"So what..?" || Kevin Álvarez

||6|| He Won't Know.

He pushes himself off my car window and waves bye as I pull out the car. He turns around before I can wave bye back.

Kevin's Pov;
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     I hurry to open the door. The sun has been set for a while now and I can't feel my numb hands. The lights are on so I know exactly what to expect. Its my fault really. For ignoring all the texts and calls.
     I don't care. It was all worth it. I could tell Y/n needed it.
     The key finally twists and I walk in the door. I take in a deep breath. Violeta sitting on the couch but doesn't look up. I close the door quietly and let out a pent up sigh.
(T: where the fuck where you)
      "En donde mierdas estabas?" She looks up from her phone. Chills run through my neck and I stop in my tracks.
      "I had extra work I needed to get done." I reply.
      She gets up and walks towards me. I start walking down the hall and hope I can make it to the guest bedroom before she catches up to me. The fact that she didn't just yell at me from the table and feels the need to get closer makes it all the more scary.
      "Extra work? What work do you have at a stupid festival?!" She yells this time.
Fuck. She had my location.
      "Why were you at a cafe before you shut off your phone?? You can't ignore me like that!!" Her yelling is starting to reach new extremes.
      I reach the fleet of stairs and start going up. "Can I not have a break anymore ??" My voice had a harsh edge to it but it was bellow me to yell at a woman. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't holding back, though.
     "Were you with someone? Do you have a slut on the side??" Violeta shook her head and waved her hands in frustration.
      I took in a deep breath. "Don't talk like that." I wanted to tell her off for even referring to Y/n as a slut. It wasn't her who suggested we went to the festival. It was all my doing. 
      She took in an exasperated breath. "You fucking cheater!! You're defending your little slut aren't you!" She barely stopped to take a breath. "Have some shame! When I find out who the slut whore is I will make sure to make her like a fucking hell!!!"
      I walk into the room and set my stuff down. I'm trying my best to ignore her but it's getting harder every fight. It wasn't always this bad, though.
      I feel her following. She slams the door open. It was completely uncalled for since I didn't even shut the door. "Talk to me goddammit!!" She turned me around with a strong yank. I didn't resist. It was pointless anyways. When she got like this it was best to just let her ride it out and hope tomorrow is better. "Say something!!" The veins in her neck pop.
       I let Violeta yell her profanities at me and it goes on for a while. She suddenly stops then looks over my shoulder. My phone is face down on the bed; Despacito is playing. I don't have time to panic before she shoves me and grabs my phone. She looks at it but she she was too late. The ringing stopped and all that was left was a missed call notification. It wouldn't give the name of the caller until my phone was unlocked.
       "Unlock this. Now."
       "What? No? That's my phone?!" I reach to grab it but she dodges it.
       "Maldito! It's your bitch huh!" She starts walking towards the hall with my phone still in her hand.
       "Give me my phone back. Violeta." This time I had to follow after her.
       "Who is the skank whore trying to steal my husband?!" She taps aimlessly at my phone trying to guess the password. I was starting to get seriously upset.
       "Don't call her that-"
Holy fuck.
        I stopped walking. I realized what I just said but hope she didn't. I press my lips in a thin line when she finally stops a couple feet in front of me.
       "So there IS someone else???" Her voice takes on a new anger.
       "Violeta- listen you're overreacting-"
       "Hijo de tu puta madre-" She turns around to face me. Our phones in each of her hands. "Maldito!!" She threw her phone and I barely dodged it.
       "You're not listening-" I get cut off by a sudden strike at my above my eye. It takes a bit for me to refocus. I'm leaning forward and have to steady myself with the wall. She threw my phone at me.
       "Mi amor!!" She yells runs towards me. Her tone completely changing.
       I look at my hand and it's red. It starts getting into my eyes and I hear droplets fall onto the floor. "Fuck" I murmur. I feel her wrap her arms around me. I instantly get away. "Don't touch me." I push past her.
        "Estas bien? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"
        I'm walking towards the front door now. I don't care if I'm still bleeding. 
        "Fine!! Go look for the skank you fuck! See if she cares about you!!"
        The cold slaps me in the face as I make my way on the gravel path to my car. I left my phone in there but I still have my keys in my pocket. I'm not going back tonight. I get in my car and start it.
        I've been driving in circles for a while now thinking of what to do. The best case scenario— and the only thing I can think of— is hope my keycard works at this hour, so I can get into my office and just sleep there. I don't have my phone or my wallet; just my keys.
         I reach my work building and it's all alone with the lights off. I'm a little embarrassed to admit I'm scared of the dark. I hesitantly make my way through the dark, lonesome building and find it to my office. All the while I thank God my keycard worked. I'm still bleeding quite a bit but haven't stopped to check how bad it looks; afraid of mirrors in the dark.
         I sit down on the soft couch and just lay there. I can't sleep but the clock says it's 12am. Great. I probably stained the couch with my blood. I'm so tired.