No Ordinary Love

Chapter 27

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Zayra opened her eyes, she was tired. Her eyes were a bit swollen. She stretched and waited till everyone finished leaving the plane. As soon as she walked out, her phone turned on and it was bombarded by text and voice mails.

She looked at all the text that Roman had sent her way. She noticed his mood changing at every text. She gasped when she read the one where he asked her why did she run. He knew she was gone. She also knew that he was on his way here. She found a taxi and had him take her to her old neighborhood.

He took her to a run down motel. She paid him cash and thanked him. She went inside the office. The lady didn't bother to look up from her Novela. She paid for a room, not once looking at her. Zayra liked her immediately. She got the key and walked to her room.

She threw her stuff by the front and flopped on the bed. It was already four in the afternoon in Los Angeles. Soon it would be twilight and she'd go out to get food. She felt bittersweet about being back.

She decided that after she showered and changed and rested she'd go find her friend Nico. It had been weeks since she last spoke with him. He had attended the funeral of course, him and his mother hugging her tightly, giving her their condolences.

Her chest tightened as she remembered how Nico had ran looking for her that day. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have gone back in time to find her father and she wouldn't have killed him. He would be in jail right now instead of rotting in his grave.

Yeah, she'd go visit Nico. She didn't notice her eyes close as she drifted off to sleep.

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Nico was playing basketball when he noticed a girl walk his way. She walked slow but with purpose. It took him a second to recognize who it was, it was dark.

"Holy Shit!" he called for time out. He was sweating from the game. He grabbed his towel and wiped his face and neck, walking toward her. "Am I fucking seeing things? Do my eyes deceive?" he smiled huge.

"Hello Nico." Zayra smiled small.

"Zayra! what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were staying at your fancy place in the Hollywood Hills."

"I am." she made a face. "Well, I'm not for a few days. I need to stay low." She looked down at her feet then back up to his face.

She saw his dark gaze on her assessing her.

"You need a place to crash?"

"No I have a room."

"Is everything okay?" he moved closer to her. He dropped his face to look at her better.

"Yeah, well, it will be. I just needed to go somewhere familiar you know."

"Yeah of course. Come, sit, watch me play and then we can go get something to eat. You hungry?"

"Famished."

"Okay." he led her to the benches.

She watched him play. She recognized a few of the guys and girls at the park. She waved hello. She had lived in this neighborhood for a few years. Nico was one of the few people she actually called a friend.

It had started with Music. He was into rapping. He loved it, wanted to be a famous rapper. When he heard her sing and play he became almost like a magnet.

"Dayuum Zayra, come on together we'll be like Bonnie and Clyde in this shit."

"Are you crazy, they ended up dead." she laughed. "Come on, I'll help you out." she began to beat box and heard him flow. He was pretty good at it too. As they got older his skills got better. Zayra always helped him with the hooks and beats.