𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 18+

24: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

My father glared at me harshly with disappointment as he took a seat next to Chase. My father hadn't been fond of Lorenzo after they had met at the hospital five years ago. He said I didn't need someone of his age in my young life, that I shouldn't be tied down with another woman's kid. But I didn't mind Esme, I saw her as my own.

"Hija, ¿por qué está aquí? No lo llamaste, ¿verdad? No debería estar aquí cuando necesite cuidar a su hijo." He sternly asked in a harsh tone as he spoke our mother language. When my father was mad, his accent became more dominant in his voice. He learned how to hide it after he arrived here.
{Translation: Daughter, why is he here? You didn't call him, did you? You shouldn't be here when you need to take care of his child.}

I withered away, flinching at his tone. Chase had a small smile on his face as he gleamed proudly at Lorenzo who looked extremely uncomfortable and pissed. Saude kissed his teeth and lifted Esme onto his back, leaving the kitten on my bed.

"Well, I saw jello cups on a cart down the ball and hospital jello is the shit soo... We're gonna go get some." He mumbled before leaving the room, not without nodding to Lorenzo of course.

The doctor decided to clear his throat, cutting the thick atmosphere full of powerful testosterone which was oozing from the glaring men in my room. "I-I'm going to finish some paperwork and get you your meds before I whoever your leaving with sign you out."

He dashed out the room with his clipboard gripped tightly to his chest and his glasses in his gray hair. Leaving me with the glaring men.

"Entiendo que no te guste que esté con tu hija, pero nunca hables de mi hija como lo has hecho antes, nunca más." Lorenzo sternly spoke in his deep, angry voice
{Translation: I understand that you don't like me being with your daughter, but never talk about my daughter like you have before, never again}

My father seemed shocked that he could speak Spanish, but then again if you look at Lorenzo he wasn't your average Hispanic 37-year-old. He was more of a man than he was 5 years ago. He was buffer with his shirt caressing his muscular body. He wasn't built with your normal dad body, Lorenzo was different.

"So you speak of our mother tongue. Then you should understand what is going on here and why you should leave." My father spat venomously towards Lorenzo.

Lorenzo's jaw clenched harshly, his veins popping out hit neck showing the faint greens and blues. "No cometeré el mismo error que cometí hace cinco años."

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"What the hell was that?!" Chase yelled as he slammed the car keys on our dresser top angrily. I jumped at the loud thud of his sudden, unexpected action as I faced the other way to the mirror. My hands pulled my dress over my head.

"I-I don't know." I answered weakly in a squeak. I slipped into the small cotton sweatpants and the light grey t-shirt that belonged to Lorenzo. The shirt was baggy on me and was pretty big, Chase never asked about it so I kept it when we moved.

"Yes! You do know! That-That little girl called you mommy?! You said you didn't want kids but you-"

"Chase, I'm practically her mother considering her relationship with her real mother sucks!" I interrupted.

Chase froze for a moment with his mouth gaped open. He didn't dare try to hide his intense anger towards me even with my pounding headache.

"You'll be the mother to a child that's not yours but won't mother our own." He huffed out angrily as he unclipped his watch, slinging the expensive piece of jewelry onto the nearby wooden nightstand.