Chapter Fourteen: Llorar por Ti (Cry for You)

"Jimmy…" Hazel whispered as he opened the door, surprised. If it had been anyone else messing with his high, he would've freaked out on them, but it was her … Hazel, the only reminder of his past left in his life.

"What are you doing here?" He wondered as she looked over his shoulder to see the line of cocaine sitting on his living room table.

"Jimmy, I can't believe this. I thought Paige was joking." Hazel began, at a loss for words.

"So you came here to reprimand me and tell me what a horrible person I've become?" He responded.

"No. I wanted to see … how far gone you are … and I want to know if we can make it work." Hazel looked down, almost ashamed of her feelings. The last few months spent without Jimmy had been more than she could bare. Seeing him with Jay and Madison … kids that only used him, she knew that something had to be done. She couldn't just let him self-destruct, even if he was only half the man he used to be.

"You … wanna make it work?" Jimmy asked, hope in his eyes for the first time since his accident.

"Yeah." Hazel smiled to herself. "I love you Jimmy and I can't be apart from you. We'll get through this." She walked into his house staring down his stash.

"If you want some of it, I can't let you do that to yourself." He started. Jimmy was already starting to twitch and his tolerance for the drug was getting higher and higher … that's why he had been thinking of trying something new.

"And I can't let you kill yourself anymore." Hazel turned around, tears streaming from her eyes. "That's why you've got to make a decision." She hugged him tightly. And kissed him before giving him the ultimatum, "The drugs … or me."

"How far along are you?" Gianni questioned Manny, ignoring the stinging realization of the situation. His brother was about to run off with the one girl that actually meant something to him—more than something. Everything.

"A couple of weeks." Manny answered, trying not to look at Gianni. She knew that he was just trying to cover up his hurt feelings, but he wasn't the only one hurting … though she'd never admit that to herself.

"How do you know you're not just late? That happens all the time." Gianni reassured Manny who shook her head firmly.

"Not to me. I'm pregnant Gianni and this is not a time to go around on 'what ifs.' There's nothing you can do." She started playing with her hair, in order to avoid looking at Gianni.

"Well, how do you know it's Marco's? I mean you and I had sex the same night. It could've been either one of us." Gianni looked at Manny expectantly.

"No. I just know it's Marco's. Trust me." Manny got off his bed suddenly, memories of their semi-relationship overwhelming her. She had never felt so much for someone she'd know for barely a year. It was really too much—that's why she didn't want to come to terms with the fact that Gianni and Marco had an equal chance of being the baby's father.

"Do I repulse you that much!" Gianni shouted out of nowhere.

"What? No …I-I .." Manny gasped for the right words to come, but couldn't find them.

"Manny, I'd give everything for you and that baby. Anything, and you know it. I would love you and protect you more than my gay brother ever could." Gianni ran up to Manny, holding onto her shoulders and forcing her to look at him.

"Oh, so that's what this is about, your competition with Marco. Leave it alone. I'm sorry the gay boy makes love better than you do!" Manny yelled, almost satisfied with the fact that she was hurting him. That way, he'd leave her alone and let her make her own decisions. "And I know that the only reason you care is that you can't wait to get back in my pants, but guess what … it's not gonna happen." She promised.

"Is that all you think of me?" Gianni let go, all of his energy drained out of his body. "I just want you for sex? I'm using you? Please Manny. We both know that you're the one that's using me. You've got control. I'd do whatever you wanted me to--" Gianni protested, angry at himself for getting so emotional and caught up in Manny like this.

"Bull shit Gianni. You've had your eyes on me since you came back here. I'm just a nice piece of ass to you."

"How can you say that Manny? I've loved you …" He sighed, thinking of how to get this out. "I love you and I won't let him have you. I won't let you destroy our lives and keep me away from our child." Manny shook her head, disappointedly and started to walk away. "Just tell me that you feel the same way, that you feel something." Gianni pleaded.

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"It would break Marco's heart." Running down the stairs because she could let Gianni see any of her tears fall, Manny rushed back to the guesthouse. Everything was changing way too fast for her these days.

"Please Sean, just listen to me." Ellie begged, against all of her better judgment. She never used to be needy, clingy, or even jealous … all things that she had been feeling a lot lately, like Sean was her one lifeline or something.

"We agreed it was over." He spoke softly and Ellie just wished that she could see him face to face.

"You made that decision, but I'm ready to fix it." Ellie held back tears. This emotional pain was getting way too much for her to bear and she had already starting cutting again this morning.

"What's happened to you Ellie? You never used to be this way … you used to have substance, you used to be your own person."

"I don't apologize for falling in love with you Sean, but you have no right to come into my life, shake things up, and leave me with the broken pieces." She spat out, growing a hint of her once fierce, fiery spirit.

"For once in your life, stop blaming everyone else. Your mother was the reason why you cut … now I'm the reason. That's not healthy Ellie. Maybe the real problem is yourself. I just want to forget this Ellie." Sean hung up the phone, not wanting to hear her beg anymore. It was painful, even for someone who was completely over their relationship.

"Okay. Have it your way." Ellie whispered listening to the ringing dial tone before deciding to do anything else. "You will remember me now." She sighed, cutting deeper and deeper into her wrists before slashing a major artery. Ellie fell back suddenly as the knife dropped from her bloody hands and she lay, dwindling between life and death.

(A/N: So that's the end … I'm hoping that you guys want more, but if not, cool. I just need to start a new story to clear my own thoughts and get things going. If this sequel does happen … and I'll need 45 reviews for that—it was probably be called We Belong Together or La Tortura.)