Scars Left By Memories - Book II

What Happened

Francisco

After yelling at Sage. I felt so much regret. I grabbed the two clothing pieces that were provided, besides the black tee shirt. Picking up the white sweatshirt and black jeans.

As I was placing on my sweatshirt. I hear the bedroom door slam. Locking behind them. Hurrying to the cabinet. Searching for a weapon of some sort.

I picked up the stool, ready to smash the mirror. Sniffling and sobs. I set the stool down. Walking out the bathroom door. I found Sage setting the tray of food onto the dresser. I see a tear slip from her eye.

"Sage, can we-" I started, but I realized it was not the time to apologize. Sage wasn't feeling right about something. "What happened?"

"It's nothing! Don't worry about it!" Sage shouted. Her voice cracks due to her crying.

I stood there thinking of the perfect the thing to make a girl feel better. Women are some complicated. You can't just ready something over and over or it won't work. Before she took a turn to her bed. I embrace her. But quickly pulled away.

"I understand that you don't want to speak on what happened. We will get out of here." I said. Sage nods her head. "Anyways you got food?"

"Yeah, let me take a small bite of each food to make sure they didn't poison it." Sage replies wiping the tear from her eye.

"No, besides where's your dinner?" I question. She was going to check and see if it was poison by sacrificing herself. Not happening.

"While I was down there, I was talking with someone. Alessandro was putting something into the food I had gotten originally. So I decided to just let you have my food." Sage explains.

"I am really sorry for yelling at you earlier. I am just frustrated at why I am I here. It's been a day and Martinez hasn't even attempted to come by." I apologized because I thought it was the right moment to.

"You are his number one favorite member of the mafia. He will come soon." Sage adds.

"Just hope he doesn't forget." I reply. "While on the mission of how I got here. I saw a letter in the vent of things you wanted to do with me."

"I'll grab it, just in case I don't remember writing things on that paper." Sage says. I watch her get up from the floor. She pulls out the white wooden chair from her desk. Placing it underneath the vent.

She moves the vent window out of the way. Everything else was imagination. Till she grabbed it. She moves the vent window directly in its regular position, before climbing back down.

She fixes up the paper. As she sat down besides me. I picked up a roll from the ceramic plate. Ready to take a bite.

"Let me take a bite first." Sage says.

"How about let's both get a piece and try it together." I suggested.

Sage ripped out a piece from the roll, putting it into her mouth without any hesitation. I grabbed her wrist as she chewed the roll, a tight grip around her tiny little wrist. She quickly swallows it.

"It is okay. No poison." Sage says.

A smile came across my face. I picked up the roll and started to chew away. Sage picks up the piece of paper as her eyes skimmed across the line paper.

"So what do you want to know?" Sage ask flapping the paper.

"Can I see the paper?" I question.

Sage hands me the piece of paper. I hold it firmly in my hand.

Dear Person,
If you are reading this letter and I am no longer around, well you are late. This paragraph or essay or note. Possibly a suicide note. It doesn't matter, it was meant for one person. Francisco. Francisco Mendes.

I can't blame him for why I am not alive or why I am here. I was born in the wrong family. My own blood related dad killed his, for an unknown reason.

But Francisco, if you never stumble among this letter. I wanted to do some things with you. Be a normal couple. Go to an amusement park, be stuck on a Ferris wheel with you, build a bear at build-a-bear, get piggy backs with you on the beach, stare at the stars, take million of pictures, and so many more.

But if it's too late. I want you to find someone who will love you for who you are and share a family with you. Because if you are reading this. I most likely won't be here.

-sage reid 12/2/16

"What do you mean exactly by normal couple. Were we not one?" I ask.

"Were? So did you just end our relationship because I wasn't around?" Sage questions completely changing the subject.

"No, I just thought that you would move on to someone else. People can get brainwashed quicker than others. I thought you were the type to get brainwashed fast." I answer.

"Francisco, no. I wouldn't move on or forget. There's nobody at this estate who I have any sort of feelings for." Sage replies. I rolled my eyes, sarcastically.

"And what did you mean that, when someone comes across this paper, you won't be alive anymore?" I brought up.

"I felt like if nobody was going to come and bring me back to the estate. I was going to kill myself. It's a sick place here. Nikolay doesn't even act like my father." Sage explains.

"Everything else, you will just have to wait." I reply. Sage smiles, it has probably been a while since she's smiled.

"Well, now since we talked about that. There's something else I need to tell you." Sage says looking at me.

"What?" I question as she glanced down at the ground once more.

"I wasn't crying because you yelling at me, while I was down there grabbing food for the both of us. Marco..." Sage looks up having tears fall down her cheek.

"What did Marco do?" I question.

"He groped me." Sage says.