No Ordinary Love

Chapter 11

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Zayra let herself enjoy the meal. Carlos was his usual witty self and of course he did try to kiss her. When she refused him he had gotten angry. Telling her that he loved her and that Roman was just using her.

"Zayra I care for you. I don't want to see you hurt."

She didn't answer.

"Zayra what the fuck is so great about him." He was pissed. His words tight, his eyes gleaming.

When she refused to speak, he thumbed his phone and showed her pictures of Roman with a scandidly dressed woman, who sat on his lap. He told her those were recent pictures. That now that Zayra was gone, he was out with many women and he didn't deserve her loyalty.

He said he was loyal. He would be faithful to her if only she gave him a chance. Still she refused. She told him that it didn't matter what he said, she didn't love him. She was hurt at the pictures he showed her but that didn't matter because Roman and Zayra weren't together.

How quickly he forgot, thought Zayra sadly.

After that Zayra was sullen asked him to drop her off at the park by her house. He was to angry and proud by her rejection that he dropped her off without saying good bye, zooming out of as if his life depended on it. She walked to the area where they played basketball. She saw some of her friends and waved at them.

She didn't feel like being social. She was too upset by Roman. Was that why he hadn't called? Zayra hadn't bothered to call either. Thinking what was the purpose of the call yet she yearned to hear his voice. She missed his touches, his caresses and that sensual part he had awaken. She had no idea that her body could respond in such way.

Every time she thought about that night she flushed. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time.

She saw her friend Nico, quickly approaching, his face severe.

"Zayra! Fuck! You need to go home now, there's....I don't know what the fuck is going on but." his eyes wild.

"Nico! What the fuck!" Panicking she began to run fast. Her apartment was less than half a block from the park if she crossed through it. She ran up the stairs in twos. She heard the familiar sounds of the police siren fast approaching. She opened the door too forcefully, looked around her house. It was a fucking mess, she called her mother out, her sisters and brother's name as she walked slowly to the room.

She slumped as she made the outline of bodies on the bed, covered with a sheet. Her adrenaline kicking up. She felt her heartbeat in her throat. Her nerves going manic. She slowly, hesitantly removed the covers. She gasped at the sight. Her mother, and siblings laid together as if sleeping. She saw marks on their face and bodies.

Lily! Maite! Julian! Mom! she screamed their names over and over. An anguish sound escaping her mouth. Sounding like a dying animal as she took in their sight.

They were dead!

She heard the restroom and quickly went to the closet to grab the gun her father kept in the closet behind a loose board. She put it behind her, safety off.

He saw her face, the horror the hatred the grief all of it in her eyes. He had to smile. He knew he'd get her eventually. He looked at them on the bed, so peaceful. His family. They were no longer going to leave him. He just needed one more person.

"What did you do!" her voice raw with emotion. Her eyes ablaze.

"I told you Zayra I'd get you back"

She flinched at that.

"Why did you kill them!" her small frame vibrating with anger. Her green eyes cast in shadows as she desperately tried to breath. Her voice torn with despair.