Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 31.

Spence didn't lie.

I mean, if he had touched me, I would know. I haven't been with anyone in a very long time. My body will remember.

I sat on my bed, holding a bag of chips as I stared into my laptop. That laptop was one of the things I keep forgetting exists. I was watching the footage for second time and I kept swearing it in my head that it had nothing to do with Spence even though it totally did. Whatever this man had done to me, it's working, it's working very effectively.

The footage didn't give much away. Only that I looked very stupid in my drunk state and I slept off before Spence made it to my bedroom. And so, he had to carry me. It got creepy when the footage showed him staring at me while I slept. In my most vulnerable form, he could have done anything to me. I'm definitely never drinking again. If he was working for Valdez-

I couldn't even begin to imagine, I'll most likely be dead now. I sighed, the video showed Spence pacing like he was restless while I slept on the bed like a dead cow with my mouth opened. He slept on the couch but he texted for a long time before sleeping. I tried to zoom into his phone to get a name or number or something but it was really blurry. I got nothing.

There was something about him, something about the way he stared at me like he hated me and switches it up real quick to a friendly happy stare. While he texted, he sometimes looked from his phone to the direction of my bedroom where I slept. He had a look on his face that sent a chill down my spine. Not the good kind of chill, the bad kind. Whoever this man is, I need to find out. If I was going to spread my legs after such a long time, I had to know who I was spreading it for.

I took a screenshot when Spence's face appeared on my screen. It wasn't so clear but clear enough for Carlos to find his details. I sent it to Carlos' private email address.

Carlos Rivera is one of the most trusted people in my life after Elisa. We grew up together although he is older than I am, we got a long pretty well. He left Mexico when I was sixteen without a note, nothing. I never understood until he showed up for my wedding univited. In a fit of mild rage, I threw a glass of red wine on his sparkling white suit.

When he and the rest of my family had somewhat calmed me down, he explained his disappearance and how he was working for the FBI now. Apparently, he couldn't tell me of his plans to be an agent then because he felt I wasn't 'old enough' to understand and for that, he earned a kick in the groin.

He too didn't approve of Valdez. I argued that he didn't know him well enough to say that but he insisted that Valdez gave him this vibe he didn't like and that he wasn't happy I married him. I wasn't happy about his statement obviously and gave him a cold shoulder for the rest of the wedding. When I started running, he came to my aid first.

Why I didn't listen to him or everyone else that said the same thing is what I'll never understand. I was so stupid and blind. But that's what that thing they call love, does to you.

When I started running, he came to my aid. Providing shelter, clothes, food and money before I contacted Elisa. He still helps me every now and then and I'll be eternally grateful and indebted to him because Carlos is doing more than he should. He's putting his career on the line. I'm wanted in Mexico.

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Walking to Sarah's Delight in the evening brought me real delight. My favorite time of the year was almost here, summer. It brought all the good memories I had as a kid growing up. Playing in the fields and parading in really short, shorts to the dismay of my dear father. His laughter sounded like an echo in my head, so faraway. Those were the good times, the happy times.

The warm breeze blew on my face as some locs dropped from my bun. I was grateful for my choice of outifit today although I had a feeling I wss going to throw the flannel away soon.