Scars Left By Memories - Book II

The Harmful News

My eyes opened, as my nerves, emotions, and thoughts slowly came back to me. I felt my head rested against the car window. Of Francisco's BMW. I remembered that I was at the mafia event.

After my conversation with Margret, Martinez's mother. I left the room she was in and there was that amazing girl, Kimberly. She had explained to me that she ran off from the Russian's that night to tell authorities what was going on.

But that would create bigger problems. She decided to just go to Martinez's estate and tell them instead. Halle and I finally talked and forgave each other.

I reunited with the guys. Such as Jo, Tom, Dakota, and Rafael. We all pulled each other into tight embraces and I told them about what happened during the four months I was gone.

Besides that, I got to enjoy luxurious dishes and foreign snacks. That night was quite the success. The only part of the night that I wish was better was Francisco actually hanging out with the other members instead of just being around Martinez.

Letting my enjoyable mind thoughts disappear for the moment as I turned towards Francisco. Who didn't have any sort of expression on his face. Mostly poker and sadness filled his face.

"You okay?" I question, my voice came out ever so softly. Francisco turned towards me. Sighing in pain.

"Just saddened over how Martinez's whole family came to the event." Francisco answers. Which sounded harsh at first, but I continued further.

"What, why?" I ask.

"I miss my father and mother. My sisters are always busy doing their own things. Especially with my mother now gone, it seems like I haven't spoken to them in decades." Francisco answers.

"Even though your parents aren't around anymore, I am glad you had a happy family. Mine is broken. It doesn't even seem like I have parents. Just a lost child." I reply.

"I don't think we should have introduced you to your mother. She obviously wasn't ready. Now you are stuck in this mess. When you could be at college." Francisco says in a disappointed voice.

"We there's a couple benefits to me being here." I reply, I took a quick glance out the window. We were just a couple blocks away from Francisco's penthouse.

"And what's that?" Francisco ask.

"I met a group of some of the most courageous guys and one woman. Most importantly, I met you. Who at first I thought you were many things that meant bad, scary, and other things. Turns out you are white the opposite. Then I fell in love with you, have new friends. That's a benefit of being here."

"I guess you are right, but having you life in danger, is not a benefit." Francisco replies, chuckling afterwards.

"Yeah that's one of the negatives." I said forming a frown onto my face.

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Francisco slides his keycard into the little space on the lock pad. The one of that three circles on the pad, flashed. He shoves his hand down on knob. Pushing the door opened.

"Did you enjoy the event?" Francisco ask. The whole way back to the penthouse. I didn't quite think of the event. I was too focused on something else.

"It wasn't as fun as you made it seem. But yeah, it was okay." I answer.

"Oh sorry. But yeah, it was extremely passive this time around." Francisco answered in a low toned voice. Something is not right. Francisco seemed also to be hiding something or is not happy with.

"Something seemed to be bothering you all night. After Martinez and you had a talk. You just sat down at the table. You didn't come to the dance floor or hung out with the other guys." I confronted. Francisco walks over to the living room taking a seat on the black loveseat. Anger took control of his face.

"Right after Christmas. Martinez had decided that you are going back to California for UCLA. Since the next semester starts in January." Francisco said, continuing in his low voice.

"Finally! Why are you upset about that?" I question. Letting myself calm down before I explode into happiness.

"You are leaving. That's why I am upset." Francisco answers. Isn't that quite selfish.

"You aren't happy for me leaving for college? The thing I wanted most." I question. Francisco took a deep sigh.

"I am happy you got in this great school and everything. But I am gonna be alone once again. Things will be the same, as if we never met." Francisco's voice became deeper as he got more upset.

"That's not true Francisco. We do know each other. You know there are things such as Snapchat, Instagram, Skype, Phone Calls, IMessage, I won't just suddenly forget about you." I reply, but I was being truthful towards everything I said.

"How long will it take for you to move on. Look how fast you moved on for Tristan or Rafael." Francisco said. I rolled my eyes at the fact he was bringing up the past.

"Francisco that's not going to happen. Please, stop making this seem like the worse decision I have ever made in my life." I reply, pressing my eyelids together for a moment, only to release them afterwards.

"I wish you and I had never met. Now I am stuck in this bunch of petty shit. I lost being unforgiving, uncaring, and I became weak. Because of you, fucking you!" Francisco yells standing up. I shut my eyes, because I thought he was gonna hit me.

But I hear glass shattering. I opened my eyes, finding the coffee table shattered, with the pot of flowers tipped over.

"Francisco you don't mean that." I said as my eyes began to water up. "Francisco you don't mean that."

"Shut the fuck up!" Francisco yells.

I pulled my heels off my feet. Getting up from the chair as I made my way out of that area. Walked over towards the stairs. But after that, I nearly ran my way into my bedroom.

Slamming the door behind me. Locking it. I left my body stay against the door, until I felt a warm tear run down my cheek.