Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Disappearing For Good

I didn't even want to think of what
Francisco and I did last night, just because of what I was going to tell him today. I knew it was going to hurt him.

It was nearly time for dinner. I went through my closet to pick out my outfit. I grabbed a white sweatshirt or sweater with some black jeans on the bottom. put them on quickly.

Along with some red vans. Luckily I had time to recite what I was going to tell him. Because him and Martinez were out to get some supplies for the mafia.

I set my phone down onto the table besides my bed. Thinking through my head of something to say. Listen Francisco, I've been keeping this huge secret from you for many months and I wanted to tell you that I am the daughter of the Russian leader. Isabeli told me this.

That's when my bedroom door opened and closed behind them. Turned to find Rafael. It's felt like a long time since I've talked to him. Ever since Martinez has gave him plenty of errands.

"Martinez told me about you being the daughter of the Russian leader. That's a pretty big deal isn't it?" Rafael asked sitting down on the bed besides me.

"Yes it is, because my dad is the man who killed his dad in front of him at the age of thirteen. Do you know how much of a big deal that is it to someone." I answer.

"Well better late than never right?" Rafael ask. I nodded.

"Would you be mad if I kept that type of secret from you?" I ask.

"Just for a little and realize you're a completely different person from your father." Rafael answers.

"Hopefully Francisco feels that way." I reply. Rafael chuckles.

"If not I am always an option." Rafael said. We both chuckled at that.

"But seriously." I reply.

We stayed quiet for a moment. I heard the front door open. Rafael and I look at each other. We walk out of my bedroom. Up the stairs.

"You got this." Rafael said. I nodded.

Once I reached the top of the stairs. Sofia gave me the thumbs up. Francisco looked over at Rafael and I. He smiles at me. That smile. That damn smile. I walked over towards him.

"Francisco, I need to tell you something." I said grabbing his attention.

"Yeah, lets go outside." Francisco replies. I followed him out the front door. As he opened it for me. He closes it once the both of us were out.

"What's up?" He ask.

"I understand completely if you are upset with me. Or you will hate me. I understand." I answer. He widened his eyes.

"Sage, nothing you can say or do that will make me hate you." Francisco says.

"No, I cannot believe that. Because I know what I am going to say will make you mad or even worse." I reply.

"Just tell me." Francisco begs.

I pulled out the folded picture in my pocket. Clenching it in my palms. Just tell him, who cares if he suddenly hates you or something.

"I am the daughter of Nikolay. Netrov. Isabeli told me a couple months back, even back before Tristan was killed." I began. He bursted out laughing.

"Sage, that is not funny. But you're trying to make me mad at you. Which is funny." Francisco honestly says.

"I knew you were going to say that." I reply still keeping my tone, stern and serious. Francisco's happy face disappeared within seconds. "Just looks at this."

I unfolded the picture of Isabeli, Nikolay, and I. Francisco, without hesitation grabbed the photo. His face said it all. He crushed the vintage photo in his palms.

"Why?" He ask. "Fucking why!"

"Francisco, if I told you sooner. You would have reacted the same way." I answer quietly.

"No, I wouldn't have!" Francisco yells.

As I reached for the front door, to leave Francisco alone. He stood in the front of the door, drawing out a gun. He pointed it at me.

"I want you to never come back in here. Ever again. You're a liar." Francisco says readying the trigger.

"Francisco. This is not fair." I reply trying to push past him.

"I can't trust you. Who know, maybe you could be getting my information or using me. You lied to me for three fucking months." Francisco bluntly says. I felt a tear slipping from my cheek.

"I will leave then." I reply.

"Good." Francisco says. He didn't put his gun down as he kept it drawn on me. I hurried away from him. Walking down the porch as I hurried away. Ironically it started to rain. I walked across the street.

I felt more tears streaming down my cheek. Francisco reacted in the worst way possible. Which I kept in the back of my head, so I didn't think it could happen.

An hour after walking a regular pace. I see a Target and some other stores. But as I was almost going to cross the street to the stores. As a car swerved in my direction parking in front of me.

"You seem lost. Do you need a ride where you are going?" The man ask winding down only a quarter of his window.

"No, I am fine. Thank you." I answer.

"I insist. Come on." He offers once more. I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, that's okay." I said.

I turned away from his car, heading towards the estate. I didn't hear any footsteps behind me. But things escalated after I felt a jab in my neck. I tried to run as my legs given up on me. I fell to the ground. As everything blacked out.