f i v e : strangers are always easier to talk to
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Isabella's POV
I get out of the shower and go to my bed. Rose is all dressed and ready. She already took the trash out and sprayed air freshener. I caught her eye and nodded. I sent a small 'thank you' her way and then I brushed my hair and put my shoes on. I sat on my bed and nestled my face into my pillow. I really didn't want to have to tell her about my past. I've only ever told my best friend because he was there on that sidewalk with me. Plus my Abuela. Rose was a stranger. But I know I can trust her. She's definitely proved it. In many ways. So as I wait for her to pester me, I drink water slowly.
"Can you tell me about your dream?" She asks quietly. I shake my head. Then I take a second and nod. There's no point in lying. She witnessed first hand one of my worst dreams.
"My father was murdered in front of me at age five. The men had shot him while he protected my Mama and older brother. I was watching the whole thing from the sidewalk. I was holding my best friend's hand for dear life. I had let out a scream and the guys' had shot me in the thigh." I point to my scar that's just under the hem of my shorts. I lift the bottom up and show her the scar. Her eyes gloss over.
"How was it bad enough for you to wake up puking?" I sigh. "Well, one, the alcohol from last night didn't help. Two, I haven't had this bad of a dream since the end of senior year, and this one was different..." I trail off. She looks me in the eyes. It's such an intense stare it eventually becomes too much and I look away. "How so?" She prods. I gulp loudly and look her in the eyes.
"You were there." Her eyes widen. I hesitate to say the next part, it made my stomach churn just thinking about it. "You smiled as you kicked my dead father's body." She starts to cry and she covers her mouth with her hand. I grab her free hand and squeeze it, reassuring her that it was okay. "I'm so freaking sorry Isabella." I shake my head. "Don't be. You cannot control my dreams, and I know you'd never do it in real life. It wasn't real, it was just a dream. Do not apologize." She nods slowly but gets up. "I need to go, I'm sorry." She says, grabbing her water and running out of the room.
I shouldn't have told her so soon. You can't just tell someone that three days after meeting them. I laid my head down and decided to skip classes today. On days where I have really bad dreams, I stay home. I get some rest. Or I go out and try to take my mind off it. Because a lot of the time my dreams wake me in the middle of the night, I usually rest. However, today isn't the case. I finish crying and just lay in my bed. I stare at the ceiling and decide to take my mind off shit for a while. I put on some black shorts and a tank. I throw on a leather jacket and grab my phone and keys. I get my car and drive to the nearest bike shop I could find.
I park. I walk in and up to the cashier man. I motion for him to come closer to me. He eyes me but does as I say. "Mi papa es dueño de este lugar." Then I pull a picture of me and him out of my wallet. I show him and he points toward the door and smiles nervously. I nod and go through the door into a huge room full of motorcycles. I go to Harley Davidson's section and pick out my most favorite bike. I put the helmet on and get on. I start the motorcycle up and put my keys and phone into my pocket. I look at the guy and he smiles at me. He opens the mini-garage and I pull out of the room.
I have no idea where I'm going but I keep heading West. After about two hours I make it to a beach. I could definitely use this. I strip down into my underwear and bra then put my hair into a ponytail. I make sure all my stuff is safe and the bike is in a good spot. I walk in the sand, letting the sand fall between my toes and I take a deep breath. Just taking in the scenery. After my skin starts getting hot I walk towards the ocean. I get in and just swim until I can barely see the buildings around the beach. I'd get a pretty bad sunburn but I needed this.
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foreign feelings :) {Completed}
RomanceThe first day of college. Doesn't it sound scary, nerve-wracking? Doesn't it make your stomach churn with excitement? When nineteen-year-old Isabella Alvarez walks to her campus room, she feels all these emotions, but add a little bit more of excite...
