My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Listening

Once I was done, I felt refreshed. Just like he promised, Hector left me clothes to change. They were simple too but I didn't care now .

"This dude is tall..these are hanging on me"
I complained as always. Finally I was done and my stomach began to growl again. I was way too ashamed to ask for food and I had no idea where he was anyway.. I sat down on the couch. There was a flesh blanket too.
"Why would anyone with billions choose a humble life..."
I asked myself and got the answer from Hector himself .
"Because I was born in dirt. I know what it feels like to be poor. I barely spend my money on myself. I give away for charity and my father. He gave up on money as well..."
His voice was soft and honest. He sat down next to me, wasn't so intimidating this time. In the silence, I could observe him a bit. Although he was the *original Miles* now I saw the difference. Not from the outside. From the inside.
"My mom was Peruvian and my father is half Mexican. Mom moved to Mexico once they got married. They were young when my father decided to try his luck in the big apple. They never knew luxury , never seen the shiny things in life but they were hard workers. My father studied so much and taught me everything he knew"
As much as I disliked this man, I was actually curious now. I tilted my head slightly , giving him the hint to continue.
"I was born here, but I know my heritage , I was taught about my roots. I'm 34, I may seem and sound arrogant to you, but you don't know me enough to judge"
"You don't know me either yet you keep calling me spoiled"
"Well, aren't you? Your parents are busy since the day you were born. They gave you everything to feel less guilty for not being able to spend time with you. It's not your fault , neither theirs. They probably didn't think it over. Once you have a child,  they are a lot of responsibility and you need to give up your time for them. And I don't mean it in a rude way.  They wanted you but it was too late when they realized that they can't give you the time you need. Giving a child material things work in the short run but not the long. Slowly they get used to it and don't want to spend time with their parents since those people got replaced by money and *good stuffs*. "
I hated how right he was. I used to feel my parents' love. That they care..but little by little it faded. I no longer mind them being away. I used to cry when I had to spend time without them while others were on holidays and vacations with their family and there I can't have a simple dinner with them..
"Yes you're spoiled, but it does not necessarily make you a bad person. You got what you wanted but not what you needed. We're different. You've never seen the poor side of life yet you're the poor one here. Not experiencing how it feels to be loved by your own parents. Miles is there, but tell me. Isn't he just another *replacement*?  He gives you attention, he cares but he can't give love."
I felt my heart breaking even more . Day to day I understood a little better.. I can love him with my whole being if he is not capable of loving me back ..
".. but I can't let him go.. I need him. Even if it hurts, at least he's there to comfort me..  No one else does! For them I'm a lost case... "
Tears began to flow from my eyes. Welcome back headache..
Why do you make a child if you won't share love with them?? If you have no time? If you prioritize anything but them...
"They'll understand. Slowly you'll be able to let go of Miles. But I'm afraid as long as you lie to yourself and think it's love, you'll be hurt more and more"
Every single one of his words hurt like a sharp knife , penetrating into my heart on and on.. but he was right.. I was so lost. If no one can love me..what's the purpose of being alive?
"It's okay, come here "
He was warm, he smelled nice. His embrace was familiar , except I could hear his heart beating. I hated myself for showing up this weak and vulnerable.. I barely knew this man, why did it feel so comforting to be in his arms?
"You know my number, give me a call whenever you need someone. I'll listen"
Sure.. the owner of a huge ass company who literally spends his whole day in his office.. my own parents got no time for my bullshit. Why would he?
"Do you want to stay here for a few days? I'm fine with that. I can turn Miles off until you return. Maybe, this is nothing much but it can work for now"
I dried my tears off, keeping my head on his chest. It felt nice. And he was being nice as well... Yet, I was uncertain..
"Does it matter where I stay alone with my thoughts..?"
"Mm..true. Then stay for today and decide later"
Nowhere is good. As long as I'm this lonely.. I was feeling vulnerable again, but..now in a different way. Hector was more than sweet to me which is weird. No one is this friendly without a reason. Or they want something in return..
"I'll wash your clothes tomorrow, it's late. Stay till they get dry. I have food too, I couldn't help but hear your stomach"
He poked my belly playfully. True, I was still so hungry. Why do I do this to myself? Starving is not fun at all and I become cranky..
"Fine..I stay till I can get my clothes back.. so...what do I have to give? I..don't really have money now"
"Color me shocked. I bet you drank it away"
"It's not that.. I mean, yeah...but also , my dad is no longer giving me any. He wants me to work..."
"As you should. Working is good and it keeps you busy enough not to think about your problems. Spending your own money can be fun too "
Maybe..but I didn't have any at the moment
"I...will send you money once I get home..I still have some.."
"Will, I have a lot of money , remember? I don't need yours. Keep it, you need it more. You don't owe me anything "
"I don't..? But..I'm here, safe, clean and..I really hate to feel that I can't give you anything.."
I mean, I had my ideas of returning the favor. But those were very dirty and it wasn't the right time for them.. Was it?