An Angel Fall

Acting

I woke up in his bed the following day, feeling numb, he was gone and I had flashbacks of yesterday's events, he was with her, she was expecting his child and he didn't want me to know.

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It's been two weeks, and my uncle hasn't attempted to contact me, and is weird because by this moment he would have at least attempted to talk about what happened, and how I got involved with Asher. I dream about him again last night, I woke up sweating and frustrated, since we don't share the same bed I miss his warmth, I stood up from the bed to take a bath, rubbing the washcloth against my skin harder than needed it, I intend to delete him from my skin, delete the goosebumps that formed everything time he whispered in my ear, delete all the kisses he covered my body with, to delete every forbidden touch I allowed him, delete all the jokes and intimate conversations we shared for the last couple of weeks, delete them because were a lie.

I got out of the bathroom just wearing a bathrobe, and he was there sitting on the edge of my bed, "don't hate me", he began saying and I held my breath, "not you", he continued doing pauses, "I didn't know was mine... She..."

"I don't want to hear it!", I cut him off, walked to the closet, and tried to close the door but he followed me and didn't let me.

"Rule number 1", he whispered and looked into my eyes directly, he looked desperate and I sighed I could not allow myself to fall for him again.

"Rule number 3", I refuted.

"That's why I gave you 2 weeks to cool off", he replied.

"And you think that's enough time for what you did?", I claimed.

"Rule number 2", he rebutted and I bit my lip.

"Can I at least get dressed?", I asked and he motioned me to do it, "get out and I will", I told him.

"I memorized every inch of your body already, there's no need for me to leave", he retorted and I felt my cheeks getting red, taking a breath I closed my eyes, "I'll turn my back", he added, and did.

While I dressed I remember the day we set those rules, we were on our first date after he arrived in Paris: 1) we need to communicate better, no screaming or yelling, no offenses or sarcastic comments. 2) we will always be honest and trust each other. 3) we will not talk about a subject if we don't want to or we are too upset.

"I'm done", I announced, and we walked back to the room, "please hurry to say whatever you want to say, I have to go to work".

"Stop... I'm trying hard to explain to you, and I know I cause you pain but I'm in pain too", he claimed.

"The moment to explain or talk to me was 2 weeks ago when I called you a fucking thousand times and you decided not to pick up your fucking phone", I yelled and inhaled trying to calm down.

"I needed a moment to figure out how to tell you what was going on!", he shouted back

"And you expect me to believe you? You didn't have the minimum intention to tell me what was happening, I saw the way you looked at me when I walked into that hospital", I argued

"I needed to process what happened, I never have to explain myself to anybody, and I now, I don't only have to but I also want to explain you...", I pursed my lips and prompted him to continue, "Olivia showed up in my office and we fight about a business deal I closed, it was with one of her husband biggest clients and she claimed I was impacting her finances and I told her I didn't care about her and her finances... She told me I should because it was my child the one she was expecting, I got furious with her for hiding that information from me for the past three months... She tried to leave and didn't let her... I wish I had let her", he ran his hand through his hair, I wiped a tear that fell uninvited on my cheek, "she fell and I took her to the hospital, then I saw your face on the screen of my phone calling and I didn't know what to do... I didn't want for you to know because I didn't want to you see me as a monster, I killed my child", he confessed.