Lo Siento

21

It was 10am, Tuesday morning, by the time the limo dropped us off in a vacant, fourth floor, Sears parking lot besides the two cars that were already parked. James was my driver. Once he parked near the two cars, he hopped out of the driver's seat and opened my door for me. I don't know how this kid has so much energy. He didn't stop for a break, not even once. Besides gas, but even then it was self-service. He didn't stretch his legs once, just following orders.

I haven't thought of anything the whole 24hr drive from Ontario to NY. I didn't bother thinking of Marcel pulling a gun on me. Or my best friend dying. Or her unborn. My face felt like it was drenched with Botox and every medication the Kardashians have ever used all together. I had no more feeling in my face. My mind was blank.

"Yo..." James snaps me back to reality.

"You coming out, or nah?" he backs up from the door giving me space to get out. I looked up at him and walked out. I stood to the right side of the car with my head held low to prevent the New York City morning lights from blinding me. James ran to the other car that was parked three spots away. I looked up slightly to see which "Monopoly Man" owned this nice, yellow Lamborghini. James opened the back seat door. I wasn't surprised at who smirked and jumped out the car, happy and stronger than ever. My eyes didn't even widen. My jaw didn't drop. My heart didn't skip a beat. My body heat stayed the same. No sweat. No jump scares. I refuse to be scared of him anymore even when I should be. He slowly steps out of the car, dressed casually in a plain, white T-Shirt with sagging, American Eagle ripped jeans and low top Vans. I could see the outline of his chest and abs which was topped off with his famous man-bun that made him look more assertive and powerful. This was the end.

"Juliana" he calls my name firm. I don't jump or move from off the car. I watched him crack his knuckles as he walked closer to me with each step.

"You see, I've been thinking about your name. The mini speech you gave me when you tried to kill me Monday morning..." Ethan continues as James shoots me a glare.

"You actually tried it? I thought you were joking!" James' eyes widen as he closes the door.

"You actually interrupting me?" Ethan turns around to question James, who looks down and opens the driver's side. Once I saw who was driving, I instantly regained feeling in my body and wanted to cry and hug him. His face was long and tired. I could tell he's been crying all morning. After all, he did lose his wife and child because of him. Because of Ethan, and he was still working for him and driving day-long jobs. Why can't Ethan just give us a break? But my question is, why is Antonio working for him?

"Sup, Roman. Sorry to hear" Ethan pounds his chest out of respect and gives Antonio dap. Antonio just nods his head. He looked pale. His lips were dry and peeling. Ethan was centimeters away from me by now. I stared straight ahead the whole time. My focus never left his chest. I had to see if I could find a heart. Somewhere. Somewhere deep down...

I didn't move. He moved a strand of my hair behind my left ear and cupped my chin. He chuckled as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. A new pair. Oh great, this again.

"Wrists," he holds out his hands expecting me to put them in them. I stay still.

"Wrists!" he yells louder. I still don't move. I hope he just shoots me and gets it over with.

He doesn't bother asking again. He just snatches my wrists. I bow my head but he uses his fists and bumps it back up, making my teeth hit each other in pain. I shed a tear. He wipes it. That's our relationship.

I don't listen. He repeats himself. I ignore him. He hurts me. I cry. He comforts me.

He stares at me the whole time as he places the handcuffs on my wrists and tightens it all the way until I could see the bone print in my skin.