Scars Left By Memories - Book II

You Confuse Me

Francisco slides the key card on lock. The door opens, we both walk into the apartment. First thing I notice were some circle stairs leading upstairs. On the right of the door was a large window that you could see the view of New York. Along with a terrace on the outside.

"I am going to change, you can stay down here and look around." Francisco says. I nodded, he walks away and up the stairs.

There was a large rectangular picture on the wall. I walk over to the see what is it. My shoes continuing to click each time I stepped, it bothered me because the apartment was so quiet.

I took a glance at the picture, there were familiar faces. Front row there was Martinez, Jo, and Francisco. Second row there was two other men,  but the only I recognized were Tom and Miles.

Turning to the right, I try to slide the door open, it didn't work. Obviously the door is locked, stupid. I turn the lock.

The door opens. Sliding the door open, I stepped out into the hot humid weather. I looked out the terrace. There were a whole bunch of taxis and people walking.

"Okay are you ready to go?" Francisco ask from behind me. I turn around nodding, he had a completely different outfit on.

He had on, grey and black checkered vans with black skinny knee ripped jeans, to finish it off with a blue tie dye shirt.

"Yea, just trying to kill off time while you were changing." I answer walking back inside of the apartment as he sliding the door locking it behind us.

He picks up his phone and Apple Watch from the mahogany desk that had a pot full of flowers. That reminded me that I still didn't have my phone.

"Um, just a question and please don't get mad over it. But may I have my phone back when we get home?" I ask.

"It depends." Francisco answers. "I'm sorry, it's just over safety and trust."

He says as he looked into my eyes. I gave him a sad look. He gives me a frail broken smile as he puts on his Apple Watch.

"Well, lets go." I said, getting Francisco mind over my question. He nods before walking over to the light switch. He turns off the light.

Francisco opens the front door for me. I thanked him, I didn't know where he was going to take to me, he told me that it was surprise.

***

It was about four-thirty in the afternoon. I had my head leaned up against the window know that I would fall asleep soon. Francisco was kinda quiet the whole ride back to New Jersey.

There would be times where he bring up somethings about the mafia and about his family. I would reply back with a boring response which must've been why he stopped.

My eyes soon begin to close slowly. I opened them up trying to stay awake, but I couldn't. Soon things were starting to drown out.

Francisco

I looked over at Sage was currently leaned up against the window. She was asleep. I would be tired, but I slept-in this morning.

My phone started to ringing. I looked to see who was. Martinez. for like the hundredth time today already. I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I introduce.

"I have some bad news and good news." Martinez goes in instantly.

"What's that?" I ask.

"There were some Russian mafia members at the event today. They saw Isabeli but they didn't go after her. That's the bad news. Good news is. You and Sage can go to the thing tonight." Martinez answers.

"To me that's both good news." I reply.

"Well, hopefully she will accept your apology tonight." Martinez says.

"Me too, well I gotta keep driving. So I will let you know the news tonight." I reply.

"Okay, bye Francisco." Martinez says before we both hung up.

I was trying to get into my own thoughts and think about Sage. Just because that's all I have been thinking about on our way here.

She was different from all of the girls I have met. Well that except for one. I don't even want to bring up her name. I thought she was different. But past that.

Sage was different. From everything. She was not fake, she was real. In both ways. Her smile and laughter weren't forced. Most importantly her personality. She was the sweetest, caring, and just different.

Most of the women I have dated. They were all of the same. All fake, the word real was not in their vocabulary. Forced smile and laughter. Their personality were fake and only wanted money and sex.

Sage

Raising my head up from the window. The sun was about to set. Francisco still continued to drive. I notice there was a two bottles of water in the cup holder.

"You're finally awake." Francisco says.

"I remember when you said that to me, after kidnapping me." I remind him.

"Surprisingly, you remember that." Francisco replies. I smile at him.  "Because I don't."

My heart beats quickly, every time he would smile at me. It would feel like my body would heat up. Not in the way when your parents give you lecture or when you lie. But when you see someone you have a crush on.

But I didn't have any feelings for Francisco or did I? It was confusing. Every time Francisco was nice to me. I had a nice sensation that made my stomach feel with good butterflies.

"Where are we going?" I ask, changing the subject so suddenly.

"To this amazing hamburger place. I decided to skip out on exercising today to spend it with you." Francisco answers.

"You didn't need to do that." I reply.

"I wanted to, since I have been an asshole in the last couple of days. It's the least I could do." Francisco insists.

My cheeks warmed up to his sweetness. But I knew if things didn't go that way then Francisco would become a asshole again.

Maybe it was time to give Francisco. One more chance. Or maybe it was time to let him go.