Runaway Christian.(On Hold)

Tres.

Up there is Lucas's sister Penelope.

I sat in the living room,numb and careless. I simply didn't care. They were here. The Morena family. They were all nice but I just couldn't retaliate their kindness. I felt weak and useless. Penelope Morena sat beside me and then her brother that I was supposed to marry to my right. He kept staring at me,a blank look etched onto his face. I didn't care. I only answered with a few words when necessary. They didn't ask much but it felt like an eternity. Tia and Mrs Morena were in a deep conversation while Mr Morena and my almost non-existent step father Benito were laughing about something. I just looked around like a lost puppy. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up to find a beautiful, smiling Penelope. She was really pretty. Her nose was pointed like mine but it was a bit bigger and her lips were full and pink.

She had beautiful black hair that cascaded down her back in waves and she was a bit fleshy in terms of weight. Her eye lashes long and her eyebrows a dark black like her hair. They were arched and a lot.

"Hey. Wanna ditch these old people and hang out somewhere else?" She asked politely an there was a hint of shyness. I mustered a smile and shook my head no. She pouted a bit.

"Aww,just for a bit I promise. We're gonna be sister-in-laws so it's good we get to know each other." She insisted. I contemplated and decided to go with her. Fuck it. If I was gonna leave the love of my life for another person at I needed some girlfriends. We made our around my house and I showed her the balcony that showed upon the city. We were loaded. By we I meant my 'family'. We sat there not talking for a while and I could tell she was itching to talk to me. So I started some conversation to ease her pain.
"Ever know what it's like to loose the love of your life?" I asked numb. She looked at me with confusion,then later pity.

"No,I don't know what it's like. But I bet it's probably the most horrible thing to deal with in life." She said. I sighed. The tears made their way down my face. It hurts. A lot.

"I'm so messed up. He probably doesn't want to see my face anymore." I said with pain dripping down from every word. Penelope crossed the balcony and sat beside me. She put a hand on my shoulder and took my hand either other one. Later her other hand joined the one holding mine.

"I don't much about you but if that guy really loves you,he would embrace you and give you comfort especially now. He might be hurt but he'll come after you." She said.
As if on cue,we heard shouts coming from the balcony. I asked Penelope for her phone since mine wasn't with me and phoned the guards.

"Yes ma'am." Eric said into the phone.

"Eric what's going on outside?" I asked carefully. Had my family heard what was happening?

"Mr Rodrigo is trying to get into the household. We've been told to never let him in." He answered.
My blood boiled but I was a little bit in good light. He came for me.

"You all stop harassing the man. I'm coming down myself." I said with fury evident in my voice. I cut the line and went down to the gates. Penelope followed me all the way. When I got into the living room, everyone's head turned to me in an instead but I had only one mission. Him. He was my mission right now and anything that tried to stop me would get an earful of curses. Of course someone made it their life's mission to torture me. And that someone would be my 'mother'.

"Ruthie dear?! Where are you going?" She asked. I stopped for a minute,threw her a death glare followed by a very loud growl before I exited. Penelope was still behind me. I reached,finally and found the love of my life standing in front of his car with my phone in hand. I ran to him and quickly hugged him. He responded quickly as well and squeezed me tight. His hands stroking my hair.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that my mother would do this. I love you so much please don't leave me." I ranted. We broke apart and then he looked at me. There was a different look in his eyes. Longing. Why would he long for me if he already had me? His eyes were sad. They looked hopeless. Why does this feel like something is going to end tonight? He forced a smile onto his face and handed me my phone. I took it slowly. We didn't say anything to each other. Like we were having a silent conversation. But I couldn't take it.

"Juan you know I love you." I said truthfully. He nodded but didn't say anything.
"Say something Juan Marcus. Please." I pleaded,tears threatening to fall.

"What can I say Ruthie? I love you too much to let you go." He said and it suddenly snapped. He was breaking up with me. The tears fell accompanied by a few sobs. I willed myself to be strong and went closer to him.

"Juan you don't have to. We could leave right now. We could run away right now and leave everything behind. Just please don't leave me." I begged him. His face turned impassive then impenetrable then finally,went blank. Darkness loomed on his face. He only did that when he was letting something important go.

"No. You stay here and get married. I live my life. We don't have to hear from each other anymore." He said coldly. It was a splash of cold water on my face.

"Juan you don't mean that. You just want to let me go the easy way but I don't want you to leave me alone. I want you to run away with me. I want us to be together Juan." I said trying to convince him but it was to no avail. He wouldn't let me convince him.

"It's better and easier if we don't talk to each other for a while. Good luck with him." He nudged his head in to direction of the gate where apparently everyone stood. "Take care of her for me will ya?" He said to my fiance. I don't know his name so I refer to him as anything. Juan took one look at me,then he kissed my cheek then said what would break me for good,
"I love you Nena. Stay strong. You'll forget me very soon." He pulled back and got into his car. I silently pleaded with him to stay but he wouldn't have it. He drove away. With my heart. I broke. I cried like never had. I don't know what happened next but it seemed like I was being carried somewhere. Whoever was carrying me was masculine. He smelled of strawberry. I loved strawberry but I missed the scent of Juan. His smile,his words,his warm inviting arms. I whimpered. I was suddenly laid on a soft surface. My shoes were taken off and then a blanket covered me. I closed my eyes and just lay there, praying. Please have mercy on my heart. Please just end this now. I pleaded silently with nothing in particular.