My Bestfriend's Father (Spooky)

Chapter 28

Hermione

"I said I could do it. I can't lay low forever. Quit trying to baby me!" Oscar was getting frustrated with everyone these past few weeks. Tito was trying to help Oscar put his shirt on without irritating the wound that hasn't healed yet. It's only been two weeks and Oscar just isn't having it. "Get out! Hermione make him leave!" Oscar yelled as I sighed getting up from the couch making my way to his room. Opening the door I had to forcefully hold in my laughs. "Tito, you can go now, I got it." Tito sighed and walked out the door with his head held down in shame. I on the other hand made my path to Oscar making him sit on the bed. I pulled the shirt off. His head and right arm that was stuck in the head hole of it making Oscar even more angry. "Arms our, tilt your head down. Please stop trying to be difficult. I can also see you pouting so stop, it ain't cute on a 32 year old man." I tried so hard not to die of laughter.

I had seen Oscar try to fight Tito more this week than I have in the past few months I've known them. Quite frankly I thought it was funny but childish on Oscar's end. I felt bad for Tito, all he was doing was trying to help. "Can you just look after me? I won't fight with you, I promise!" He begged with puppy eyes. "Fine, I'll look after you but if you try to buck me I will call Tito. Do you understand me?" He nodded vigorously. "Thank you." I smiled at him in return.

Oscar

Truth be told, I was only giving Tito a hard time because I knew he'd get tired of me quickly and tell Hermione to do the job. That man can't stand me when I buck him on things. It was the funniest thing ever. A knock on the front door made Hermione walk out of the room but I didn't follow. The door was opened and then I heard it. The voice I haven't heard in many many years but could never bring myself to forget. "Hi, is Oscar home?" The way my name sounded made my blood want to curdle like milk. After all these years it still felt like salt was poured into a fresh wound.

"Yes he is. Who are you, if I may ask." No Hermione baby don't ask just slam the door and walk away please. Don't let them in, don't do it. "I'm Carmen, Cortez's mother." The house grew silent, dead silent. "Could I talk to you outside for a moment please?" The way Hermione sounded was something I've never heard before. She was coldly calm, I didn't have to see her face to know she was angry, I could hear it in her voice. "I'm sorry but I demand to speak with Oscar. Are you a friend or something? You seem a little young, don't you think?" There's that sass Carmen has always had. Cortez don't get that shit from me.

"Nah nah nah nah nah. That's not how it works. You don't get to come up in my house demanding shit. Let me tell you how this is going to work lady. You gonna turn that flat ass of yours around, strut your dollar store high heels back to that busted up, broke down, jacked up, cracked up, bullshit car and drive back to whatever shithole you crawled out of." I could hear the fire in Hermione's voice. "Who do you think you are. This is my mans house, not yours little girl. And I will come see my child any time I wish to. So how about you stand down before I bend you over my knee and give your little "think I'm grow' ass a whopping." Hermione scoffed at Carmen.

I knew this shit wasn't good. I stood up and walked slowly through the house to the front door. "Oscar isn't your man, he's mine. Cortez isn't your child, you're just the egg donor. Take your skinny ass home, before I break all ya bones. Don't let me see you at my house again! You fucking rapist!" Hermione spoke before throwing one punch landing it square on Carmen's jaw then slamming the door in her face. She turned around seeing me standing there with one eyebrow raised. "What? She blinked wrong." She smiled innocently before shrugging at me. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Can we talk for a sec?" She asked me seriously this time. I nodded before we walked to my room. "I just want you to know Tito told me what she did to you. I know you probably don't want pity and I'm not going to give it to you. But I get why you took care of me that night with Luca. You understood what I went through because you went through it and worse. And I won't tell Cortez, your secret is safe with me."

I never wanted the love of my life to know the real reason Cortez was here. I wasn't mad she knew, I just didn't want her to think I wanted her pity, or anyone's for that matter. But she proved me wrong, I did want her to know. She didn't show me pity, she understood how I felt. It made me love her that much more if I'm honest. "Thank you. But on a different note, we still haven't been able to learn more about each other. So why don't we start since I'm bed ridden for at least three months." I mocked the doctors voice making her giggle.

"Okay. What's your middle name?" Wow we really didn't know anything about each other and yet I knew she was the love of my life, not Carmen. "Cortez, yours?" She smiled at me. "I thought you named him after the Nike Cortez's you love to wear so much. But it's Grace." That's such a beautiful name, Hermione Grace Cruze. I can't wait to make her Hermione Grace Díaz. I laughed about the shoe part though, she was funny in my opinion. "What's your favorite color?" She thought for a second. "Brown." That's a weird color to like. "Why brown?" I asked as she smiled at me. "Because it's the color of your eyes." Yep, she's flirting again.

Edited October 6th, 2021