6 months to live

Busted

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My shoulders felt heavy ever since Chelsea died. I found myself constantly picking up my phone to see if she texted me or to text her something funny. It felt weird that no one was sending weird text messages about her favorite boy bands or funny posts that made her laugh.

         "She lied," I told myself as a mechanism to take the pain away.

     All of a sudden Tatum Sanchez starts coming inside from my window despite my mother scolding him for that.

         "Tatum," I massaged my temples. My mother was in the other room trying to sleep. Her work was hectic so I knew that she needed all of her beauty sleep.

        "Hear me out, baby." He knew how much I hated being called baby. I found it repulsive when guys called their girlfriend's that.

          "My mother doesn't like you and she won't like this situation."

        He made his way over to my keyboard. "I got piano lessons just for you."

           I felt flushed by his words. Tatum never did anything for anyone.

               "I told you, Tatum. It just.....it was never meant to be. You had a chance...many for that fact. Just let it go, Tatum. Just let me go."

             He didn't listen to me. Instead Tatum started playing instead.

     I want to say that I wasn't impressed but I would be lying. His voice was angelic. It was just the right amount of airy to leave you breathless. The way the sound of his voice resonated in the air made my body tremble. He stole my breath.

              "So...?" He looked at me wide-eyed.

              "What?" I chuckled. I sat down on my bed with my legs crossed as I watched him.

              "Will you be my girlfriend again?"

              "Eh, it's still a no from me," I shrugged. "Your piano skills still need some work. You should practice more but the tone quality of your voice projects very well."

        He cupped his hands in his face.

        "Why are you here?" I perked up from my bed.

        "You weren't answering anything!" He pulled the bouquet of roses from behind his back. "I've really missed you, Maya."

         "Please leave."

      My guards went up as he got up from the floor. "Maya, I can change."

         "No!" I got on alert. Tatum when he didn't get what he wanted was a scary sight.

        "Then can I at least tell you something?" He sounded annoyed.

        "You can tell me it from right there."

     He looked around the room before our eyes met. "You're not going to like it."

          "What is it?"

         "I got tested and it came back positive."

       We ended up talking for awhile. He talked to me about why he had gone to get tested. I offered him the best advice I could cough up.

That's when he pinned me down and started attacking me.

         I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't stupid as people made me out to be. There was no way that I would look at Tatum as husband material. He wasn't someone I wanted to devote my love to.
   A part of me was just confused about what I wanted. Tatum didn't strike me like he did to other girls. It made me really confused about my personal preference. Anyway...I knew it wasn't my fault. He was cheating on me while we were together. He wanted me to be wrapped around his finger while he went out and partied with girls. It was him, not me.

"Ahh!" I screamed. I swore at him and clawed at his face.

            "You're an imbecile for thinking that we won't be together," he whispered in my ear. "Please, baby, just let me show you why our relationship can still go strong." Tatum tried to kiss my neck but I spat at his eye.

        His hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing it. I could feel myself get lightheaded. Trying to free myself, I grabbed his hands. They were too big and they held onto me tightly.

       Next thing I remember was Santiago rushing into the room.

        My eyes couldn't focus for long because they were slowly closing. I could hear the sound of meat slapping meat as Santiago and Tatum went at it.

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       I was rushed to the hospital, where I spent the night there.

    All I did was cry. I had unleashed hell. When Tatum wanted something, he fought hard to get it. I was on his list as unfinished. He wanted me...dead or alive.

         Chelsea had dealt with emotional and physical abuse from past relationships. Even though she knew from experience and she warned me multiple times...I was naive and foolish. Maybe I got what I deserved. Maybe it was just the beginning. I knew though that as long as I lived, Tatum wouldn't be satisfied until my last breath.

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Yay Santiago! You don't even know how much I love Santiago ㅜㅜ.

  For Santiago I would make this story cliché and have them run off into the sunset BUT that's not me. I prefer darker stories so let's get moving with the next chapter.