Saving The Devil

1. How I Met Your Father

Isn't it kinda funny how you think the world of someone, only to have it crash and burn?! Well... I am far too experienced not to tell you, NOT to trust them again. Another chance, sure but trust, come on! Why give them another part of you to break?

Oh because you're in love!
Or atleast that's what you think!

Me on the other hand, It's what I know. He wasn't some friend I got close to, or a family member I've known all my life, he was the man who tortured me just because he had a huge metaphorical stick up his ass! Yet, here I am. Giving him another chance to choose "the family" over me. And why you may ask?
Because as I said, I am stupidly, mind blowingly, in love with that oversized Meatball!

So with an empty revolver and 3 knives perfectly hidden all over my easily accessible limbs, I did what no pregnant woman should do. I went back for him, I went back to save my Meatball!!!

9 MONTHS EARLIER

"Like there is no way he's a nitwit, él es muy guapo(he is so handsome)" she assured the person at the other end of the call, but trust me, the only nitwit was the dumb cashier!

Just like every other Thursday, I left work and headed straight to the grocery store. Weekends were always the best tipping days, so I didn't want to do it then and miss out on the extra bucks, plus, since I had 5 hours until my next shift, why not?

"Hey excuse me, could you cash these?" I asked completely bored with her conversation "I kinda have to-"

"Like rude much!"

"I'm sorry, but you were just-"

"Nada Cece, just some annoying chica(girl)" she rolled her eyes ignoring me completely and she continued. I was about to argue but then I looked up and saw her busily rubbing away at her nails with a file.

So I lounged over the counter without hesitation. My anger was climbing and with every step it took towards the top, my fist collided with that stupid makeup clad face of hers.

"Who's annoying now chica?" I screamed "What? I can't hear you, pequeña perra(you little bitch)!"

"Enschuldigen Sie(excuse me)"

"What?"

"Enschuldigung Mädchen(excuse girl)!"

"Ouch!" Just then I jumped up as a stranger pushed me aside. I looked up to notice that the cashier was sitting untouched, realizing I let my imagination run wild again. As always! "Hey, you can't just skip the line, you have to wait like every-"

"Cash. These. Now!"

That was it! I'm tired of this ignoring Deandra game everyone seems to be enjoying. "Hey, dude!" stepping in front of him I placed my hand down before chatty could scan his cigars.

Oh so that got his attention!

"I said...wait like everyone else pal." I motioned to the line behind me.

"Since you stood staring, I said en-schul-di-gung" he pronounced every syllable while lowering his face to mine "or don't you speak Englisch?" Now our faces were only inches apart and burnt coffee rolled of his breath.

"That" I hardened my voice "wasn't English psycho!" And if at this specific moment I wasn't acting so tough, I would have seen his massive hand about to strike but then a voice froze it mid-air.

When his hand fell, I could see the muscles in his jaw twitch a couple times and his mouth too. Almost as if he was trying his best to conceal his anger at the intruder, all the while never shifting his eyes from mine.

"Nando?" There it was again... that voice again.

"Nando?" It was getting closer but he didn't seem to care. And I for one wasn't about to let him win, so I held his gaze, not caring about the time, work or even the dumb ass customers who, if I might add, hadn't step in to defend me yet. Hence, I just stared.

"Nando, what the fuck is this?" The voice demanded, "and WHO the fuck is that?" The voice added.

A couple seconds slipped by then he dug into his pocket, gave me a glance over and spoke. His voice was cleared of all emotions and cold as the artic seas. "Nobody."

A hush fell over the aisle and a chill ran down my spine. I don't know why it affected me so much, but the way he said it shook me to my core. Nobody.

"That's...16.99." Chatty finally broke the silence. He threw a $20 bill, strode over to his girl and just before he vanished through the supermarket doors, he threw a look over his shoulder that caught me dead in the eyes.

No more words were needed. That look said it all. From the depths of those dark eyes straight into my brain, the meaning came.

I shall be seeing you again, soon. Real soon!