The Dancing Torera

39

Anais

Mrs. La Renta comforted me as I cried in her arms.
"It is all all my fault." I sobbed.

"It is not Anais. It's not" she reassured me, pushing my hair from my face. My cheeks were sticky with hot tears while my hair a mess. The police had cuffed Esteban before processing him in the jailhouse.

"It is. I should have never dated Esteban."

"That would deprive you of your happiness. The Presidente has too much power Anais. He should have never taken advantage of you and threatened you with Esteban's career. He knows you love him" she frowns, dismissing my victim mentality.
It truly was nobody's fault but the Presidente's.
He would pay for his deceit.

The phone rang and I ran to the receiver, praying it was Esteban on the other line. "Hello?"

"Is this the house of Esteban La Renta? We are with Everyday Espana magazine and we were wonder—-"

"Stop calling this line you putas!!" I fumed, slamming the phone down.
Why hadn't Esteban called from his jail?! We needed to know what jail he was in so we could bail him out.

The door bell rang for the the 20th time today and Mrs. La Renta went and looked though the  sheer curtains of the window.

"It's James, Louis, and Hector!" She whispered before opening the door to let them in. "Come in, quickly!" She urged. A slew of camera lights flashed before she slammed the door shut.

"Where is he?" I asked, standing up from the sofa.

"At the jailhouse in El San Paso. We tried to get Esteban out but they refused." Luis revealed.

"They need the bail so until we bring that in, they will continue holding him there." Hector stresses, rubbing his temples in annoyance.

I collapsed to the couch at the news and sobbed, thinking of the day and it's string of tragic events. How could Esteban be so reckless?
James walks over to where I cried and hugged my shoulders, coaxing me to calm. "We will get him out of there Anais. Don't worry" he smiles.

I look up at them but couldn't help my tears. "It's all my fault. You guys are loosing sponsors, Esteban is in jail because of me, and I—"

"Stop Anais" Luis snaps, dismissing the propsterious suggestions. "It's not your fault."

"The president has had it out for Esteban since he slept with his wife" James chuckled. I looked over at Esteban's mom but she rolled her eyes and went to make some tea. She hated hearing about her son's escapades.

"He has been planning his downfall since then. He just found an opening through you" Hector advocated. I was shocked that Hector of all people was taking my side. He was the one who said I was tarnishing his career so it was a bit shocking hearing his support.

The phone rang again and Hector ran, picking up the receiver. "Hello? Yes we'll accept the charges.
Esteban! You gordo!!"

Mrs. la Renta came out the kitchen, wiping her hands clean. She was curious to hear the updates about her son.

"I'll come with the money. Hang tight. And don't get into any more trouble" he cursed before chuckling. I knew Esteban had said something naughty.

"Yes she's here. Gloria?" Hector calls out for her. She runs to the phone and presses her ear to the receiver.

"Esteban? Nino? Are you okay? You're gonna make me die young!" She curses him" she nodded her head, tearing up but nodding. "My hair is gray because of you." She curses, smiling with jest, "Okay.
I love you too" she smirked, nodding and humming before looking over at me. "Anais" she pushed it into my hand, leaning her free palm over my shoulder in comfort.