Mr. Navas

16

I inhaled deeply and stretched my arms. The temperature under the covers was hot, so I kicked them off of the bed. Obviously Jesús had already woken up, leaving me alone to rest some more. I called his name, letting him know I was awake before hopping into the shower.

Hot water crashed down onto my back. Scrubbing my hair with shampoo before running my fingers through my hair with conditioner. I lathered up in my favourite shower gel and rinsed, then turned the tap. I poked my head out of the glass door and realized that I had forgotten a towel. Damn.

"Jesús! I forgot a towel! Do you think you could come hand one to me?!"

No answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear over the fan.

I stepped out of the shower, shivering. Quickly, I crept into the bedroom and opened the closet to grab a towel. I wrapped myself in it and then proceeded to get dressed. I wore a pair of grey leggings with a lilac coloured tank top.

As I was going downstairs, I didn't smell the familiar scent of coffee. He usually got up and made himself a coffee. I then questioned myself if he had training early in the morning, but that would've been tomorrow.

I looked in the kitchen first and didn't see him, so I concluded that he would be on the couch. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat down on the couch. I turned and he wasn't next to me.

What?

Suspiciously, I got up and left my glass on the table. When I looked over to the kitchen, nobody was there. I checked upstairs again. Still, nothing. Maybe he went out?

I hurried downstairs and went to the counter where he always left his car keys. They weren't there however, something else was there in their place. It was left for me.

"Dear Kristine, my love,

I'm so sorry if I have alarmed you. I just have to do this. The stack of cash next to this note should be enough to get you through the time when I am absent. I love you.

- Jesús"

I thought that he must be joking until I saw the massive amount of cash on the counter.

What the hell?!

I didn't know what to feel, what to do, or what to think. I collapsed onto the floor and onto my knees.

What did I do wrong? Everything was going smoothly and I thought we were getting along well.

After everything we've gone through, he decides to suddenly leave me. Even after last night. I thought things went well. They won their game too, I didn't see what the problem was!

I was frustrated. The hardwood floors hurt my fist when I pounded against it. I brought my hand close to my chest and held it tightly. I got some ice for it.

Seriously, what went wrong in our relationship? Was it because I didn't have a job?! I was going to look for one and Jesús promised that he'd help. He even considered getting me back into school for my education. I wanted a good job.

Maybe it was just me. Was I not good enough for him? Was he out with another woman? She could be a model or a singer or whatever. It was so easy to find somebody better than me. I bet she's prettier, skinnier, rich, and he loves her more.

My mind was going crazy with me overthinking. So many thoughts and possibilities popped up into my head. I honestly didn't know where things had turned around and started going down the drain.

"Come back..." I whispered to no one.

I lied on the floor and waited for him to come home. He didn't.

I crawled up the stairs and to the bedroom. I slipped my phone into my hand and dialled his phone number.

"Hey!"
"Jesús-"
"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. Leave your number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!"

I tried again and again and again and again.

"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. Leave your number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!"
"You fucking already know my number!" I screamed into my phone.

I slammed it onto the ground and gripped the covers that were laying on the floor next to me. I cried. I poured everything out and shouted for him to come back.

"Why?"
"Where are you..."
"Why did you do this to me."
"Please come back."
"It hurts."
"I miss you."
"I love you."

No matter how many times I texted, there was still no response from him. All I wanted to know was why... Why did he want to hurt me like this? Was there a reason behind his disappearance? Why...