That Spanish Tutor (BxB)

CAPÍTULO 14

The moment my body hits the bed, is when I start to breakdown. Mikel's dad arrived a few minutes later after we kissed, and my head was clouded and it was really good kissing him, but I don't think I have braced myself enough for this. Acting on my feelings, a new unfamiliar territory, feels like the worst idea I ever had.

My whole body is shaking. I stare at my fingers, and my vision gets blurry. My eyes water, and tears begin streaming down my cheeks. Low quiet hiccups and my sniffing are the only noise heard in my room.

I grab my phone, opening the contact, and look at my mom's old phone number that I haven't deleted yet, and I cry for more. Moms make everything better, and my mom is not here, and I'm so fucking scared. I have no idea what's going on with me. I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore.

The phone falls on my lap as I stare at the screen, and tear drops on the screen of my phone. My lips start shaking, and my throat begins to hurt. Alex, if he were here, would be asking what happened because he's caring, and he worries about me. He's always been like that even though I'm the older brother.

I wish my loved ones were here. They would make me feel better – just their presence is enough. I lie down on my bed with a heavy heart. My eyes now hurt from crying.

As the night goes deeper, so does my thinking. I keep thinking about the kiss we shared, and Jorge's words, and Mikel's smile, and everything is causing my head to have a massive migraine. The tears on my cheeks have already dried, and they feel sticky and my face feels stretched. My chest feels heavy, and my breathing is somewhat uneven.

I've been thinking whether I should call Alex or any of my friends, but I'm not a big talker, and I'm not even sure of what to tell when... if they pick up my call. I've never opened up the big crisis of my life to anyone, and Mikel is the only person I told so much about my family, but he's part of my problem and I can't call him and tell him any of it.

But at the same time, deep inside, there's a longing feeling, a need to see him despite all this mess and internal chaos I'm experiencing.

Does this normally happen? Is this how people figure out that they need someone in their life? I've got so many questions, but none of them have answers. At least at the moment. My room has gotten dark as the night goes deeper, and the only light illuminating the room is the screen of my phone.

When the morning comes, with little sleep I have, I lazily move across the room and check myself in the mirror. There are bags under my eyes, and they are dark. They don't look good on me at all. I look like I came straight out of a zombie apocalypse, and I was the big bad villain. I let out a huge sigh as I take in my appearance.

Taking out Pablo, spending the day with Jorge, and thinking of Mikel took my energy yesterday and for today. I can barely move my muscle, and doing so will result in pain in my head. I take cautious steps as I head downstairs.

Tita is combing Pablo's hair. They both look up and see me coming down, and Pablo runs towards me. He gives me a big hug and the sudden impact causes my migraine to, well, give more pain. I gently smile at him and pat him on his head, and tita looks at me with her scrutinizing gaze. I look at her with curiosity and immediately panic internally. Does she know? How did she know that Mikel and I end up kissing in that hospital room?

"¿Cómo está Mikel?" Tita asks me. "Is he doing great? Why's he in the hospital?"

"He's fine," I tell her, taking a seat on the other sofa. Pablo moves his toy cars to give me space and gives me a toothy grin. "He had appendicitis, and José told me that um, Mikel didn't tell anyone that he was... experiencing stomachache all day. For how many days. And when the doctor did some tests, they didn't let him go and Mikel had to be operated right away."