The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 12

After the horrible event, we started living with precaution Carlos had jimmy follow me each time I go to school, Rosa increased the security in her restaurant, she employed guards and install camera system in the store, she also hide a gun behind her counter in case of danger and she started taking self-defense lesson.  Things were a little different with Carlos knowing my pass, he was soft and over protective toward me, I didn't tell him about the rape, I was too scared he'll be disgust and hate me.

After some months of high level of security, everything died down, we resumed our normal lives no one ever brought up that issue, we kept laughing and been a strong family. As for me I knew something will eventually happen, a little voice at the back of my mind kept repeating "I will always find you, you can't escape your fate."

I stopped cutting just for Carlos sake, though he was not aware of my terrible desire for blood.

The question deep inside me was, "who wants me died? How do those men know me?" Each time those questions pop in my head I decided to shrug it off, it was least important now that I was save.

Two years later when everyone seems to have forgotten the event that took place years ago, that's when the devil decide to pop out from a surprise box with a Boo!

It all happened on a Sunday evening of April, the cool breeze swept the city of Miami making everywhere peaceful, the sky was orange mix with golden, so amazing that people stopped to look at its splendour. Even the gangster didn't curse much trouble, they were lending on the wall in each dark alley.

I looked through the window, travelling to my palace of imagination, I mentally imagine a horse flying in the orange sky, and a big giant cake falling, a giraffe standing on my window and asking me to climb his head, wow that was crazy! I thought as I kept imaging stuffs.

My joyous and happy imagination was brutally interrupted, everything changed,
It was night, I was in a hall, Carlos was there too, we laughed, then came three men, I saw guns, I grabbed one, Carlos was shot, I screamed...

"Alex!" I was snapped out of my memories by Carlos voice. I flinched, knocking my foot on the wall, I fell to the floor and a small surprised scream escaped me. "Ouch! Sorry didn't mean to scare you," Carlos blurted.

"You didn't, just thinking " I said, while shrugging, I lowered my gaze to the floor.

"In your palace of imagination?" He ask with a sympathetic smile.
Only Carlos and Rosa knew about my palace of imagination, I go there each time am sad at least I had lost of friends there, I took Carlos there once, it might seem crazy but I did.

"Why were you calling me?" I asked.

"Dinner is ready, I called you like thousand times but you didn't respond," he brought his hand for me to hold.

"Sorry," I mumbled before grabbing his hand, he gladly pull me up and we walked downstairs, all that while I was thinking about that suddenly short scene of horror, I wasn't thinking about that, it just came invading my spirit. I saw myself, I saw those guys, the shot Carlos, what does it signify? Maybe I was just dreaming, it can't be a dream I was not sleeping, maybe thinking? Or daydreaming! I was is pure confusion.

"Watch out!" Carlos screamed, shaking me out of my thoughts, I missed a stair and tripped, it was just four stair till I reach the foot of the stair, so I was not hurt, it a little bruise on my elbow.