Loco for you Forever

I Never Knew

Raul's POV:

I could see the fear in Merche's chocolate gaze. A look I know too well within myself, I didn't want to see her like this. So I helped her escape the coffee shop without her being seen by the man. We successfully got outside to the parking lot. "Thank you so much Raul, that guy scares me so much, I usually panic when he is around me." Merche said to me. Then she gave me a hug. I didn't know how to react. My heart sped up like a rabbit and my breath stopped, I hugged her back, feeling her warm embrace. I was about to start walking back to my motel room when Merche said, "Raul, you don't have to walk home, I can give you a ride". My heart skipped a beat and I muttered out the words "O-okay" and hopped in the passenger seat. The car was a bit messy, with a few papers scattered around, she had a car freshener scent, lavender. What a beautiful and peaceful scent, it matched Merche so well. I told her the directions to the motel, and before I got out of the car she stopped me. Merche looked at me with concern and sympathy. She spoke softly to me, "Raul, do you not have a home?" her voice was on the verge of breaking. My eyes were fogging up, I did not want Merche to know I was poor and homeless, she wouldn't want me then. I looked away as a tear ran down my sun kissed cheek. Shit, now she will know I am just a cry baby. Merche turned my head towards hers brushed the tear from my cheek with her thumb. "Grab your things, you can live in my house." she said quietly and somewhat strictly to me. I didn't know how to react, I sat in shock, then got out of the car to retrieve my few belongings.

Merche's POV:

I have never seen so much emotional depth in a man in all of my life. This is the thing I love about Raul, he doesn't like showing his deep emotions, but he also doesn't hide behind a perfect mask. I had so many questions though, what has happened in Raul's life? It makes me wonder a lot of different things and assumptions, but I will have to find out myself. I feel really bad for Raul, he obviously has gone through an immense rough patch in his life, I hope I can help heal his emotional wounds. Raul came out of the room and returned the key to the motel owner. He only had one flimsy backpack upon his shoulders, was this all he had with him? He sat back in the passenger seat. "Are you ready to go Raul?" I asked him. Raul just nodded quietly and we headed out to my flat. There were three bedrooms in me and Teresa's flat, so there would definitely be enough room for Raul to live with us. The drive was silent, but it wasn't an awkward silent, more like a sympathetic and sentimental quiet. We arrived at my flat, oh great, it was a mess. "Sorry about this, my flat is such a mess right now" I said to him, moving things and cleaning hastily to make the apartment more presentable. "It's okay, it isn't really that messy", Raul told me. I showed him to the guest room, "This is where you can sleep, I never have any guests over anyways". I got Raul familiar with the apartment by giving him a brief tour. I heard the phone ring, it was the police. I was shocked and confused. "Is this Merche Munoyerro?" the police officer asked. "Yes" I replied nervously. "I am sorry to tell you this Merche, but your sister Teresa has been murdered". I dropped the phone.