After an injury, Pedri González is left with frustration and pain, willing to sacrifice everything to play. When his then-girlfriend, Julia Soler, tried to talk him out of playing, he broke things off...
Things from there take a terrible turn for th...
The neighbours watched the police take the intruder away, and Pedri let her go, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" He inquired frantically and checked everywhere on her body. He noticed the cut and bruise on her wrist and went into protective mode.
"Does it hurt?" He quickly asked, examining the cut, not allowing her to answer his first question.
"Yes I'm fine. Just a little bruised. Let's leave." Julia said, not wanting to stay at the house anymore, especially not alone. So they drove to Pedri's apartment, and he led her to his bedroom. His room was surprisingly very tidy and clean. He offered his clothes to Julia, and she went into the bathroom to change. She returned in his clothes. He was now distracted by the sight of her and got lost in observing her.
"You look so adorable in my clothes." Pedri smirked, pinching her cheeks and giving up his bed so that Julia could sleep. She climbed into bed and wondered if someone might break in again. He told her to go to bed, but she grabbed his shirt to stop him before he could leave.
"Stay." Julia said almost in a whisper. Pedri sighed and placed his body beside her. She was sceptical that someone would try to break in, but Pedri assured her she had nothing to worry about. After some time, sleep finally enveloped her. Pedri blinked his eyes, staring at her face and then adjusted the duvet. He realized she was still clutching his shirt and shaking from fear. He gently pulled her closer, and she buried her face into his t-shirt.
"You're safe. I'm not going anywhere." Pedri cooed.
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The next morning, Julia woke up to the smell of something burning. She looked to her right and saw that Pedri wasn't in bed anymore. She immediately jumped out of bed and sprinted downstairs. She began to freak out when she noticed how smokey the kitchen was.
"Pedri! There is smoke." She started screaming. She heard Pedri curse, and he walked out of the kitchen, holding a pan with charcoal eggs and what looked like bacon.
"Mierda, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But it obviously didn't turn out the way I planned." He said, frowning.
"Perhaps we could just eat out for breakfast?" Julia suggested. He agreed, and they both went off to eat. While sitting at the cafe with Pedri, news emerged that her house had been broken into, and their address had been leaked. She groaned as she saw a picture of her home and then herself on the TV screen in the cafe. Fortunately, the burglar was arrested and taken to jail. This was her second near-death experience in two years, and it jolted her. Julia felt cursed but also blessed because she survived both situations. How does one avoid death twice?
Meanwhile, her parents learned about the intruder and booked the first flight to Barcelona. She met them at her flat a little later, and they immediately embraced her. Her mom demanded why she hadn't informed them of the attack sooner. Julia didn't want to worry them because her parents were always worried lately. Pablo soon joined with a concerned expression and engulfed her in a hug.
"I'm so sorry, Jules. It's my fault. You wouldn't have stayed at the house if I hadn't told you that mom and dad weren't going to be there." He said, feeling partially guilty.
"No, Pablo. You cannot change fate. That was going to happen regardless. It was simply a coincidence that I was there-"
"Julia, your brother is right. You've already been the target of two attacks. The first time, we can say 'okay' but the second time 'no' something is unquestionably wrong. Someone is really trying to get to you, and we don't want more of whoever it is to find where you are. You need a bodyguard." explained her mother.
"But Mom-" Julia was about to protest, but she knew her mother wouldn't budge once she made up her mind.
"No buts.... I don't wanna hear anything." She stated, winning the discussion.
