Scars Left By Memories - Book II

The Puzzle

Francisco

Pouring the rest of the glass from my scooper into the garbage can. I sighed in plenty of emotions, well except happiness. I was angry at myself, upset about the fact, Sage was going to be leaving in weeks. And I felt horrible for saying those harsh words towards Sage. 

My eyelids pressed together for what felt like five minutes, as I released them open. I see the bright lights in the kitchen. I set the metal scooper down on the floor. I glanced towards the stairs and turned to check what time it was.

Twelve fifty-seven, what the clock read. I walked away from the kitchen counter, gradually making my way up the stairs. As I reached the top of the steps. I turned to my right, finding the shut bedroom door.

Sage must've locked it since, there was a lock on that door. Finally completely reaching the second floor, I made my way towards the pool table. When I had purchased this table, there were some hidden drawers, which I had found from being bored.

I opened the top drawer, finding my organized little
drawer. It contained things from ammunition to car keys and other important things. But it also carried the keys to every room that had a lock in the house. I picked up the key with bright red paint across it.

Which signified that this was the key to that room that Sage was currently occupied in. I closed the drawer once I had hold over the key. I walked over to her room. I brought my hand to the knob.

Turning the door knob, which didn't completely make a full turn, which brought me to my assumption that the door was locked. Taking the keys from my left hand. I unlocked the door. I turned the door knob successfully.

I found the room to be pitch black. I walked over to the table besides her bed. Pulling down the string attached to the lamp. Which flicked it on. Luckily she hadn't made the attempt to flee out of her window.

I had so much regret when I just took a glance at her. She was right, I didn't mean anything I said. I didn't mean of that stupid bullshit I said. My temper was just in the moment. I was mad at fact she was going to leave. It made me even more upset when she was excited to leave me.

I was going to be alone again. Hurt and broken, just how things were before. Martinez could finally be satisfied with how I acted. But I didn't want to go back to how things were originally. I wanted her to stay. The only reason I have been myself. Was because of Sage and now she's leaving.

Silence was broken when my phone vibrates.

Martinez: Remember tomorrow at 4:50am we meet at the estate!

I quickly reply back, letting him know, that I know. I didn't forget. I turned back to Sage. Hopefully tomorrow she won't be worried about where I am. Because I won't be leaving a trace. She won't be.

Sage

My eyes slowly open, they flicked like a worn out light bulb, a couple of time. But finally opened up. I was in my room. At Francisco's estate. When his name popped up in my mind, so did something else.

"Just go to sleep and your mind will decide how you truly feel about Francisco. Tomorrow morning. You will wake up and that's when your choice will be decided. I predict it will." Halle's voice echoed through my head.

She was exactly right. I didn't feel odd or any stupid feelings. I wanted to tell Francisco how I felt for him. Everything, word for word. I pulled the sheets off of me. Climbing out of bed excitedly.

But also preparing myself for if Francisco just totally rejects it all. I had nearly blurred out what happened last night, because Halle was right. There's a good, big reason to why I keep coming back to Francisco.

I made my way over to the bathroom. Just doing my casual morning routine. A quick, ten minute shower, brushing my hair and teeth, choosing my outfit. Which an oversized dark blue and baby blue stripped shirt, along with black ripped jeans. I slipped on some slip-on black Vans.

After that, I applied my regular routine for makeup. Thirty minutes afterwards, I am ready to go down and just tell him the news. I walked towards my bedroom door. I reached towards the lock on the door, when I realized it was already unlocked.

I opened the door, as my excitement slowly sunk down. Hurrying to the stairs and down them as fast as my legs could carry me. Once I reached the bottom of the steps. I looked over at the kitchen and living room. No sign of Francisco.

I pushed open his bedroom door. His bed was nicely made and room was organized. I found his bathroom doors to be open. No sign of him down here either. I exited his room and glanced outside the window. But he wasn't out there either.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly called him through my contacts. But almost immediately after the first ring, I was sent to voicemail. I turned around to look at the island in the kitchen. There was something on the granite counter.

Making my way towards it. I find a donut on a plate, with only "come" as I could tell "wel" was cut off, a pair of glasses, besides it a stopwatch that was marked on four and the minute hand didn't move, and lastly a green card. Francisco's green card, with his face on there. Why was this all here?

I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration at this thing Francisco had set up for me. But my eyebrows became distant, when I had found out the completely puzzle he set up. But it all made sense to me now, why Martinez wanted to speak with Francisco privately, because all these random objects came together as one message.

Don't come look for me.