Deeper waters

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April's POV

I mopped around the house all day, I cried so much my eyes hurt, my throat ached, and my heart broke. I hated being here and at the time I hated being alive, most of all I hated Nate. What gives him the right to make me so miserable, but he's so happy. Auntie bought another car just so he could take out his girlfriend, she started smiling at Nate the way I used to see her smile at my dad. Is that what she sees every time she looks at him? I couldn't blame her now, it's like he's becoming a new person. He's in class, he makes good grades, when he's not with his girlfriend he's at home helping around the house. I was so envious of the light in her eye every time she looked at him. I wanted that happiness, but the only thing that made me smile seemed to disappear. Hector, disappeared.

"April!" Aunt Stephanie called.

I dragged my ass from the couch and climbed up the stairs. Each step made me wonder what it would be like to "accidentally" fall down the long stairway. Would I just tumble or would it break my neck causing me to die instantly? It was thoughts like these Hector pushed to the back of my mind. He gave me something to live for, I don't want to go on without him.

When I came to my aunt's bedroom door she patted the spot next to her on the bed. I slowly walked over before sitting on the bed as I was told, she took my hands in hers and looked me over closely. I hadn't said a word to her since she came into my room lecturing me on sex, this would be the fist time we talked in four days.

"I don't like the idea of you and Hector. I don't like him. " My aunt said giving me a stern look.

I laughed lightly and sniffled, "So what are you saying, Auntie?" I asked snatching my hands out of hers.

She placed her hands on her knees and sighed, "I don't want you with him, he's no good."

I crinkled my nose in disgust, "He's my boyfriend. I don't care what you think or want, he wanted me when no one else did, loved me when no one else could, held me when no one else wanted to." I let a tear roll effortlessly down my cheek, "I don't care what you say or want I'm never going to stop talking to him." I said sternly.

My aunt's eyes held hurt and shock, all she could do was shake her head and whisper, "What has he done to you?"

I smiled at her, "He made me happy. When life came an bit me right on the ass, he was the one that made me happy." I cried, "Don't you want me to be happy?"

My aunt didn't say a word further.

I left her bedroom, leaving her to the quiet of her room and her evil thoughts. I laid in my bed and curled into a ball, clenching my knees to my chest as if it was keeping my heart from falling out of it. I grabbed my phone off the dresser and texted Hector.

Where are you? Why aren't you here with me?

I stared at the phone screen waiting for a reply. I waited around the lines of ten minutes for him to text back and say, "I'm sorry, babe." I wanted that closure, I wanted to know why he was playing Houdini and disappeared from my life. I didn't get it, frustratedly I dropped my head into my pillows and sobbed.

I only stopped when I heard my bedroom door creek open, "I'm going to work, April. I need you to stay home."  Auntie's voice said.

"Okay." I sniffed.

I knew she was gone when I heard the garage door close. There was nothing left to do but take a nap.
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A popping sound haunted my dreams causing me to open my eyes. It was only when I looked over, my heart set on fire. He waved and smiled, I rushed to my window and practically dragged him inside.

"Hector!" I wrapped my arms around his torso and he planted his chin on top of my head. Tears rolled down my face soaking into his thin shirt.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asked.

I buried my face into his scent and cried, "I thought you had forgotten me." I croaked.

I felt his stomach tense before relaxing again, "Why would you think that?" He asked.

"Nate said I was a booty call." I told him.

"Stop listening to that puta, babe!" Hector stressed.

"I'm sorry, I just needed you so bad. I love you."

"I love you too." He said, I flinched a little when his arm jerked making me look up at him. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked tired and worn out.

"Hector you should lay down on my bed." He gave his nose a deep sniff before doing as I told him. When laid on his back I sat on top of him and kissed his lips, which were dry and cracked. I nearly hopped out of my skin when his body jerked again.

"Hector, what's wrong with you?" I gasped looking him over.

Hector rubbed his nose again and sniffed, "Nothing, just chill, you're thinking to hard." He pulled me down and laid me on his chest. He felt so warm, but I could also feel him shaking.

Was he scared? Was there something I should know? Was he nervous? Why was he so jumpy? "Why did you leave?" I asked him.

Hector let out a frustrated groan, "April I had things to do! Why the hell are you drilling me with these questions!" He yelled.

I was taken back, almost wanted to ask him why he was so annoyed with me, but I didn't want him to get angry with me again. "Nate told me."
Hector groaned.

"He said you played me, and that you didn't love me, that's why you left."

"Why does he always try to bring you down?" Hector growled.

I sighed sadly, "It's my punishment." I said.

"What is he punishing you for?" Hector asked while he stroked my back.

"He blames me for my parents death."
Hector jerked again before scoffing, "How can he blame you for that?"

"They slid into the lake while they were driving through a storm, all for my birthday present, and they drowned." A tear flowed down my cheek and landed on his chest.

"Hey, look​ at me." Hector lifted my chin and locked eyes with me. He planted a kiss on my lips, "It's not your fault." He said and kissed me again. I kissed him back harder and he responded running his hands up my shirt. I put my hands in his hair and kissed him again. I felt a warm trickle run over my top lip. Curious I touched it and what I saw made me scream and jump out of bed.
"What!" Hector yelled.

"Your nose! It's bleeding!" I screeched.

Hector groaned, "Come here!" He yelled. I jumped before slowly easing back over to him. "It's just the stress from moving to my new apartment on Westfield."

"Westfield?" I asked.

"Yup, number 233." Hector smiled.

"Wait, that's not far from here." I smiled.

I felt his phone vibrate in his pocket making me look down, he grabbed it and read the caller ID before putting it back into his pocket. My eyebrow lifted, "Who was that?" I asked.

"I'm bleeding out over here, are you going to bring me some tissues or what?" Hector growled.

I slowly nodded and left the room to get the tissue. It must've been Carlos, no he would've answered Carlos. His mom? I questioned myself over and over about Hector. He was acting weird like-like he was... I'm thinking to hard. I grabbed the tissue and walked back to my room, "Hector?" I gasped.

My window was open and Hector was no where to be found. All that was left was a bloody shirt that was laid out on my bed like an extra blanket. I crawled in the bed a grabbed his shirt, hugging it close to my body.

My phone beeped with a message,
Your Mexican Hottie
Goodbye, love you with all my heart.

I smiled and held his shirt even tighter.
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