Todavia Me Amas

Help.

Tony's POV

I woke up the next day and went downstairs to the dining room to eat breakfast. I found Alex already up watching TV in the living room eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey you're up early." I said coming towards him.

"Pa it's like 12pm and I woke up about an hour ago, its not no early," he looked up at me and smiled. "Besides, I slept so good last night. Better than I ever did at mami's house." He got up and put the empty bowl in the sink.

"I'm glad you did mijo, get dressed, we have a long day ahead of us." I told him.

"Alright, do I even have clothes here?" He asked me before going up the stairs.

"Yeah, you have a few bags from American Eagle and Hollister in my room. You might need to take two trips to my room, there's a lot of bags." He nodded and went upstairs to get dressed. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and my phone started to ring. The screen showed Private Number. Huh? I picked up the phone to see who it was.

R- Hello?

?- Hey baby, how you been?

R- Who the hell is this?

?- You should know by now! And I know you have our son with you!

R- Francelys? What do you want?

F- I want Alex back! I know you took him from me!

R- Took him my ass! He came to my house, looking for HIS father because you let your little side nigga beat him! I found him in the room with a blood hand mark on his face, so don't bring me this bullshit now!

F- He only did that to make a scene and for you to make him feel sorry for you dumbass you sho--

R- DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK ABOUT MY SON LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU'VE DONE, HE IS HIS FATHER'S SON, NOT YOURS!

I yelled and hung up the phone right away. My anger was high sky by now, knuckles clenched up in fists. I threw my phone against the wall and walked to kitchen to splash my face with cold water to relax myself. I can't let Fran get the worst of me. I stood behind the sink and started to think was Fran right about Alex? No, hell no. He's my son, he would never do that. Francelys was just trying to get to my head, I have to raise my walls from her, she is not taking Alex from me. Not again. I went to the living room and picked up my phone, my cracked phone now. I dialed the security of the gates to come in the house and told them to watch out for Enrique and Francelys in case they try to pull some funny shit.

"Hello... Yes.... My ex Francelys remember? .... Yeah and her boyfriend..... Alright, thanks Joe ..... Alright take care... Bye." I hung up and threw the phone on the couch. I turned around and saw Alex already dressed, with a terrified look on his face.

"Oh hey Alex. How long have you been standing there?" I went up to him.

"Who were you talking to?"

"The security. Your mom called looking for you, she thought I took you." His eyes almost jumped out of his eyelids.

"What?!"

"She also said some shit about making you feel bad for me and telling me all that stuff for me to pity you and take you in. Other bullshit like that." I looked into his eyes and I saw pain. He had his mother's eyes, but hers were full of mad, devilish things. His expressions were softer, yet hurt because of what she's trying to cause.

"Sh-she said that? Papi don't believe her! She's defending Ricky! That's all she's ever been doing! Whenever I would tell her what he does she would believe his story, not mine. Don't listen to he-" I cut him off before he could say else.

"Alex don't worry, I know what she's trying to do. She's done this before. You don't got to worry about her, trust me. I got you covered. You with ME now, not her. ¿Oiste?" He smiled widely and nodded.

"Alright. And look at you all fly! Told you those clothes would look good on you! Bet you your mother never even heard about those stores!" He laughed so hard. That's what I wanna hear from him. He was wearing a white v-neck with the American Eagle sign in the middle in black with some khaki pants that scrunch up at the end with his new taxi's that yes, I got for him. I got him almost the whole men's department from those stores and all the shoes he could have. If he's living with the king, he's gonna be treated like the prince. With the amount of shoes he got he'll be considered a sneaker head.

"Yeah, I actually like these shoes better than what ma bought. Or better than anything she bought really." He stated. I couldn't help but laugh at his comment.

"Well Mr. FlyGuy, I'm gonna go change myself. Just to make it look even wavier we gonna match." I winked and went upstairs to get dressed. I picked out the same outfit Alex has and jumped into the shower. After I washed up I got out, changed, and met Alex downstairs where he was watching TV.

"We need to get you a new phone, you know that don't you?" I told him.

"Hell yeah. I left my old one at mami's so she wouldn't track me down. She's done that before, I'm not going down that road again."

"What kind of phone did she give you?"

"A Samsung Galaxy light, nothing special." He shrugged.

"By the end of today you gonna have yourself a nice IPhone. I have connections, so you'll be able to get the iPhone 5."

"Are you serious? Ha! Be the first one to have the iPhone 5!" He got all hype for nothing. I took my phone out and waved it in his face.

"Don't flatter yourself son, had this one for over a month now."

"Nice crack thou." He smiled and started to laugh. I forgot that I cracked my phone earlier.

"Shut up," I pushed his head to the side. "At least I got it, you better take care of it thou. I cracked it when your mom called, got so damn pissed at the bitch."

"Damn. She better not find my number. Block her faster than pan caliente being sold." I starting laughing my ass off, he got his sense of humor from me!

"Alright, stop being a clown! Come on let's get your phone first and then we'll go to my mom's house around 5." We got out jackets and left.

Adriana's POV

I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and just the sight of myself startles me. My eyes were pink and puffy, face all swollen up. I looked terrible. I looked broken. I got my towel and the rest of my sanitary things and headed for the shower. I picked up my phone to see what time it was. My phone read 2:15pm. Damn. I slept in, I was up late crying to myself. Like the bitch I am. I looked down and saw the raw cuts I had on my wrists. I blinked rapidly to stop the tears from coming out. I went to the bathroom and got into the shower. I turned the water in and out it really warm, just to relax myself. After I took a shower , I went to my room and picked out my white Hollister jeans, a black sleeved and white baseball tee, with my black Timberland's. I left my hair out in its natural waves, grabbed my leather jacket, and left off to Mrs. Santos's place.

•A FEW MINUTES LATER•

I knocked on her door, and thankfully she opened and the house was empty with just her in it.

"Hola sweetie! Como estas?" She hugged me tightly and brought me inside. She was always the sweetest woman.

"I'm good! I wanted to see you I haven't seen you in a while, how you've been?"

"I've been good, it gets a little lonely around here thou. Sit down, I'll bring you something to eat on while cooking." I nod and wait on the couch while I scroll down on Instagram. I see a post by.... Romeo... Of him and a little boy, that looks just like him too. Does he have a son? That caption said: Father and son day, couldn't be anymore blessed to have him beside me❤. Well that answers that. While I keep scrolling I hear the door open and close but I didn't bother looking up, and I'm glad I didn't when I hear that same fucking voice from the other day.

"On shit."