Scars Left By Memories - Book II

No Strings Attached

One Week Later

It was about one in the morning when Tristan and I have arrived home. The house was darkness. We came through the side door. He walked into my bedroom setting all my stuff onto the floor.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." Tristan lets me know. I nodded before walking up the stairs. There was light above the dinner table.

Maybe some left over food. That's when I see Francisco sitting there alone. With clear glass bottle and a lot of shot glasses beside the bottle. He took another sip of the glass slamming it against the wooden table.

Walking over to him. He popped the lid open. About prepared to put some more of that drink into the cup. I hurry over to stop him. By grabbing the bottle.

"Excuse me?" He said drunkly.

"Francisco you've had more than enough shots. I don't think this is good for you." I reply screwing the lid on.

"I don't think I'm good for you." Francisco replies before he started laughing. My heart felt like it sank. Even though I had Tristan.

Tristan and I have been dating for a about week, since we went on this super amazing non-date which turned into Tristan asking me to be his girlfriend. It was all so sweet. Francisco knew about since Tristan was literally blabbering to him.

"Uh, what do you mean?" I ask grabbing the shot glass.

"I am not good for you. It's not safe for you to be around me. I mean any of us. This house is basically dangerous. I think you should leave with Tristan in fact." Francisco answers more drunkly than before.

"Francisco don't say that." I reply putting the shot glasses into the sink.

"I want my drink back." Francisco said childishly.

"Why did you say that?" I ask.

"Dios, eres tan jodidamente curioso. Creo que no soy bueno para ti, porque eres perfecto." Francisco answers in Spanish still drunk.

The only word I understood was 'dios' that meant god, and 'perfecto' was perfect. Everything else was a blur. His sentence scared me.

"Well Francisco, we are going to get you up to your bedroom now." I reply.

"Oh you didn't understand what I said didn't you?" Francisco ask.

"I didn't." I answer.

"Good." Francisco replies drunkly, he starts laughing. I just frowned at him. "Why the sad face bella?"

I hated it when anyone asked me. 'are you okay?' or 'what happened?'. Those words just made me want to cry. After all that power to hold it in.

"It's nothing." I reply. I knew Francisco wouldn't remember this all tomorrow. I could've been honest. But I didn't want to be.

"Anyways, I think you should get some sleep." I reply. Francisco gets off the chair. I walk him over to the couch. He gets on the couch as I brought over a creamy blanket putting. He grabs it from my hand.

Walking away from Francisco. I hurried down the stairs. Opening my bedroom door. I see Tristan sitting on the side of my bed. Making my way over to sit next to him.

"Do you still have feelings for Francisco?" Tristan ask. I raised my eyebrows.

"No, not anymore. I like you Tristan. That's why we started dating. I dropped my feelings for Francisco." I answer. Even though that was beyond a lie.

"Oh okay. As a boyfriend tip, I think he's not someone to fantasize about. He's not top notch amazing." Tristan replied. I nod trying to seem like I agree.

"He was there for me when Parker was being an asshole." I pointed out. Tristan rolled his eyes before grabbing my left and right wrist.

Francisco
20 minutes later

My eyes fluttered open. I had a nice cloud like blanket material on me at the moment. I notice that kitchen light were still on.

Setting the blanket off to the side. I got off the couch. Stretching my arms out. I hear some sort of talking in the basement.

"You and Francisco never dated. It was a friends with benefits type of relationship." I hear Tristan say as I get ready to turn off the light.

"Tristan don't be jealous. It's Francisco. He's older than you. We aren't dating anymore. You have nothing to worry about." Sage replies.

"You're right." Tristan says calmly.

Frowning at that statement. I turned around to see the bottle of whiskey. I walk over to the bottle. It was still nearly full. I twist open the bottle.

I decided to drink the whole bottle of whiskey I slammed the now empty bottle down onto the table. How much I hated Tristan. I wanted to put my anger onto him. Or Sage, since she decided that he could protect her from the Mafia. I threw the whiskey bottle against the floor. It shattered into pieces.

"Fuck." I mumbled, walking over to the floor grabbing a broom and a tray, started sweeping the glass shards up placing it into the rusted metal tray.

I heard some more yelling from down the stairs. Probably Sage and Tristan arguing. I wouldn't be too surprised. Bunch of kids.

"Francisco what is going on?" I hear Sofia's voice from behind me. I looked at her.

"I'm just upset. A little jealous." I reply honestly. Maybe because I was still drunk or just because I was pissed.

"You've been drinking since nine. I think it's time to go to sleep." Sofia says walking over to me.

"I'm being honest Sofia. Would if Sage leaves. Then what I'll be the same old Francisco. Broken." I reply.

"Francisco, she isn't someone you should fantasize about. She's moved on. So what if she leaves?" Sofia argues.

Sofia did like Sage, she was just saying these things to get her from my mind. It failed, but I didn't want to tell her that.

"She is much different than most of the woman I have ever dated." I reply.

"Even that girl? The one you dated for three years and planned a proposal till she told you the truth." Sofia ask.