Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 33｡+*

Mauricio got behind the wheel of the vehicle, sighed and looked at the mulatto woman sitting in the passenger seat. Narin sat curled up and leaned against the car window. She was silent, she was still dirty, and the tears she was shedding even more smeared the blood on her face.

"Is she dead? " She asked after a while, not even looking at the brunet.

"No." Man replied her. "Itzel will be fine. The wound isn't that serious." He looked at her again. "I called an ambulance, they'll take care of her."

Vazquez nodded in understanding, then sniffed softly and wiped her cheeks with her hands.

"Can we go now?" She asked after a moment.

"Sure." He replied and started the car's engine.

"Mauricio?" She whispered, still not daring to look at him.

"Hm?"

"Can I stay with you tonight?" She asked uncertainly. "Somehow I don't want to stay alo..." She started but didn't finish, not really knowing how to choose words.

"My door is always open for you, chinita. " He said with a warm smile, then he started and headed towards his house.

Half an hour later, they were there.

Narin walked slowly into the trader's house. The woman looked around, even though she knew her friend's apartment by heart. She felt her growing anxiety and great loss. She didn't think she'd feel this way, she didn't like moments like this because she never knew what to do with herself.

The mulatto sighed softly.

After a moment, Serrano approached her and smiled pleasantly. As always, he talked a lot and the smile never left his face. Sometimes it annoyed Narin a little, but now, she felt immense gratitude that the man was trying to keep her mind busy.

"Why don't you go take a bath first, hm?" He asked, looking at her. A moment later, without a word, he entered the bathroom and began to prepare a warm bath for his beloved. "Pick out a change of clothes, you know where to find them!" He called from a distance.

Narin looked from the trader to his other room. She walked over to it and looked in his closet, then picked out some clothes. She opted for a black shirt, which was still way too big for her. The woman was sure that once she put it on, it would come down to about her knees, but she didn't mind that fact.

After choosing clothes, she looked again into the bathroom, where a bath was waiting for her. Mauricio also prepared fresh towels for her, which involuntarily made the mulatto smile.

"You look cute when you're so worried." She said, which caught his attention.

Serrano laughed softly.

"Carefully or I'll blush." He waggled his finger at her.

A few minutes later, Narin was in the tub, thoughts still swirling in her head. A lot had happened today and the woman had to sort it out slowly, but she wasn't doing very well. She drifted off deep in thought, completely forgetting about the surrounding reality.

During this time, Mauricio managed to prepare a hot meal, and when he looked at his beloved again, he saw her thoughtfulness, sighed softly and approached her. The mulatto didn't even begin to thoroughly rinse off the dried blood, so the brunet decided to help her.

While Narin sat with her knees drawn together and her hands folded together, Serrano reached for a sponge and gently began to wash her back. His warm touch made the woman come to her senses for a moment and turned her head towards him, but still she didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say or how to act. She kept thinking back to what had happened a few hours earlier. Many times she wondered what it would be like to raise a hand against Candela or Itzel. She hadn't expected it to feel like this. She felt as if her system had crashed.