A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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I stood under the shower head, water cascading down my face and body. My hair was slick backed soaked in water as it stuck to my back as I wrapped my arms around myself. I just stood there for what seemed like hours as my tears blended with the beating down water. I can't get the image of him on the ground struggling to just breathe out of my mind. His fight that he tried to put up just for it go to nothing. And the way I put myself in front of him...it was just scary. Just thinking back to how I overshadowed him from it scared me.
How I just protected him....just like that. No hesitation. Imagine if it were something more serious than this. Deadlier. What if I were to do that in those types of situations? I would seriously get myself hurt and it terrified the hell out of me. And for him.
I heard a knock on my door so I got out the shower wrapping myself in a robe and drying my hair. I sat on my bed as I asked whoever it was to come in. It was papa.
"Hey, mi gordito. There's someone here for you?", I just shook my head at him as he pierced his lips closing the door. It was Messiah. I already knew. It's Wednesday and I'm just not going to school this week. I can't face him or I'm reminded of what happened on Saturday night. It's really shitty of me to do that especially since he took most of the...yeah, and for me. But it's also the fact he said I love you. I may have been going out of it but I still heard it. And that made my heart do things I never knew it could do. I couldn't face him and I'll do it for as long as I can.
Papa came back in with his hands on his hips giving me a look. He sat beside me as I moved underneath my covers.
"Mi gordito, that boy down there is heartbroken. Mi corazon hurts just looking at him. What happened?", he looked at me as I avoided his eyes.
"When did you say I love you to mamá?", he made an 'ahh' sound as he pulled me into his chest.
"You know, you're just like her. We didn't talk for at most two weeks before she even said a sentence to me. She was confused also. Before you were born, we didn't have the best relationship but stayed together because she was pregnant with you. You were pretty unexpected mostly because your mamá couldn't have kids. Our little miracle. When she was in labor I couldn't be there but when I got there and saw you in her arms, that was the only thing I could think of to say to her. I didn't regret saying it though. But the point of this is, it doesn't matter where I said it but more about the right timing. I felt it was right to get it off my chest at the moment. And you can't be mad at the young man for that. Take your time but don't push him away," he kissed my forehead as I smiled softly watching him close my door again.
