Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Don't Forget About Me

This chapter is 18+, if you do not want to read it skip to the next chapter. It's not too much part of the story.

"I agree." Francisco said. A smile grew upon the both of our faces. Still remembering that bar of soap I had in my hand.

"You must be freezing. At least attempt to get into the water." I brought up, nearly pushing Francisco into the warm water. As we switched sides.

"At least you actually have some sort of concern." Francisco sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes at him. "

"Shut up." I reply.

"Are you sure that you are fine after your decision with Nikolay?" Francisco questions.

I had nearly forgotten about my choice. Instead of letting Nikolay live life without any sympathy or regrets. Even without the slightest of guilt of what he did to Francisco's father. I decided that he should be punished.

I gave him my last words before he was taken away and that would be the last time I would see Nikolay. Yet, I never considered him a father. Because he wasn't my dad.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I answer.

"You sure?" Francisco questions.

"Yes Francisco." I answer.

"Just making sure. It's hard to tell how you are feeling." Francisco replies. I gave him a frail smile.

"I did it for you and the fact he let Marco did what he did to me." I honestly explained.

"That means a lot. It really does. My father would be proud of you." Francisco said.

"Okay, now seriously lets take a shower." I reply. Francisco mimics me by rolling his eyes.

***

After our shower, the night went slower. Francisco was busy organizing things for the mafia, even past their main enemies being potentially cleared out. Instead of an old tee shirt with some shorts. I wore a black silky slip that I bought a while ago.

Finishing up my nightly routine, of brushing my hair, teeth, and putting on my face mask to cleanse my face. Afterwards I was finished. I headed to bed. Letting the long day pass.

I climbed onto my bed, setting my head down against the comfy new-feeling pillow. I reached over and set my phone down on the table besides the the bed.

My body slowly started shutting down and all I remembered was echoes of sounds and other voices, along with my mind bringing up other things and it became louder by the second. My eyes shut, falling into darkness.

***

I wake up feeling warm lips on my neck and shoulder. I tried resist. But those stubborn lips returned. Failing to bring myself back to sleep.

My eyes blared open. Finding the all so perfect Francisco. Pressing his lips against my neck and nibbling on it. I sat up and instead grabbed his face. Pressing my lips against his. A strong kiss.

I pulled away from Francisco's lips, gleaming into his light brown eyes.

"Francisco, what's wrong?" I question. Glancing over at the table, realizing it was two o'clock in the wrong. "It's late."

"I need you. Más que nunca." Francisco replies, half in English, and the rest in Spanish.

"I need you too." I said.