Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 31|| the end

J U L I E T T E

The moment the car reached the front of Richard's house I stormed into the house, jogging up the stairs and packing my belongings simulationusly. I wiped away tears as I came upon the Polaroids Richard and I had taken over the course of the last four months. It felt wrong to take them with me after everything I found out today. If he really loved and trusted me like he said he would have opened up about this before I found out this way.

I took every single one of them down, stuffing them into the now empty cabinets. I wasn't cruel enough to rip them, but I certainly didn't need them hanging up there as a reminder of us.

The room looked bare without my paintings and drawings hanging there. Everything started to look like it had when I first arrived, and it stung to leave this place just as I was beginning to get used to it.

I grabbed my bags, calling Rafael and politely asking him to help me put these in the trunk. I had scheduled my flight in the way back, so everything was ready to go. The worst part of it all was grabbing all the money I had earned, because it was only a reminder of the part I played in all of this.

"Juliette!"

Just as I grasped the door of the car Richard came up jogging to me. He frowned as he studied my face, which immediately gave away that something was wrong. "What's wrong, mami?"

I shook my head, looking away before I regretted my decision.

"Please, talk to me." He reached out for my hand, which I took back as we touched.

"If I'm completely honest, that is the last thing I want to be doing right now." I couldn't hide the coldness of my words. I wanted to push him away or do anything to do so. I didn't care how far things went right now, I just needed to get back home and be with Marisol.

"Just five minutes, mami. Please." As he pleaded he grabbed my hand tightly. I looked down, debating whether or not to give in. My head was saying no, but my heart melted at the sad look that casted over his eyes. I knew I'd regret leaving without giving him an explanation later on...

"You have five minutes Richard Camacho. Nothing more, nothing less."

*****

"What's going on? You were fine before I left for the studio, and now you're packing your bags and saying you have to go..."

"I met somebody today." I began, not knowing where to start this crazy story. Just by thinking of it the knot in my throat begins to form. "I saw her Instagram hate account dedicated to you, and I wanted to clean up your name."

"No, no. What? Why would you do that? You know how much more problems that creates?" He sighed, removing his black cap and running a hand through his blonde hair. "You could've been in danger, Juliette. Your safety always comes first-"