Liar's Desire ✔️

19| Fiesta

Carlos's POV

You'd expect someone like my dad to isolate his family because of all the danger he's always in. You'd expect someone like him to say no to parties and be extremely strict, which he usually is. But, I was in my bedroom as the music played at the highest volume. My dad was known as someone who had no social life in the office, and his goal was to change that. 

"Baila, baila hasta que te caigas, bailemos hasta que te caigas," the songs that they were playing were all spanish songs and I could tell my parents were laughing when the explicit ones came on and his co-workers danced like it was any other song, "Dance, dance until you drop, dance until you drop." 

It was weird to see my dad having fun. I wasn't mad or anything, it was just really weird. I just locked myself in my room so that way I didn't have to deal with whatever was going on downstairs. 

Knock knock. 

"Mom I already told you, I don't want to try a sip of your tequila!" I yelled. 

The door opened and it was Tiffany. I hadn't seen her in a while, but I knew that it was her. The same hair color the same face. The only thing that was different was that she wasn't in her uniform, which it would be weirder if she was because it was Saturday. 

"How did you even find out where I live?" I asked, getting off my bed and heading closer to the drawer that had my knife in it. 

"Chillax Carlos, I'm not here to brutally murder you," she said, "I'm here to say sorry." 

"Okay, you said it," I said, "You can go now."

"You don't understand, do you?" she said, "I regret everything I've done to you, and I'm really sorry about the past." 

She sounded sincere but something wasn't right, whenever Tiffany was involved nothing was right. 

"Okay, thanks," I said, "So, you'll be heading out now?"

"Why are you so scared?" she asked, "I've seen how you shovel snow, you could easily beat me to the pulp." 

"You're stalking me," I stated, "Thats not very nice, is it Tiffany?"

"You sound like a teacher," she responded, "Can't we just make amends?" 

"Justify stalking me then," I said, "Can you justify that?"

"No, I can't," she said, "But I wasn't exactly watching you, I was watching Stephanie." 

"You don't even know Stephanie," I replied, "Do you?"

"No, but I know her socials," Tiffany said, coming closer to me. 

I was trained to do a lot of things, and kicking peoples butt was one of them. The thing is, my body wouldn't move. I was standing next to my shelf that had a knife in the second to top drawer  and I felt paralyzed. My breathing was a bit stuttered and I just wanted to get away from Tiffany. 

"Come on! It's a perfectly good apology," she said, "You don't have to forgive me, just accept the apology." 

She came close to me and lifted up her hand to take off her hair tie. I flinched and she just stared at me with a puzzled look on her face. She put the hair tie on her wrist and took a step back, "You good, Carlos?" 

"How did you even get my address?" I asked her. My heart was beating so fast to the point I thought it was going to leap out of my chest. 

"Tristan gave me it," she said, "I told him I wanted to apologize. Your mother let me in." 

I wasn't mad at Tristan for giving her my address to be honest, I just wanted Tiffany out of my home. Looking at her gave me flashbacks to all the pain I endured for around a school year. Like the time she locked me in the janitors closet, or the time she burned me with a hair iron, or the time Hinata grabbed my arms and Tiffany pointed a very real looking gun at me, and so on. Tiffany was evil, a blonde devil that escaped from the pits of hell. 

"Stop shaking," she said, "I won't hurt you, Carlos." 

I was stronger than her. Not taller since we were the same height, but I was stronger and better than her. Why was I so afraid of her? Maybe I was traumatized from everything their little group put me through but even so, I shouldn't have been so afraid, it was stupid. 

She grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall. I didn't want to see her face so I turned my head to the side. Tiffany was malicious and I didn't believe any of her sweet words. 

"I'm sorry for all of these burn marks," she began, "It must've been painful in the moment, yeah?"

Tiffany was a bitter piece of candy coated in sugar. She appeared to be so sweet and pretty but her as a person wasn't very tasteful. 

"Let's talk," she said, "Come on, it won't be too long, I just want to discuss our past." 

I went along with it. My hands were shaking and I just wanted to disintegrate there and then. 

We sat down on my bed and Tiffany began to speak, "How's your new school?"

"I thought we were going to talk about the past," I said. 

"I'm trying to keep this light hearted," she said, "How about you start the conversation." 

"Why are you actually here, Tiffany?" I asked, "I know you're not here for some talk about the past." 

She hugged me. I couldn't remember the last time someone hugged me so genuinely. She whispered, "It's alright, you're going to be fine," and that was enough to make me cry. 

I wasn't expecting myself to be crying in Tiffany's arms, but it seemed so genuine. She held me tightly and I continued to cry even after my eyes burned.