Deablo
I know she's upset with me. I really didn't mean to cum inside of her.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I got into my room. The morning was so cold; I grabbed my shirt and huddled under the sheets.
I picked up my phone and contemplated if I should text Melina.
Zambada kept tabs on our phone connections. When we were active on the internet, what app we were on and what we're searching. You could say it was much like a monitored jail; but I made it work. I was just glad he couldn't see our private messages; that would have been a total invasion of privacy. I looked over at my clock; it was almost time for her to begin classes.
I should text her, what she should drink and hope she makes it well.
I texted, "Hey babe, I know you're upset but this is what you should drink to prevent pregnancy. You have to drink Parsley tea every morning for at least two weeks. I don't think it would be that big of a deal if you forget a day, but please not twice in a row."
I sent that, rounding up my other paragraph when she replied, "I could barely eat Parsley as it is, you want me to drink it."
I could tell she was upset, but it was what I knew; it was the only way I could help at this point.
I sent my other message before replying to her, "You also need to take Angelica (Chora) preferably with a meal; you could take it any-time of day. You don't have to worry about sourcing them, I'll get them; you'll just need to store them somewhere safe."
I double texted her, "I'm so sorry babe but you need to this for us!"
"Wow, great you added more to the list; okay fine, just put them in the kitchen I'll get them," she replied.
Melina
I wanted to stay in my bed all morning, I wasn't up for classes at all.
The feeling wasn't new, I had long wanted to stop attending classes all entirely.
I was early for classes that morning, but my mind was really far away.
Demarco smelled so good and his presence made me feel so calm, but I still missed Deablo.
"Wow, how long have you been waiting here Melina, you're rather early, Rosella commended.
"Just a few minutes; I'm trying to do better," I said, with the fakest smile on my face.
"Awesome, I'm glad to hear," she said, awkwardly looking at my cup of tea.
"Uhhh, what's that, it smells weird?" she asked.
"It's parsley tea; I'm trying to bring my vitamin c levels up," I said sharply.
"Well that's interesting; why not suck an orange or grapefruit?" she asked curiously."I'll do that too, but parsley is really good as well," I replied quickly, hoping that she would begin teaching.
"Right; so we don't have much to do today, let's get right into it," she remarked.
Deablo
Working in this garden was so annoying. I'm always so sweaty all the time, my body feels so icky. Many times I find myself searching for Melina through the living room and kitchen windows. Every day I get so upset with myself; I shouldn't have called Zambada by his name. Strange enough, I was jealous of my brother and I was getting a bit upset with him too. I didn't like the way he looked at her as he walked behind her, the way he was so eager to help her with everything. My brother was now had the position that I was comfortably holding.
That morning as I ploughed the last few areas of the plot a voice called out to me, "Deablo! Bro! How are ya?"
"Hey, Demarco," I said, pretending to be excited to see him.
"What are you even doing behind here? Aren't you supposed to be in front with Melina?" I asked.
"Well yea, but you know when she's in classes, we can ease off on security a bit," he said with a smile, walking closer towards me.
"Soo, I know this is not what you signed up for, and I'm sorry about the circumstance that got you in this position, but are you okay?" he continued.
"Wait, wait, who told you about what happened?" I asked, pausing from what I was doing.
Demarco quickly blocked his mouth, looking away from me, "Uhhh, well Puntin kinda mentioned it to Neal, word got around."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed at how the staff liked to 'run their dirty mouths.'
I didn't respond, I continued ploughing, hoping that Demarco would just leave me alone.
