A/N: Read to find out what happens
The new waiter
Chapter Three: Just a memory
Jeremiah almost escaped the two strangers; almost until he had stopped dead in his tracks only to find that Maya was gone with Landon blacked out on the floor bleeding from the head. "Landon!" he hurried to his side but was pulled back up by the darker man.
"He was my brother Niño and he was murdered!" the squeaky voiced Spaniard was telling the truth; just by looking at him Jeremiah knew then that it was his brother. The southern boy didn't know what to say at this point he was more afraid than he's ever been. "I-I am sorry but wh-what makes you think you can just come in here and do this to me!" Jeremiah glared at the dark man whom glared right back taking that knife from his buddy right behind him.
It looked like it was painful for the man to say another word; he hesitated for a while before swallowing and allowing the words to spill. "He was killed because of who he was Niño…for who he was!" he drew closer waving the blade in the boy's face. Jeremiah understood what he was going through Jeremiah himself had been through terrific times like these possibly worse than this man's. Jeremiah Locke had strangled a man to death…it was all about defending himself when he knew no one else was around and running from it wasn't going to help. He couldn't remember the man's name but he knows all too well of what he did.
The man was a criminal and killing him was the right thing to do.
"I-I don't understand!" Jeremiah squinted at the dark man, much darker than himself and the man backed up smiling to himself as if he had said something really stupid. The round man moved out from behind Alejandro and crossed his arms. Alejandro removed his sombrero letting it fall to the floorboards and shoved the blade closer with the very tip against Jeremiah's bobbing Adam's apple.
"He messed around with other men Niño and they messed with him." The skinny man's nostrils flared creeping close again until Jeremy didn't even dare to move one inch away. He stood there shocked and frozen. Jeremiah couldn't believe what he had heard; the boy wasn't against them at all but he preferred the women but just listening to what Alejandro had to say about it made him think back to the time of the attack. He was only 15 when he was brutally attacked; the man didn't even have help it was just him and frightened Jeremiah at the old farm house.
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"I'm really sorry partner I truly am." He started backing up step by step board by board hoping the man didn't puncture any inch of his body with that startling knife.
Alejandro scratched the bottom of his nose before shoving the boy hard enough to send him to the floor having the other man pin him down again. "Stop this get off of me!" Jeremiah was a mess; a flustered mess. His dark locks were matted and tangled, those blue eyes were nothing but glazed orbs and his clothes were ripped in several spots making him so vulnerable especially when his flannel shirt had been unbuttoned in the front. He was afraid that he was going to be attacked again and he began to fight back.
Alejandro Cruz was his name the skinnier one, his skin was so dark it seemed like he lived in the sun, darkening every time he stepped outside into the open and he wasn't much stronger than Jeremiah but he had that look; that facial structure that made him look older than him. The man possessed dark shoulder length hair soft by the shine, a similar goatee on his chin and a not so noticeable scar across the brim of his nose. "I loved my brother so much…I did and then the next I knew he was dead!" pushing the rounder man away Alejandro took his spot, hovering his entire body above Jeremiah's tracing the lines of his body every little inch taking in everything and realizing how much he reminded him of his little brother.
"Eh, qué es otro de ellos" Alejandro looked over his shoulder at the opposite man who had a horrific scowl defining his frightening face that told Jeremiah what he needed to know. The boy didn't understand a word of that and didn't want to know but when Alejandro's dark palms laid down flat onto Jeremy's bare chest he sucked in his bottom lip praying to god that this wasn't happening. "Please stop!" the boy was now trembling beneath the older man who still equipped that deadly weapon rested beside the boy's head.
Alejandro sat up with his hands still on his steady moving chest tightening his legs around Jeremiah's waist until the wiggling shock kicked in.
The air was hot and sticky and Jeremiah could now smell the man above him and he smelled of dirt, sweat and a little bit of liquor which he wasn't very fond of. "He has been through so much Niño, so very much…Alejandro's voice was little and soft, strong and fully accented, his hands rubbing the boy's torso with ease.
Still a little dazed from the blow to the head Landon managed to get back to his feet and his eye sight and hearing came back to him in time. "Jeremiah you alright!" he couldn't really remember what he was calling the kid for but after hearing him cry out to him he knew there was something up.
Behind the bar Landon reached out for the chubby one who pulled a gun on him but the older man twisted his arm and obtained the weapon forcing him back against the wall. "Get your ass off of him!" Landon pointed the pistol at Alejandro and he stood up slowly raising his arms. "Eh we were just playing Senior…just playing." The Spaniard moved away from the boy Landon watching his every last move. "The both of you get outta' here…NOW!" The old fellow spat and in no time the two filthy bastards were headed for the door but just before they left Alejandro gave his last words and they were not kind; Landon could only point out a few words and they were gone.
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Her hearing became to come back; slowly but surely as her hands fumbled around the room she was in tears staining her face. "He-hello?"
:: E/N: I know it wasn't much but it will BE CONTINUED SHORTLY!
