Cold Hearted

•Bitter Sweet Tragedy•

{•edited•}
                          ~Ida's POV~

      I'm nowhere near tired and Santi doesn't seem to be either. If anything, I was more tired than I was when before we kissed. That woke me up more than anything clever could and would. Eventually, I find myself watching him more so than the movie.
     His cheekbones are well defined, but not in a way that's drastic, his jaw is sharp and clenched as he focuses on the screen. His full lips are a shade or two lighter than his skin tone. The way the art on his arms compliments him so could it should be considered one of the ten deadly sins.
    "This is strange," he says, side-eyeing me. My face heats up at the thought of being caught. "It's usually me staring at you, but the other way around." I snap my head away, my heart pounding in my chest.
    "I'm sorry," I say, holding the blanket closer to me. He shakes his head, giving me one of his prize-winning grins.
   "Stare all you want. I'm all about equality."
    •••••••
    
      This morning with him was quiet and awkward. He didn't say one word and neither did I. He made extra advances specifically to not touch me. He's always made comments on me and would touch me in any way he could, so why stop now? Especially after what happened last night. Did he not like it?
    "Thank you for driving me," I say. He just shrugs, only giving me a short glance. Was it not what he thought it would be like last night? I place my hand on the door, taking a disappointing breath before pulling.
    "I'm sorry," he says. My turn around to look at him in confusion. "I've been weird all morning. Is just...I don't know how to act now."
    "Why?" I ask, shuttling the door completely again.
    "Because I don't know where I stand with you now. Before I was the guy whose head over heels for you and you not giving me the light of day and now I'm the guy who's still in love with you, but now also the guy who you let kiss you."
    I sigh, understanding what he means. Maybe I should have brought it up before we left. "I'm sorry," I was in a hushed voice. "It's just hard for me to-"
     "Ida!" My dad's voice yells, startling me. Santi tenses, pitting his head down. I open the door, immediately getting out. Santi looks up at me, giving me the fakest smile that breaks my heart a little. I wish I could at least say by and thank you once more for letting me stay with him.
     "I'm sorry," I say. My dad stares at me disappointedly before pointing inside angrily. I've never been in trouble for me; there's been nothing for me to do that could get me in trouble. My mom turns around dishwasher the bowels that I assume they used for breakfast. Her eyes widen she sees me.
    "You had us worried sick last night," he says. I look down, guilty for practically nothing. I couldn't message either of them that I wasn't coming home because of the gates because my phone was dead.
   "I couldn't tell you guys I wouldn't be home because my phone died. The gates were locked until ten," I tell him. He scoffs, shaking his head. I know there is more to why he's so upset and I know exactly way as well.
    "What were you doing with Santiago?" He asks. My mom lets out a small gasp. She's gonna know he's the reason why I've been smiling so much these last two days.
   "He was gonna drop me off last night because Eliza left early, but I had to stay the night with him," I explain. My mom relaxed, obviously happy nothing bad happened. That's what they should be thinking about; at least I'm safe.
    "Did he touch you? I swear to god if he even as much as-"
    "Dad!" I shout, finally snapping. I hear my mom snicker behind us. Not the time. "He didn't do anything to me, and he would never hurt me."
    "Oh come on, don't be naive. No one is a stranger to the things he does along with those other criminals," he says through clenched teeth. "The last thing you need is to be around that. I won't allow it." I lock eyes with my mom. I'm not sure if my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I think she upset, not with me, but with my father.
     "I won't be." It's so unlike me, but him telling me he doesn't want me around Santi makes me want him that much more.
     ••••••
                         ~Santi's POV~

    "I got here as soon as I could," I say breathlessly. As soon as I left from dropping Ida up, my older sister, Amor, called me saying that our parents got in a car accident, both needing to be hospitalized. She's already been told that it was not their fault and that the other driver has been taken into custody. The whole drive here I was listening to nothing but my racing heartbeat.
    "They've only given me an update on dad. He broke two ribs in his left side, sprained his left ankle, and has a mild concussion. I was told the driver hit moms side," she tells me, yawning. She looks exhausted.
    "Please have my mom be okay," I pray out loud in a whisper, sitting down beside my sister. Despite our age gap, we've always been very close. We've always been each other's best friends.
    "She will be, Mommas Boy," she teases, poking my side. I slicker, examining her features. Her eyes are bloodshot, bad under her eyes, hair a mess, nails chewed down. I give her a sympathetic smile.
    "Be honest with me," I start, "is it coming back?" I ask. She nods slowly, pushing back tears. This happens every now and then, more often now. I had noticed her eyes darting around, but I didn't want to press it.
   "I'm trying to push it to the side," she says. I shake my head.
   "You can't keep it to yourself. You know what happens when you do that," I say. Each time her depression and anxiety come back to get her, they get worse. And with an eleven-year-old daughter, she can't afford it coming back. "Why didn't you talk to Adriel?" I ask.
   "I fucking wish I could," she says, suddenly sounding sad and angry. "Every time one of us opens our mouth it just causes a fight and I'm exhausted from that. So if I could console in him about this, I would."
    The way her voice cracks as she tells me some of the details makes me want to punch or do worse to Adriel. I love my sister with all my heart, and I know he loves her, but she's so stupid when it comes to him. The beginning of last year was the worst for them when she left for a considerable amount of time. They got in a fight, he lost his temper and hit her. Of course, she only came to me about it and I did worse to him than I thought a bread roller could. Let's just say he had a scar on his chest. Somehow, she found it in her huge, damaged heart to forgive him.
    "Are you still considering the divorce?" She nods again, wiping a tea before it can run down her cheek.
   "I still love him," she says. I nod, taking her hand and squeezing it. If you were to see me when I'm doing this for Castel and the gang and right now you would get two completely different sides of me. For my family, I'm a completely different person, a good person. "With all of my heart, but he makes it too difficult. What would you do?"
     "I would work through it until now didn't love the person anymore, until I got too tired," I tell her. "And unfortunately, I think you've met that point."

    AN: Shit has hit the fan only half force for Ida and wahaha! I had to mention what's been going on with our beloved Ador! Poor Amor has been going through hell😩 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
    Question: What do you think will happen with Ida and Santi? How do you feel about what happened to her and her dad?
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