a camera and smile, it was easy, it even came naturally, then the old man started selling their bodies online to the highest bidder, one of the most anonymous ways of doing child prostitution.

They were two boys without family, without mourners, in street conditions, which made them easy prey to turn them into perverts, exploited, and disappear if necessary since there was no one to claim them, they would only be one less scum for society.

Tired of the life the friends were leading they decided to flee as soon as possible, they managed to elude surveillance and left through the back of the house, but at the moment of departure, Ruben stumbled on a wire, which cut his femoral artery, immediately the blood began to spurt out, he only managed to scream to Juan before dying.

Juan never knew what had happened to his friend, he ran for hours, under the light of the full moon, after a while, fatigue took over him, he fell to his knees on the ground, while a deep sigh came out of his mouth, it was the way he managed to discharge the tension experienced so far, he took a breath again and exhaled it slowly, he intended to regain his strength to continue, he knew that during the night it was easier to cross the desert.

He began dragging his feet, he couldn't afford to remain drifting, they would look for him sooner or later he had to take advantage of the moonlight and the coolness of the night to walk and distance himself as much as possible from that place, but his legs did not respond much his body any longer obeyed the command of his mind, he was disconnected, then he felt how he collapsed and fell into a vast sleep from which he thought he would never wake up again.