Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Why It Didn't Work

Sage

Reaching down to the pavement. I grabbed Francisco's wrist. He turns around and looks at me.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I ask.

"Because that girl and I don't have the best past. And I would rather not deal with her excused or whatever shit." Francisco answers.

"Well, what did happen to you and her. I saw her in the bathroom and she gave me a dirty look." I reply. Francisco shook his head in annoyance.

"Last year, it was our third year together and she was actually not a stripper or prostitute. Besides the point. She was a member. I purposed to her and that's when she told me. She was a spy for the Russian mafia. That's when I ended it." Francisco explains.

I had to tell Francisco soon. She admitted it to him. If I kept it a lie for the longest time to the point where he would purpose. He would be upset or worse. For Christ sake I am the daughter of the man who murdered his own father.

As much as I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to lie to him or keep a secret from him. I know it would ruin our friendship by a mile. But the truth always overruns the lie.

"Three full years. Do you ever miss being in a relationship. With her?" I ask as we started walking to the car.

"No, never. She lied to me for over three years. Thirty six months. One hundred and fifty six weeks." Francisco answers.

Most of our ride home was quiet. I didn't want to ask or talk to Francisco. Because he wasn't too happy or mostly because I was thinking about how I tell Francisco. That's when I let out the question.

"If that girl." I said.

"Adina." Francisco replies.

That's quite the interesting name. Sounds like a super stuck up one.

"Well, if she was the daughter of the Russian leader. What would you do?" I ask. Hoping it wouldn't be too suspect.

"I would react the same way. Maybe worse." Francisco answers.

I frowned at that thought. I just went quiet, hoping there wouldn't be anymore questions. But that's when I heard his voice out of the blue.

"Why do you ask?" Francisco ask sternly and somewhat bluntly.

"Just curious." I answer looking at my shoes hoping that would get me a better excuse.

"That's a bit of a curious question." Francisco replies.

"I guess so." I said bluntly. Not that I meant to, but I just wanted to say it like it didn't have relevance to me.

Francisco's phone started to ring. I wanted to tell him not to answer the phone as it is not safe. But he did it anyways.

"Hello?" Francisco said.

I just looked out the window at the New York City lights. Trying to let Francisco do his own thing.

"What do you mean? Are you being serious?" Francisco said more upset and sad. I tried to not question.