Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Prologue

Two Months Ago

One second we are laughing, smiling, joking playfully, being the usual couple. Another minute we are upset about something new. Finding something new to argue about. Each time I ask him a question, and without my knowledge of how sensitive he is. He's suddenly upset.

The pronoun he belongs to no other than Francisco fucking Mendes. Almost a couple days after we had appropriately announced that we were dating. Things went south almost immediately.

I exit Francisco's car, slamming the door. Feeling a bit guilty because it was an costly car, but that feeling when Francisco proceeded to do the same.

I felt my hair and shoes becoming wet from the rain that pouring down hard. How fitting in the moment. I look up at the sky which was full of clouds and no sun was in sight.

"You don't fucking joke about things like that." Francisco abruptly said. I removed my attention from the sky and at Francisco, who was completely drenched from the water.

"I am sorry Francisco! You can't get upset without any warning or not even explaining why you are upset." I apologized, but it didn't feel sincere as I wrapped my arms around me.

"Because I have had a lot of colleagues and friends who have attempted suicide." Francisco said glaring at me with a cold stare.

"Well it was a harmless joke, how was I supposed to know. Another one of the hundred things you haven't told me." I replied. Francisco rolls his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, you never joke about it. Many people have died from it and people who are suffering as we speak." Francisco argued.

"Francisco you are not the only one. My grandpa died from suicide years ago. Where was my own mother when they had the funeral? Oh in fucking hiding." I replied.

"She was and is still wanted by too many people to come to a funeral. Even if she decided to part ways with the mafia or not." Francisco said.

"I'm sick of this Francisco. This isn't working." I replied. I didn't care if what I said was a risky move. I didn't feel good or comfortable in this relationship. He had started to walk away, but stopped immediately after my response.

"What's not working?" Francisco questioned turning to face me. I walked to catch up with him.

"Us, all we do is argue. Then apologize as if things are okay, but fight again. If that's all our relationship is. I don't think we should be together for a bit or at all." I replied bluntly. Francisco furrowed his eyebrows tightly together, but released them.

"Fine. If that's what you want then I agree. One hundred percent." Francisco agreed without even a slightest feeling of remorse. He turns away and walked up the porch. I silently follow behind him as we enter the house. Once we walk in, I shut the door behind me.

Francisco already near the stairs as he made his way up them. Once we reaches his room. He turns towards me, glancing at me for a moment, before he slams the door behind him.

I turn to Sofia. She went back to cutting the carrots. I walk over and pull out a chair, she looked at me before putting the knife down.

"I can see Francisco isn't the happiest soul at the moment, why?" Sofia ask.

"Told him a joke and he had a tantrum about it, also we aren't together anymore." I answer, placing my hand on the cold counter. Sofia places the knife down and places her hand over mine.