"How do you mean?" He asked sitting on the couch chair across from me.
"I mean we only knew each other for a week. We didn't 'know' each other. Do you think that we'd be having this conversation if we didn't have a child?" I asked thinking to myself how stupid I was for doing what I did. I don't regret losing my virginity, but to a certain degree it was irresponsible of me.
"No. I still would've tried. I liked you then,and I like you now. I know that I don't know what you have been through,and what you both went through was because of my affiliations. But believe me when I tell you that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you both." He said with such emotion. I chuckle blowing out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.
"And you really believe that?" I asked truly trying to understand.
He only looks at me with confusion. "Yes I do."
"And what would our life be Marcos? You are still the head of a drug cartel." I whispered the last part. "Your father is still out there plotting and scheming. So there's that too. We live very far apart. No I think we shouldn't do this." For the life of me I don't know why my eyes started tearing up.
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
"Its not what you think. I.. I have a lot of issues that I'm still dealing with. That I don't think you'd want to be bothered with."
"But Samson will." He mumbled.
"What did you just say?!" I asked even though I heard what he said. "You know what let's talk about Samson!" I whisper yelled getting a little upset. "Why the hell would you attack him?! What did he do that justified you hitting him?!" I asked standing up from my place. Not to be out done Marcos stands up towering over me nostrils flaring staring me in the eyes. I have to admit it kinda turned me on,but now is not the time. "Because I was fucking jealous okay! Is that what you wanna hear." He seethed. "Seeing you and my son with him pissed me the fuck off. I made assumptions and..."
"And you fought with him." I said shaking my head.
"Why didn't you-" I stopped when miss Isabella interrupted.
"Uh hello. Excuse me. We all can kinda hear you. Umm maybe y'all should go into another room to have this discussion. You know for more privacy. We wouldn't want to disturb Michael now would we?" She asked looking between the two of us.
"No mãe. Sorry." He said looking from me to her.
"Sorry miss Isabella." She smiles nods then leaves. We leave out of the room,and go into the guest room. Marcos shuts the door.
"What were you going to say before my mãe interrupted?"
"I was just going to ask why you didn't come and talk to me. What were you thinking when you came to that resort,and did what you did? You could've at least had us in a room and then show up. I don't know the whole thing was just weird." Marcos was embarrassed.
Marcos folds his arms. "Yeah that was not a good idea now that I've had a chance to think about it."
"Marcos I mean even with the little bit of time that we had known each other we would talk, and I think that is what we really liked about each other. That you could be yourself with me,and I loved that." He stayed quiet and had a look of guilt.
"I know you said that I will never understand what you went through, but I can try. If you let me Melody."
"How?" I ask blinking back tears.
"Firstly my father is dead." He stated.
"And you know that for a fact?" I asked feeling a sense of relief.
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My Melody
Non-Fiction18 year old Melody Harris's life is not that of a typical young woman,being raised in the foster care system made her grow up fast.Being exposed to the harsh realities of life.She's had to deal with some heartbreaking circumstances,but through it...