Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Ending All The Fun

Jazz was continuously dancing on stage since there were no costumers around. I laugh at how she must do this everyday. I pull out my phone, the time was seven o'clock already.

I kept a smile on a my face. Jazz pretended as if she was Victoria's Secret model walking down the catwalk. She blows a kiss at the end before walking down it.

My phone started ringing. I look down to see who it was, Francisco. I denied it. I grabbed my phone before heading to backstage. I pulled the curtains open and took a step in. The music was nearly a muffle back here.

I hear the high heels Jazz were wearing clicking across the floor. She walks over and joins me as I looked at the six vanities. There were brushes and make-up supplies. It smelled like strong perfume. Probably because after the years of spraying perfume, it stuck around.

I did enjoy the sent. It remind me of passion fruit. I turned towards the racks. They were full of exotic colors. Black, red, purple, dark pink, and there was always the angel outfit. White.

"What's your favorite outfit?" I ask.

"Since I live in the estate, I get a whole wardrobe to myself." Jazz says sliding her lanyard to scan herself in. I find a many sets of outfits and shoes.

"Wow, lots of color. You must be the number one here." I say looking at the outfits.

"Julia is better than me, it's just she's not part of the estate." Jazz replies honestly.

"These are my favorite pairs of shoes. Except I can only wear them when it's not too busy." Jazz shows me a pair of black short heels with crystals on it.

"Don't mean to ruin your show off closet and fun, but Sage you need to go back to the estate now." Francisco's voice hit me.

"Oh come on Francisco, let Sage have some fun. You nearly took ninety percent of it." Jazz reminds him.

"I don't care." Francisco says sternly.

"Why not? You didn't own Sage till you met her two months ago, apparently." Jazz replies. Francisco laughs.

"You have some customers to serve. So get out there and do it." Francisco demands. Jazz walks off from the both of us. "And don't pretend like you didn't do anything either."

"Francisco, I'm just trying to have some fun. It's least I can do." I beg.

"So find something to do at home, watch tv or be on your phone. Is that not enough for you?" Francisco ask in a cold voice.

"Because I'm not that type of person. I want to be an explorer or adventurer. I don't sit around waiting for something to happen. I want to find it." I answer.

"Well shut that idea down, because you're going to be staying at the estate till things clear up. Do you understand?" Francisco replies. I didn't want to even look at him.

"You are not dad." I say.

"I couldn't if I wanted to, because he's dead." Francisco replies. That shut me up before I could think of anything else. I was going to bring up his mother having cancer but that wouldn't make the situation better.

I follow behind Francisco out of the dressing room. He pulled out his key from his pocket. He unlocks the car door. As much as I wanted to not sit by Francisco, I want this to be a peaceful ride.

I got into the passenger seat. I closed my door lightly, but enough for it to shut all the way. Francisco slams his door shut. I see him put the key in ignition.

"Do you understand why, I told you not to go to the club?" Francisco ask.

"No." I answer quietly enough for him to be able to hear. He started backing up the car.

"Well, on the list of members. One dropped out, that's a coincidence right? Because right when you left they called, letting us know they weren't able to come." Francisco replies.

"Who was it?" I ask.

"I don't know if I can tell you, because you have lost my trust." When those words slipped out of his mouth. I wanted to say something back, like "what" or "why" but I understand where he's coming from.

"I understand." I reply.

"Do you now?" Francisco ask.

I think Francisco went harder on him or something came in his life, because he's not being himself. I frown the whole ride back to estate. When we came back.

I got out of the car. Francisco takes the key from the ignition. That's when I noticed a whole bunch of expensive cars. I close my car door.

"Come with me." Francisco says. I follow him to right side of the house. 

He pulled out a silver key from his bunch of keys. Francisco unlocks the side door. I did not want to talk to him at all. My room was just down the hall.

"Don't leave your room." Francisco whispers. I nod before he leaves through the door. I hear it lock.

I walk over to my room before I ran over to a tall man with black hair. I didn't want to run or that would obvious or walk away.

"Do you know where the bathroom is? Martinez sent me down here." He said in a soft voice.

"I don't know where one is, because you could use the one in my room. Sorry that sounded so weird." I reply. I sounded more out than I did with Francisco.

"No, it's not weird." He said following behind me. I broke Francisco promise already and he probably would kill me. What I was going to do next would probably consider me stupid. "Sorry you probably think I'm so stranger, I'm Rafael."

Maybe I'm not stupid, he introduced himself first.

"I'm Sage. I'm assuming you're here for the meetings for the new member?" I ask. He nodded as I open the door to my room. He walk to my bathroom. In seconds he was done. I close my bedroom door.

"Um, did you need something?" I ask.

"No, I just needed to prep myself for the interview. There are four of them and I'm not prepared." Rafael answers.

"Well, talk to me about it." I reply.

"They ask me about what I did before I chose this job and whole bunch of other non-important questions." Rafael says.

"I'll understand just talk to me about it." I reply as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He started to continue with it. I'm glad I knew Francisco good enough to help Rafael.

But this would have a bad outcome.