Lucia
Isplash cold water on my face hoping it will make me feel better.
It doesn’t. I don’t think anything will.
The coldness on my skin is distracting but short lived as my mind is enshrined in anxiety, angst, and anger. Anger at life and myself.
I’ve been in my room for several hours, and nothing has soothed the guilt ripping my soul into pieces and the doom squeezing a tight fist around my heart.
I wonder what Alejandro would think if I told him this whole thing was my fault.
That one shot of drugs I took after I found out about James was the kickstart of the domino effect, and I never even knew it.
I was falling into the mouth of hell, and I never knew I’d pushed myself over the edge.
All that hard work to fight to live after I got hooked on those hardcore drugs feels like it counted for nothing.
I don’t want to believe that, but if this is where it ends for me, then it’s true.
The bedroom door opens, making me jump but I calm myself and walk out of the ensuite to see Alejandro walking into the room.
He closes the door behind him and moves deeper inside.
I remember when we first met. I remember feeling afraid of him. Then not.
I’m afraid again.
Anticipation and dread claw at my throat as I stare at him, and I can’t swallow past the lump that’s formed there.
At least out on the balcony Eric cushioned the blow I dealt with my revelations.
Now I don’t know what Alejandro is going to do to me. He said he would deal with me later. What does that mean?
Would he kill me?
I’ve seen him kill. Would he really do that to me?
From the look on his face, I don’t think it matters that telling him the truth put my father at risk. Everything I told him meant sacrificing my father’s life, and mine.
The moment Alejandro does anything that alludes to something only I know, Thiago and El Diablo will figure out what I did.
“I’m taking Mia out, but you can go downstairs for dinner if you’re hungry,” he says. I didn’t even realize it was dinnertime. “Delia has prepared something for you,”
I drag in a measured breath and straighten, bringing my hands together.
“Thank you. I’ll go down.” Only to be polite.
I lost my appetite last night. I can’t even remember the last thing I ate apart from the piece of cheese stick Mia wanted me to eat at lunchtime. Right now, I’m so tense I doubt I’d be able to get water down my throat, let alone food.
He moves a little closer but stops a few paces away.
“I’m organizing a rescue for your father. If all goes to plan, we should have him first thing in the morning our time.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, covering my mouth with a trembling hand. My knees wobble, and I have to steady myself by leaning a hand against the wall. “You’re going to rescue him?”
I was not expecting this. Not at all. I’m beyond shocked he would help me.
“Yes.”