Ok I know I have been away for a long time but I wanted to say that I stop writing all of my stories. I became unengaged and I left the man I thought I loved. He lied to me for 9 months about our rent being put into his landlord and because I was not on the lease I was not notified. You can understand my anger and frustration when a bailiff showing up at my door with the landlord with a notice in hand. I was modified, beyond modified, to say the least, I quickly grabbed what I could (yes laptop was taken, Thank God) anyways for two weeks I thought the landlord was wrong so I pulled out all the stops since my ex-finance repeatedly lied to my face. Until I demanded to see rent receipts or a screenshot of his account statements. To say the least, the landlord was right to kick us out. But the reason I say this is because I love above all else will write, it heals me in a way speaking can not. I was lucky I grabbed my laptop, I went to the storage unit today to look over where my clothes and belongings were and in boxes upon boxes was no hope, I got my summer clothes out but even then it wasn't enough. As I pour my words out here, I wanted to say I stopped writing because a man got in my way and his problems became mine, I love you all and it gives me so much joy when you click that like or reply button. Nothing in this world gives me that greater Joy.
So for the first time in three weeks, I found I had enough energy to plug in for a bit and to write to all of you. So please I don't need sympathy, I need you to tell me that this is the best piece you read all night and that I am better off without the scumbag. Because that's the only thing that is keeping me away from him and he is still in the hospital. Which by the way, he got a staph infection on his shoulder, two, three days before we got booted. Talk about shitty timing. I love you all and I can't wait to hear what you have to say.
Chapter 11 Meet in the Middle
Kate's P.O.V.
While out in the Market today I see Ana and Christian running back to the apartment, I smile inwardly to myself as I get caught in the rain, I hang back letting them have they're fun like Elliot have been doing, until I hear a familiar voice, and it calls to the darkest place of my soul, one of a Spanish accent. "Kate fancy seeing you here, how have you been?" My bones in my hand form a fist, and then in one movement release, my anger is replaced by Ana's happiness, something I can use to make Jose lose his mind and maybe even walk away.
"Better now that see Ana is happy with her boyfriend Christian." I turn to him big mistake as I said it, the blow comes hard and I land hard on my ass, dropping my paper bag full of our food for the next week, Jose grabs me by the collar and pulls me up to his face.
"Tell that fleabag to get off my girl, she's mine." He growled in my face so much so spit came out of it, and landed on my chin, he let go of me and ran away, I sat there with a shiner on my left eye, it was starting to swell up and I knew I needed help if it meant getting home, I called 9-1-1, If it meant I bust Ana's day with my injury, then it had to be a good one. After the E.M.T. looked me over and a police took my statement and wiped off his DNA on my chin, I was safe to walk home with a police escort. I made it in safely and went up to the apartment, I unlocked the door to find the apartment flooded.
"Ana, what the hell is going on?"
She ran out in her purple bathrobe to which her smiling face turned to stone as she saw mine.
"Never mind the water, what happened to you?" I looked at her, who was in or about to lucky, as I looked her over, I waved her off.
"No, you have to tell me what happen." I heard splashing,
"What's going… Kate, did my brother do that to you?" I ignored the man was naked before me and I wanted to think of Elliot but I said
"Jose hit me he saw you two in the market and I made a stupid comment about your happiness and he told me to tell you to leave her alone, that she was his, I want to kill him so badly but really if it means I lose out on my best friend, I won't do it." I didn't cry but in that moment I felt my swollen eye leak out a few painful stabbing tears. Christian naked held me in his arms and I held him back, Ana came behind him and held him in the middle as we embraced each other. I pulled back and I wiped my eyes and walked to my room, I would never have a feeling for Christian but in this hour I felt he was a better boyfriend to me than Elliot but not to judge, Elliot was still at work, and Christian acted out of compassion and love. I pulled off my clothes for the day and pulled on my pink Eiffel Tower Pajamas I had to put some ice on this, my brother a Pro UFC fighter would tell me to put some ice on it to take off some of the swelling on my face. As I moved with the one eye, I heard him in my head.
"Tell that fleabag to get off my girl." Shaking my head of the words that rolled around in my head, I sat at my make-up counter and ran my hands through my hair. I didn't hear Elliot come up behind me, so much so I jumped.
"Here." He held a blue bag for my face,
"Elliot don't scare me like that." I scolded.
"I know but Chris told me what happened and I'm so sorry why didn't you call?" He quizzed.
"I thought I could handle it on my own," I whispered.
"I know but honey, some battles are not meant to be won with one soldier but with an army." I stood up and wrapped my arms around him and sobbed.
"He was going to kill her, he was going to destroy her, I was the only way to save her." I sobbed out the words.
"I know my baby, I know, let's do this, you need a break from the rat race of Seattle and I can tell Christian and Ana need a break too, let's get on my parent's very nice left to us plane and take off to Mexico for a week, come back as new people." I nodded. A break, since my daddy did own the paper he could give me the time off.
"Ok let's go."
Ana's P.O.V.
I overheard them talking and I looked to Christian who was making food for all of us, I didn't know what it was but it smelt heavenly.
"Have you been to Mexico?" I asked as I came back around the corner.
"Have you learned to stay out of other people's business, but yes I have, now you sit there to look pretty and I will make you my poor man's Spaghetti, with sauce." He smiled over his shoulder. I noted him chopping mushrooms.
"Can you make it without mushrooms? I'm kinda allergic to them" He turned to question my ethics.
"Then why would Kate have them in the house if she knew you were allergic to them unless it is a fake allergy?" He asked with the knife still in his hand resting on the counter.
"Well she likes them, I don't. I just say I'm allergic to them so I don't have to eat them or pick them out of my food. I'm sure you do the same." He shook his head.
"Ana I'm not a fan of white liars and I'm a fan of most foods, anything that is hot and brown goes in pretty fast if you haven't noticed. My birth mother she died and left nothing but a cold bag of peas and water in the tap for my survival, there is nothing I don't dislike."
"Bullshit brother, there was mom's Mac and Cheese with wieners that you used to turn your nose up at." Elliot came back in the room with no Kate. I guess she was packing. "I Thought I would tell you both since you both have to time off that it was in our best interest to take some time off for a while." He looked to Christian than to me. "How does that sound?" He smiled Christian, who was uncomfortable. Didn't like the sounds of what was being put before him.
"That sounds great Elliot, when do we leave?" I asked eager for information, that and I could go start packing as soon as he said the words. Thinking it would be next week. Lucky for me my updated passport came in the mail a few days ago.
"Right now, go get packed."
"Wait, what?" Letting the information sink in.
"Right now" He pushed me with his hands that now had come around me off the bar stood and over to my room. "Get packing."
"Do you own a plane?" knowing I didn't hear that part of the conversation.
"Yes we do our parents did, and we do now, so there, now move! The plane takes off in an hour." He pushed me into my room and I couldn't help but squeal in delight.
Christian's P.O.V.
"Elliot you have to tell like that?" a few seconds later a little girl squealing let out. Knowing it was Ana's little girl voice coming out to play.
"Tell her like what? That our parents God rest their souls wanted us to enjoy their fruits of their hard earned labor and it was all an accident. Christian, it wasn't your fault. It just happened to happen that night, you know dad liked to race his Corvette. It wasn't your fault."
"I know but she saved me! And I wasn't there to save her! What does that make me?" I shouted.
"Her son Christian, not her flesh and blood like Mia and I are but her son never the less. Stop blaming yourself. She loved you as she did me and Mia, look Ana loves you just as much as mom did, one day she will either be gone, and you will have somebody to blame and that will be nobody but yourself or you will be married to her. It's your call Christian, now I'm off to go get packed, you can come join us on an amazing adventure or you can stay here and wallow in your self-pity. Your call but if Ana gets on that plane alone I will do all I can to convince her you're not the man who helped save her in that bathroom the day of her failed wedding." I watched my brother turn on his heel, just as he was about to leave I said.
"Elliot, before we go can I interest you in this home cooked meal I made for all of you." I smiled never wanting food to go to waste.
"Christian, just freeze it we can have it when we come home." I smiled knowing he was right. I packed the dinner up and put in Ana's freezer, I wiped my hands and went to my apartment to get ready to go.
