Chapter 17

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Esteban' POV

I can't believe I just told Abuela everything like this. Now she is going to tell everyone. This is what I wanted to avoid. Avoid, troubling them with all of my issues. Avoid, being a burden. Avoid, trying to gain sympathy from my family who have already done so much for me. And what did I give them in return. Pain, suffering and betrayal. That's all I have given them, throughout my life. I just keep on hurting them. I need to do something. I need to stay away from them, so that they can be happy and don't have to deal with my shit. That's what I am going to do. Leave. If I'm not there my family doesn't have to deal with my problems. They don't have to feel burdened and obligated to take care of me. I know they won't hesitate for even a second to help me because they are good people. Good people that would do anything for me. But, I don't deserve their help. I am a terrible person, the cause of their problems and I need to get rid of it. I start packing my bags so that I can leave as soon as I can. I already told abuela that I am going to meet some friends so she won't be suspicious of me leaving. But, I still want to say goodbye to my family one more time. So after packing my bags, I go to the living hall where my whole family was. 

"Guys" I say as I entered "I am leaving to go visit my friends." 

"Ohk mijo enjoy, I will ask the servants to take you on the carriage." abuelo said

"No that's ok abuelo, I will just take my horse, that would be faster." I replied I couldn't take a carriage if I wanted to leave

"Are you sure primo?" Elena said

"Ya, is it safe for you to go there alone?" Isa also joined in on the conversation. 

"Ya, don't worry I'll be ok." I replied

"Ok, mijo if that's what you think, be safe." abuela replied. 

"Ok bye everyone." I replied and turned towards the door

"Bye, see you soon." everyone said but little did they know this would be the last time they would see me. 

I looked at them one last and with one smile closed the door and left. I took my horse and left. Left my family, left the house I grew up in, left everyone I loved. I left everything behind. Tears started spilling through my eyes even though I knew this was for the best. But that didn't make it hurt any less. 

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