Shivón POV:
It's been about two months since I got into that fight with Santo. After Prince came to my house and we talked. We haven't spoken since. I see him every now and then but he just looks away Santo and I haven't ben on good terms either. I still think he is cheating on me, but I don't want to believe it. He doesn't really talk to me anymore. When he gets home, he just grabs something to eat from the kitchen, then heads up to his room.
I was beginning to feel depressed. So i decided to call up my sister Briana. I haven't talked to her ever since I moved to L.A.
The phone rang four times. I was about to hang up when she answered.
" *sniff* Hello?" she said. She sounded like she was crying
"Briana! What's wrong? Its Shivón."
"Shivón! It's terrible! Dad has breast cancer!" she yelled why crying.
I couldn't reply. My heart sank. I didn't know what to do.
"I-I, I'll call you later." I said before hanging up the phone.
I dropped down to the floor and sat there, unable to move. My life was officially useless. My father was everything to me. He's been there since day one. I couldn't bare to see him leave.
Then, a thought came to my head. A thought that would change my life forever.
I stood up and put my phone on the bed. I went downstairs and grabbed Santo's tool box, where I found some rope....
Santo POV:
All I was thinking about was Maria. I wanted to sleep with her again so bad. I was so pissed with Shivón, that was the only thing that would get her off my mind. I was just getting off work and I was about to head over to Maria's house. I was stepping into my car my car when my phone started vibrating. I looked at the caller ID. I was St. Charles Hospital. I answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes. Is this Chresanto August?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Its about your girlfriend Shivón...
Ohh Snap! Cliffhangers are such a bitch aren't they? Next chapter coming soon.
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