CNCO Preferences and Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Christopher (Sad)

For my dearest cousin/sister raisedbybandz

Love you, Rebel!

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Rebel's POV:

"Hello, my darling baby boy." I said to Ryan, my three year old as he rubbed his eyes and wiggled under my touch.

I picked him up his bed and carried him to the bathroom. I planted him softly at the edge of the sink and placed a soft kiss on his dark hair. I began washing his hands and face, then brushing his teeth. By then, he was fully awake.

"Mami, ¡me quiero poner mi batman camiseta! ¿Donde esta?" He yelled as I set him down on the floor.

He immediately went running out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He came back with a green lantern shirt on.

"Me gusta mejor esta, mamá." He said and held it up for me to put over his head.

I smiled as I held back my tears. I severely wanted to break down crying right about now, but I couldn't. Not in front of my boy. I had to be strong for him.

"¿Estas bien, mamá?" He questioned in a high pitched voice.

I nodded and we both walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where I served him cereal and orange juice for breakfast. I started looking for a pan in the cabinets in which to make scrambled eggs with when I came across a small pan with a burned handle.

My breath hitched at back of my neck as I remembered how the pan had gotten like that.

Christopher had offered me to make me eggs one day when I was pregnant with Ryan and my back was hurting. But after leaving the eggs in their to long, he not only burnt the eggs, but also the handle.

I let a single tear roll down my cheek, but I wipe it away quickly. I pickup another pan and place it over the stove. I began cracking the eggs when I heard small feet patter towards me.

"Can I watch TV, mamá?" Ryan asked as he hugged my right leg.

"Sí, mijo." I responded and went back to cooking the eggs.

After I finished eating and Ryan's show finished, I buckled up his seatbelt and we drove off. He knew exactly where we were going and who we were going to see, but he didn't say anything about it. It was something we did almost every month. But today, I was especially dreading it.

I was searching for something to listen to on the radio when I heard a familiar tune.

Oh won't you stand by me...

I almost hit the breaks when Ryan said to stop it there. I gulped down my tears as I stopped the radio there.

The sweet melody filled the car, filling me with tears. I almost missed a red light due to all the tears clouding me vision, but stopped just in time.

I remember when Chris used to sing this to me when I found out my friend had died, when I didn't get into the number one choice for college, and when we found out about my pregnancy.

A big lump in my throat formed that I couldn't seem to swallow it. As the song continued, Ryan started humming to it. And I almost lost it. Not only did he have his dad's eyes, nose, mouth, and skin color, he also had his voice. A beautiful angelic voice.

Once the song finished, I took a deep breath and calmed down. I turned at a corner and kept driving down the road.

We passed several houses before I finally pulled up in front of a baby blue house in the middle of the block. I got out first and then unbuckled Ryan from his seat. I carried him on my lap as I walked up the wooden staircase and knocked on the door.

A minute later, a blonde, named Angelica, with overgrown nails and an over friendly smile, opened the door. She wore a pink skirt and a white blouse, and was really skinny. For a moment, we just stared at each other, knowing how awkward this will be.

"Olive is in the playroom. Ryan can go and join her if he wants." She said and stepped aside so I could enter.

I walked in with Ryan on my hip and placed him on the floor. We've been here so many times that he's already memorized each room. I sighed shakily before turning to Angelica.

"Well, I'll pick him up in about two hours. Can I say hi to Chris?" I asked, still slightly nervous. My hands kept fiddling with the bottom of my sweatshirt and brushing strands of hair away from my face.

"I don't think so." She said kinda smugly. She is usually only nice when Ryan is around, but when he's gone, she brags about how her and Chris are together and not me and him.

You see, after I found out that I was pregnant with Ryan, I found out that Chris had been cheating on me with my best friend. I broke up with him right away, but soon regretted it. I had a baby on the way, his baby, and I needed support. But when I knocked on his door, he didn't opened, but Angelica did. I was I bit hurt that he actually stayed with her, but we did break up.

I asked if I could talk to Chris. She looked down at my bump before respond 'yes'. I walked into the living room where he sat on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, he immediately frowned and continued to watch the soccer game. I told him that I needed support for the child and that we didn't have to get back together, but he just stared at the TV the whole time I was talking. When I had finished, he got up and said,

"Angelica is pregnant, with my child. And I'm not going to leave her." He said.

I felt my heart crumble in my chest as his piercing words left his mouth. I was pregnant with his child. We were in a relationship when he got her pregnant. He got me pregnant first.

But I just croaked out an 'ok' before turning around and walking all the way back to my apartment. I was being a weak wimp, and I knew it too.

A year past since I last heard from any of them, when Angelica randomly called me. And she said he most pathetic thing I've ever heard her say,

"You should bring Ryan over so he can meet his sister Olive!" She squealed into the phone.

I dropped the phone on the cement, but picked it up and mumbled 'sure'. Don't ask me why I said ok, because I don't remember why. So that pretty much catches up to now.

I bring Ryan every month to visit his sister and never once do I see Chris there. Yup, welcome to my life.

"O-okay, bye." I stutter as she opens the door up for me. I suck in a breath as I search for my car keys. When I don't find them, I remembered I left them on the couch inside he house.

I mentally groaned seeing that I have to go back in there. But as I am just about to knock on the door, I peer through the window and see none other than Christopher himself. With his lips attached to Angelica's own.

That's when I officially lost it and hit the floor with a thud. I opened my mouth to scream in pain but no sound came out. Tears fell to the ground like bullets as I continued to silently scream. My hands started to shake from so much emotion and soon, I let my whole body weight drop in the wooden porch, unable to sustain myself.

Then, all the anger vanished. All the emotions stopped like there was a hole in my heart. And there probably was because as I got up and looked at them still kissing, I felt nothing. My heart was numb, my body was numb, my feelings were numb.

He broke me. And unlike any other object, I don't think it could ever be repaired.

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Sorry for the late update, but what did you think?

raisedbybandz hope you enjoyed it, but I don't think it made you cry :(

Anyways...

Adios!

~Cecilia