I Would Have You In My Dreams Forevermore (Bruno Madrigal x female reader)

Confrontation With Julieta

We talked quietly, and I reassured Isa that I would try my hardest not to yell at her madre. She thanked me and I returned inside and caught up to Bruno. He and I entertained the family as we did every night, but afterwards we discussed how to deal with Julieta. Telling him truthfully that I didn't want to really try to communicate with her, he nodded in understanding. We talked about it for most of the night, deciding that I should be the bigger person and try and nip her resentment in the bud. I was also warned that Julieta may get violent by Bruno. We therefore decided to wait until after the blueprints were handed over to Mirabel and the builders. Bruno recounted a story about Julieta getting mad and tearing up his writings when they were teens, and thus chose this as the best course of action.

The first time I tried to talk to her she left the house. Agustin shook his head and shrugged, grabbing a jacket and following his wife. The second time, I tried to corner her in the kitchen. She held a knife and looked at me with deadly intent, so I was the one to flee. The next few times she just ignored me.

I could feel my inner anger boiling at that point. I just wanted to talk things out without it ending in a shouting match. Julieta, well she was making that very difficult. Every night after dinner for nearly a month I tried to corner her. Every day for that same month I tried to talk to her as we worked on Casita, only to have her ignore me. That is until I stormed over to her after dinner, trying to give her no choice.

"Julieta, we need to talk. And I mean really talk, stop avoiding it, stop avoiding me. We live under the same roof and we need to communicate." I seethed. She ignored me, as usual. Standing there for five minutes seething in her direction, I gave up. Pulling my scarf over my head, I went to go to the back yard. It looked like another night of smashing pots.

I didn't hear her, but I suddenly felt the pull at my scarf. It pulled me back and tightened around my throat. I scrambled backwards only to stop as I heard a heart stopping rip of fabric. Quickly turning back to Julieta who held half of the scarf she and Pepa gave me years ago, she stood chest heaving and anger blazing in her eyes. I felt at that moment my anger double, filling my body. That scarf was a piece of hope that kept me together for ten years, and it was torn by someone who gave it to me.

"Why on earth would I want to communicate with you?" She said seething. "You ruined everything. I worked so hard for this family! I slaved my life away and upheld every stupid, outlandish want my mother asked for. Then you come in and steal my family, my children, the loyalty of my husband!"

"I stole nothing Julieta!" I rose my voice, "I unlike you, actually put the people above stupid rules!" I let my pent up frustrations fuel my words. "How did I steal your family? By loving them?! And your kids, well that's on you! And Agustin, maybe listen to him. Listen to the people you claim to love so much!"

"I have done nothing to my kids!" Julieta said poking her finger at my chest.

"Exactly!" I said letting out a dark chuckle, my shoulders going back as I displayed my dominance in the argument. "You did nothing. Nothing for Isabela, nothing for Luisa, and definitely nothing for Mirabel! Who do you want to start with Julie? Hmm? Isabela?" I gave her a poisonous look that made her step back. "She thought she had to be perfect. Funny how the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, right Julieta? She was thirteen and told me everything, she was thirteen and already done with your family! You refused to look deeper than what you and Alma wanted to see! Then there was Luisa, how in the fucking world did you not see how many responsibilities you gave a literal child? But you were fine, so everything and everyone else was as well right?!"

Letting out a scoff I laid into her more. "Do you know how many days, and times I wanted to take Mirabel from that fucking house and give her a place where she was loved? That kept me up almost every day. You didn't even comfort your own child, whom you claim to love, on the hardest day of her life. You! You let your daughter get humiliated by the whole town. And do you know who picked up the pieces for Mira? Who told people off that said cruel things to her? News flash, it wasn't you. Bruno and I comforted her the day shit went wrong in your eyes. I told townspeople to shove it when Mirabel was being talked about cruelly. I dried her tears and told her the fucking truth. I told her that no gift was as special as her. You want to resent me? Go right on ahead, but I resent you. I resent you for wishing for and planning on letting me die, I resent you even more for what you did to your children."