<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos didn't answer her question, he drove the patrol car some hundred yards down the street, before he turned into a parking lot and switched off the motor. He turned to Lea and threw the bottle in her lap.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, Lea. You want to escape again? There's a bottle, escape. But the next time you put a bottle or a drink at your lips I want you to remember the face of John and to tell yourself how he would think of you, seeing you like that. If you don't have enough pride of your own, maybe you will do it for the memory of your family. It is your decision, I will not stop you emptying this bottle. I will drive you home, put you in your bed and I will leave. It will kill me to know that you refused to let me help you again, but maybe I deserve that my life shatters into thousand pieces for loving you and for not saving you the first time. Maybe it is best that I never love again and that I end as some corrupt officer in the gutter. Or maybe I start raping all those girls who fear me. Would the knowledge that you caused so much misery be enough to make you end your sorry life?"</span><br/><br/>He started the car and drove like crazy back to her apartment. Stopping the car in front of her front door, he leaned over and opened the door. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Get out, Lea. Tell me that you don't want my help and you are back where you had been yesterday. Or tell me that you want my help and I return later, after I brought this car back to the station."</span></div>