Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Issues

Francisco

Turning off the faucet as the water still barely hit against my head. I dragged my hand through my hair. Grabbing the black towel from the white marble hanger.

I placed it around my waist. As I walked over to the closet, I opened it. Now are you going to sleep or going back over to the estate and apologizing to Sage.

I asked myself. I decided that sleep was not relevant to me at the moment. Sage was important to me at the moment. I grabbed a black hoodie with some black joggers.

Putting them on, doing my hair and spraying on some cologne. My keys lied on my office desk. I grabbed it off the desk. I turned off every light in the apartment before leaving.

***

The estate was nearly dark as the night. I parked my cars besides the Porsche Cayenne, which was the car Sofia usually would drive to the grocery store.

I put my phone in my back pocket. I walk over to the front door. The key code had lit up, it does when it feels a presence near it.

I punched in the code. The door unlocked. I open it. The main floor was filled with complete darkness. I turned on my iPhone flashlight. I found the way down the stairs.

When I reached the stairs. I didn't know where the step was and let's just say that ended up with me tumbling down those steps.

I hit carpet. Luckily I had on long pants and a hoodie. No rug burns. I stood up, turning the flashlight on my phone off. Sage's bedroom door was shut. I opened up the door. I see her facing to the other way of where the door was positioned.

I walked over to the other side of the bed, where she was sleeping. I grabbed a bean bag from by the dresser. I pull it over to Sage's bed. I sat down.

It was not going to be easy waking her up, so I pull out my phone. Turning on the alarm. I see her eyes opened. She looks at me with her dark brown eyes.

Sage

Something woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly. That's when I saw it, or to be more specific. Him. Francisco sat on the black carpet. He had on a black hoodie with black joggers.

"I don't want to talk. Go back to your apartment or somewhere away." I whisper, I hated talking out loud, especially during the night.

"No." Francisco replies stern, opposite from a whisper. I rolled my eyes. I sat up, hitting the switch to turn on light above my bed.

"Why? There is nothing I want to say to you." I say, Francisco just looked at something. It was my hair, or something else.

"Well, you don't have to say anything. I am here to apologize." Francisco replies.

"Fine, but if it's just a regular 'I'm sorry' then I'm not going to accept it." I say. Francisco raised his eyebrow at me, before dropping it down.

"Well you should know. I don't give out just regular apologizes." He replies. "Anyways, I am sorry for being the most arrogant asshole. What you said during the life stream was all true. Is. I know what you are thinking. This is just my regular apology. But Tom was right. It's just the truth. Wether you were drunk or not. Will you accept my apology?"

"Since I am not going to be so sweet with you this time. I will think about it. In the time being. When you want to apologize. Do it from time ranges twelve o'clock to nine o'clock." I say.

I turn off the light. Francisco gets up from the bean bag, putting it back. He turns towards me, as I placed the blanket back on me.

"If you don't mind me asking. Why did you cut your hair?" Francisco ask.

"Do you want the lazy answer or the real truth answer." I answer bluntly, not that I meant to. It just came out like that.

"The truth would be nice." Francisco replies in his more sarcastic tone. But I knew he was being serious, though.

"I cut it, because I didn't want to get your attention. Since nearly every you girl slept with had long beautiful hair. Also because I went for a different look." I say.

"Well, you failed at that." Francisco replies chuckling, before walking to the door. He leaves through the door closing it.

I smiled to myself, before dropping the smile. Francisco maybe still had some sanity inside of him. Due to the fact when he came to pick me up. He acted like a complete dick.

Francisco

I felt myself smile, not to nothing. But maybe Sage and I could be on good terms again. Hopefully. When I reached the top of the steps.

A light flashed in my face. It was Tom, it always had to be him. He turns off his flashlight. Stood there like an idiot.

"Why are you here?" Tom ask.

"To apologize to Sage. I did. You don't need to give her the message." I answer.

"I'm surprised you just didn't let her apologize to you." Tom replies.

"I wasn't her fault, now was it." I say.

"Now, now. Let's not into an argument. Again. Or Martinez will have to permanently remove from the estate." Tom said in a careless voice.

"Like you give a shit." I reply.

"Well it's been peaceful without your attitude here." Tom says chuckling.

"I can fucking crush your head, if I wanted to." I reply.

"What the hell is going on out here." Martinez says walking towards us.

"Well, Francisco came to apologize to Sage and I just saw him. Decided to give me a nice visit. It's been too long." Tom replies. Liar.

"Actually, I was on my way leaving. I'll see you tomorrow Martinez." I said deciding not to debate as I walk away.

"Francisco, stop." Martinez replies. "The house hasn't been better without you in it. More quiet, but that's not the type of people we are. You can come back." Martinez replies putting his hands in his lounge pants.

"Thank you Martinez."