Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Edith shouted, almost shoving her boyfriend off of the bed he'd been sleeping on. Erick scrambled to sit up, sleepily searching his girlfriend's body to figure out what was wrong. "It's Zoe," His heart sank with fear, whipping the covers off of his body. He started toward the door only to be stopped by Edith, turning around in confusion. "She's gone, Erick. She left," She handed him the small note she'd found when she got up to check her phone, which had been charging across the room. "Read it," Erick sat down on the edge of the bed, doing as Edith suggested.
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Dear, Erick
I'm sorry to do this over a letter, but I knew that I couldn't leave if I saw you. First off, I want to say I love you. All of you, and I wish it didn't have to be like this. Second, I just need to get away for a little while. Between Christopher and Zabdiel, this isn't an environment I want to bring my child up in. I fucked up the band, and maybe with me gone you guys can continue together. I don't want to be in the way of your careers, and my being there does that.
This might seem selfish, and maybe in a way it is. But, I'm lost, Erick. Maybe some time alone, just me and the baby, will do everyone good. No, he still doesn't know. I think it's easier this way. Christopher told me to go, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
P.S. - Have Jade fill in for me, she'd do a great job.
- With love & regret, your favorite Pendejo
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"Christopher Bryant Vélez Muñoz, open this motherfucking door before I break it!"
Erick pounded on the door, the wooden object flying open a few moments later to reveal a pissed of Christopher. He opened his mouth to yell but stopped himself over the look of pure anger on Erick's face. "She's gone," Christopher cocked his head to the side, not understanding who he was talking about. Erick rolled his eyes, opening up his twitter to show him one of the many photos he'd been spammed with. Edith was busy telling Zabdiel the exact same news. "Zoe left, Christopher," He clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to slam Christopher's head into the wall beside them.
"And part of it's your fault,"
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"Flight 907 to Miami, now landing."
Zoe perked up at the sound, rubbing dried tear tracks off of her face. She slid her backpack on, grabbing a duffle bag from overhead on her way out. Heat soaked through her clothing the minute she stepped away from baggage claim with her suitcase, pulling it behind her. Miami was scorching with surprising heat as she hailed a cab. She was slightly happy with the fact they had an apartment in Miami, which is why she decided to go there. But, she also wasn't fond of the fact she'd be staying in a place partially owned by her... boyfriend? He ex? She wasn't sure what to call him.
She paid the driver once they reached the address she'd memorized a few months back. This was her first official time seeing the place, stopping by the front desk to let them know she wasn't just some random person. "Thank you," Zoe thanked the tiny old woman, making her way upstairs by elevator. "406, 406..." She murmured to herself until she found the black numbers on a red door, inhaling deeply as she unlocked it. "Here goes nothing," Pushing open the front door, Zoe was hit the scent of orange cleaner, confusion settling in.
Placing her stuff just inside of the foyer, she closed the door behind her. "Wow, I should've ordered that couch," Zoe told herself, noting that the living room and kitchen, from what she could see, were empty. Moving down the hallway, she poked her head in each room to see the bathrooms were empty, and so were two of the bedrooms. But then she reached the master bedroom and burst into tears.
"I have something for you too, but it has to wait until the end of the tour because it's currently in Miami."
The room was almost completely decorated from head to toe in their favorite color, red. It wasn't simply red, but greys, whites, and blacks were all mixed in. She was surprised by how spacious the room was, a slider door leading to a big balcony. The bed was king-sized, matching the black dresser and nightstands in there. A large mirror hung behind the dresser, a jewelry box resting off to one side. She knew that it was meant to be her side, the right side usually was when it came to them.
Zoe moved over to the dresser, opening the left side to see some of his clothing already in there. Pulling open the right side, she found some brand new clothing that was in her size. He'd gone shopping for her. Closing her drawers, she took one of his t-shirts and brought it up to her face. A small sob escaped her lips, breathing in the scent of sandalwood. In her mind, Zoe allowed herself five minutes to break down. Then, she got up, dusted herself off, and dropped her stuff off in the room.
"Okay, baby," She placed a hand on her stomach, speaking softly to the growing fetus. "It's just you and me now," Zoe grabbed her keys, purse, and phone to make her way downstairs. Stopping off in the office, she approached the little old lady from earlier with a kind smile. "Hi, do you know where the closest furniture store is?" Linda, she'd learned her name eventually, told her about a local store just down the street. "Thank you,"
"Of course, dear. Just be careful, it is Miami, after all."
