AN: Hello! Welcome to Forgive and Forget! This is a SEQUEL! If you haven't read He Didn't Mean It you will be highly confused. With that being said welcome back to Riley and Carlos' crazy world if you read the first installment. This is going to be kinda dry seeing that this is a prologue and just setting everything up. I hopeyou enjoy! Could I please get some feedback knowing if people will read and review this story?
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If there was one thing I was good at it was manipulating. I could do it to anyone, to a jury, my cell mate. To anyone really. I slipped my converse on my feet and zipped up my hoodie. I Carlos Garcia was a free man. After getting the judge to drop my rape sentence which was two years and have good behavior and agree to therapy I had cut down my sentence of 7 years to just 4 years. I walked through the heavy metal doors, the same doors that kept me separated from Riley for four years. I smiled when I saw my mom in the lobby. She looked happy to see me but timid at the same time. She was still having trouble believing what I had done to Riley.
"Hey mom." I said, clearing my throat, "How are you?"
She hugged me. "I'm okay, I'm just glad you're out for good."
"Me too."
She showed the papers she had to fill out to the man at the door who let us through. I stepped outside and felt the sun on my face. I smiled widely as I saw my dad.
"Carlitos. It's so good to see you." He pulled me into a tight hug. "And it's even better knowing you're a free man."
"Are you hungry?"
I nodded and slid in the backseat. "Yeah I could eat."
My mom started going on and on about glad she was that I could be home for holidays and birthdays again. I could only nod my head in agreement. I had missed my four of my birthdays in jail, and it wasn't even celebrated. I scratched my face feeling the slight stubble I had grown. I was now 22 years old and absolutely clueless as to what I wanted to do with my life now. There was no way I was joining Big Time Rush again, those assholes didn't visit me once in four years.
Once we arrived at some diner near the prison an awkward silence fell over the table.
"So, now that you're out. What are you going to do?" My dad asked after we all had ordered. "Are you going to go to school, play hockey? What's your plan?"
I stirred my coffee and played with a sugar packet. "No idea, I just want to enjoy myself for a while. I'm staying out here though."
My mom squeezed my hand and smiled. "Well whatever you want to do mijo. As long as you stay out of trouble."
I bit my lip and rubbed a few grains of sugar between my thumb and finger. I exhaled and decided I had to find out sooner or later. "So, how's Riley?"
My dad groaned. "Carlos don't do this."
"No, I want to know. She was the one who put me in jail." I said softly. "She was carrying my baby."
"And she lost it because of you. I need you to stay out of trouble, you're going to get yourself into more bullshit and I don't want to deal with that." My dad said pointing his fork at me. "You're mom and I went through hell the last four years because of your behavior, just let it go."
I flinched a little. "Fine, whatever."
"I know this is hard but that girl went through hell Carlos." My mom whispered as she squeezed my hand. "You just need to leave her alone."
I nodded and didn't look up. I thought of her face, the way her cheekbones jutted out from her face. How her nose crinkled when she laughed hard enough and how she walked away from me that day and never came back.
The rest of lunch went okay, my parents caught me up with my family back in Minnesota. It turns out I was now an uncle to a three old boy.
"So you have somewhere to stay right?"
I chuckled. "Yes mom, for thousand times. I'm good, I'm just staying a hotel while they turn on the electricity and stuff."
She kissed my forehead. "Okay just please stay out of trouble."
"I will, I promise."
My dad clasped my shoulder. "If I hear anything about you hurting girls, it'll be straight to Minnesota for you. Do you hear me."
"Yeah, I heard you."
"Good. We'll let you know when we land."
I hugged my mom. "Thanks for coming to get me. I appreciate it."
"No problem. I love you."
"Love you too."
I waved as they pulled away from the doors. I walked into the hotel and checked into my room. I slid my shoes off and quickly pulled out my phone.
"What have you been up too?" I asked myself as I typed Riley Cavanaugh into the search bar.
After scrolling for a while I learned her first album came out a few months after she came to see me in jail. It had gone platinum and she toured for 6 months. A year later she released a second album which did just as well. She was now working on her 3rd album. My stomach coiled as I read an article about how she dated a few actors.
"She's still so beautiful." I thought glumly as I looked at her picture from a few weeks ago. She had honey colored highlights and looked happy. I however noticed that her nose looked different from where I broke it.
I put down my phone feeling depressed from the information I had just found out. Riley was happy and moved on from me. It's not like I didn't expect her to, she was beautiful and a good person. Who wouldn't want to be with her? I sighed and ran my hand down my face, had I really let her just walk away from me? Out of all the shit about our relationship that kept me up at night, one memory was the worse.
Riley bit her split lip and looked at her stomach. "I was p-pregnant."
I felt the smirk that had been on my lips disappear and my hand dropped to her belly. "You're pregnant?" My voice was thick.
She whimpered a little and I rubbed her stomach which was rounded underneath my hand. "I miscarried, you fucking did this to me and my baby. You beat me until I miscarried you kicked my so hard you took away the only thing I ever loved."
My heart dropped into my stomach at that moment. I could've had a kid by now, I could've been a dad if had kept my damn temper under control. I took a life all because I was an idiot who liked making Riley cry.
I felt warm tears pool in my eyes as I pulled out a small folded square that I had kept with me for four years. I looked at it and smiled a little. It was me and Riley in a photo booth. She was blushing and I kissed her cheek. This was from some carnival on the beach, it was our first date. She looked so happy, compared to the bloody body I stood over that night backstage.
"I'm sorry Riley." I muttered to the small picture. "I'm sorry, I'll never hurt you again. I j-just want you back. I need you."
I buried my head in my hands. I still loved her. Even if I had gone to jail because of here, I shouldn't have hurt her. As I let tears fall down my face I realized one thing. If I ever got Riley back I would never hurt her, ever. I needed her and I was going to get her back.
AN: Carlos still loves her and wants her back? Do you think he'll screw up again? The next chapter will be longer and MUCH better, this is just setting up the background info. The next chapter we'll see Riley :) PLEASE review! I need to know if people are interested in this sequel!
