CHAPTER 24:
Ricky took Miguel's hand. He wanted to go outside where everyone was
celebrating his birthday.
Ricky dragged his father towards the backyard.
"We'll ... we'll talk later," I told Miguel, trying to sound optimistic and cheerful.
Miguel did not say anything as he walked outside.
Sighing deeply, I sat down on the couch. My first encounter with Miguel had
not been great. Miguel was hurt. And angry. I would tell him the truth as soon as
possible. Then for sure he would go back to being the loving, wonderful person he used
to be. He would be mine again.
A few hours later, and after having cut Ricky's birthday cake, Miguel surprised
me. All of a sudden, he stood up, walked over to where I was standing, took my hand
and led me inside to the living room. We weren't alone though. Theresa and Ethan
were there, tending to their baby.
"We can talk upstairs," I told Miguel.
He nodded as we walked up to my bedroom.
"Kay," he said. "You really should know something that I haven't told you yet.
Charity and I got married about seven months ago."
"I know, Miguel," I answered quietly.
"Oh, ok, well, that's all I had to say," Miguel said. "I wanted you to know the
truth."
"Uhuh," I answered absent-mindedly. Tell him, a voice inside my head told me.
Tell him about Charity's threats and why you REALLY went to UConn.
"Miguel, wait!" I said just as he turned around and began to walk over to the
door.
"What?" he asked expectantly.
I sighed. I was getting a headache. "Can't we just talk for a while?"
I looked deeply into Miguel's eyes. I could tell that he really wanted to sit down
and reflect on what we each had done these past four years. He missed me. He still
loved me. He was just too angry for having lost out on all the opportunities.
"Ya," he shaking his head up and down. "Let's talk." He didn't look happy.
Uh-oh. Miguel looked like he was about to explode with all the anger he had stored
inside of him.
He sat down on my armchair as I laid there looking at him from my bed.
"Tell me something, Kay," he said, initiating the conversation, "when did you
all of a sudden decide that getting a college education was more important than life
with me and Ricky?"
I closed my eyes when he said that. I wasn't surprised to hear something like
that come out of his mouth, but I knew that I had to answer him with the truth.
"I didn't Miguel, I -"
The phone rang, interrupting what I had to say.
"Just a sec," I told Miguel, angry that the telephone had prevented me from
telling Miguel the truth. I had been so close to revealing all!
I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" I asked.
"Kay!" exclaimed the person on the other line.
"Tony?!" I asked, getting excited.
"Yup, the one and only," he answered. "Good thing you haven't forgotten what
I sound like. You missed me didn't cha?"
"Of course I missed you silly!" I told him.
Unbeknowst to me, but Miguel was getting pretty furious wondering who this
Tony character was. Miguel stood up, his hands on his hips.
"Is Ricky there?" Tony asked. "I want to wish him a Happy Birthday."
"Oh of course," I said. I covered the mouthpiece with my hand.
"I'll be right back Miguel," I said, looking at him. He stared at me furiously.
He looked like a jealous boyfriend, even though he technically wasn't. It almost made
me laugh.
I went downstairs and told Ricky he had a phone call from "Uncle Tony." I then
headed back to my bedroom.
"So your boyfriend called huh?" Miguel said, looking jealous.
"Tony?" I said, practically laughing. "He's not my boyfriend, just a friend from
Connecticut."
Miguel raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Now I was getting pretty angry. What was with him? This wasn't the Miguel I
used to know! "How come you don't trust one word that comes out of my mouth
anymore?" I cried loudly. "You didn't believe me when I told you I missed you and now
you won't believe me when I tell you that Tony is just a friend? What happened to you
Miguel? When did you stop trusting me?"
I was on the verge of tears. I knew I had to be strong in front of Miguel but he
was really causing me to get upset. I was just as mad as he was now. Furious.
"I stopped trusting you, Kay, when you left and never looked back!" Miguel
retaliated.
Ohhh, that was harsh. I sat back down on my bed as I thought about what he
had just said. How could 4 years of no communication weigh more than 20 years that
we had spent together, growing up, believing in and trusting each other? That wasn't
fair.
"And for your information, nothing happened to me. I didn't change. You did.
You didn't even know what you were leaving behind when you decided to go to
UConn," Miguel blurted out. He covered his mouth with his hand suddenly, as if he had
exposed a big secret.
I stared at him, fumes practically coming out of my ears.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, angry and confused. "If you mean
losing out on life with you and Ricky, I already heard that. I don't need to listen to it
again."
"It's not only that, Kay!" Miguel shouted, seemingly deciding to expose all of
this big secret he had for me, "That day that you told me that you were going to go to
college, do you remember that I had a surprise for you?"
"Uhuh," I said slowly as the memory came back to me. I could tell this was not
going to be something I would be happy about. But I needed to know. Just like he
needed to know about what Charity had done to Ricky and me.
"Well I was going to ask you to MARRY me, Kay," he answered, delivering a
final blow. "I wanted you, Ricky and me to be a family. But it's too late for that now.
And it's noone's fault but YOURS."
Hate flashed in his eyes, while despair clouded mine. My world came crashing
down. Covering my mouth with my hand, I fell down on my bed. I couldn't believe it.
Miguel was going to have asked me to marry him that day! That thing he had in his
pocket when he said that there was no point in giving it to me now, it was an
engagement ring! Tears sprang to my eyes and now there was no stopping it. This was
the ultimate pain. I thought Miguel's not trusting me was a hard enough thing to deal
with. This was the biggest of them all. I sat there on my bed, my hands covering my
face. I cried like a baby.
Miguel looked on at me for a few seconds. I was an emotional wreck. He still
loved me. He didn't want to hurt me. But I had hurt him. He was just returning the
pain.
"So you ended up using that engagement ring for Charity huh?" I screamed as
the tears continued to fall down my face.
"No," Miguel responded. "I thought there was still some hope for us. So I kept
it. I gave Charity another ring when we got engaged. I still have the ring I was
supposed to give you. I held on to the prospect of you returning to me again after four
years and then being my wife. But you didn't WANT THAT, DID YOU? You threw all
that hope away when you left!"
I had never seen Miguel this mad. I, too was just as mad. He still has the ring
he was supposed to give me from four years ago, I thought to myself. Normally that
would have thrilled me but not today. Miguel's hateful accusations had just about gone
over the line. I couldn't stand to hear one more sentence come out of his mouth. I was
in too much pain to tell him the truth. It was already obvious how he felt. He didn't
want me. Or Ricky.
"GET OUT!" I screamed. At that moment, I couldn't even stand to look at the
man I loved.
He continued to stand there, looking at me.
"Gladly," he replied. "But remember this Kay, everything that has happened
was YOUR doing!"
"LEAVE!" I shouted.
He walked out of my room (and seemingly, out of my life again) just as I threw
the closest thing I could find at him. Just as he stepped outside, the frame that I had
thrown hit my door, causing the glass to break into a million pieces.
I sighed as I walked by the mess on the floor. I bent down to see which picture
frame I had thrown. It was a photo of me, Ricky and Miguel from the time when Ricky
was six months old. We looked so happy. As a family. How ironic. That just made me
cry harder.
I couldn't handle going downstairs, and facing everyone. They would all ask me
how things went between Miguel and me. So I decided to stay in my room until the last
guest had left. I was still crying hysterically.
All of a sudden, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
"Mommy?" Ricky said gently.
He walked over to where I was lying on my bed. He gave me a hug and stood
there as I continued to cry.
"Daddy left, huh, Mommy?" he asked wisely. For a five year old, Ricky sure
was smart enough to know that Miguel's leaving was for good.
I nodded as I wiped away my tears. We held onto each other as the pain of
losing Miguel all over again resurfaced - for the both of us.
*** alrite kaguel fans im sorry if i didnt make u happy with this chapter***
*** I promise to make it up to u ;) ***
Ricky took Miguel's hand. He wanted to go outside where everyone was
celebrating his birthday.
Ricky dragged his father towards the backyard.
"We'll ... we'll talk later," I told Miguel, trying to sound optimistic and cheerful.
Miguel did not say anything as he walked outside.
Sighing deeply, I sat down on the couch. My first encounter with Miguel had
not been great. Miguel was hurt. And angry. I would tell him the truth as soon as
possible. Then for sure he would go back to being the loving, wonderful person he used
to be. He would be mine again.
A few hours later, and after having cut Ricky's birthday cake, Miguel surprised
me. All of a sudden, he stood up, walked over to where I was standing, took my hand
and led me inside to the living room. We weren't alone though. Theresa and Ethan
were there, tending to their baby.
"We can talk upstairs," I told Miguel.
He nodded as we walked up to my bedroom.
"Kay," he said. "You really should know something that I haven't told you yet.
Charity and I got married about seven months ago."
"I know, Miguel," I answered quietly.
"Oh, ok, well, that's all I had to say," Miguel said. "I wanted you to know the
truth."
"Uhuh," I answered absent-mindedly. Tell him, a voice inside my head told me.
Tell him about Charity's threats and why you REALLY went to UConn.
"Miguel, wait!" I said just as he turned around and began to walk over to the
door.
"What?" he asked expectantly.
I sighed. I was getting a headache. "Can't we just talk for a while?"
I looked deeply into Miguel's eyes. I could tell that he really wanted to sit down
and reflect on what we each had done these past four years. He missed me. He still
loved me. He was just too angry for having lost out on all the opportunities.
"Ya," he shaking his head up and down. "Let's talk." He didn't look happy.
Uh-oh. Miguel looked like he was about to explode with all the anger he had stored
inside of him.
He sat down on my armchair as I laid there looking at him from my bed.
"Tell me something, Kay," he said, initiating the conversation, "when did you
all of a sudden decide that getting a college education was more important than life
with me and Ricky?"
I closed my eyes when he said that. I wasn't surprised to hear something like
that come out of his mouth, but I knew that I had to answer him with the truth.
"I didn't Miguel, I -"
The phone rang, interrupting what I had to say.
"Just a sec," I told Miguel, angry that the telephone had prevented me from
telling Miguel the truth. I had been so close to revealing all!
I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" I asked.
"Kay!" exclaimed the person on the other line.
"Tony?!" I asked, getting excited.
"Yup, the one and only," he answered. "Good thing you haven't forgotten what
I sound like. You missed me didn't cha?"
"Of course I missed you silly!" I told him.
Unbeknowst to me, but Miguel was getting pretty furious wondering who this
Tony character was. Miguel stood up, his hands on his hips.
"Is Ricky there?" Tony asked. "I want to wish him a Happy Birthday."
"Oh of course," I said. I covered the mouthpiece with my hand.
"I'll be right back Miguel," I said, looking at him. He stared at me furiously.
He looked like a jealous boyfriend, even though he technically wasn't. It almost made
me laugh.
I went downstairs and told Ricky he had a phone call from "Uncle Tony." I then
headed back to my bedroom.
"So your boyfriend called huh?" Miguel said, looking jealous.
"Tony?" I said, practically laughing. "He's not my boyfriend, just a friend from
Connecticut."
Miguel raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Now I was getting pretty angry. What was with him? This wasn't the Miguel I
used to know! "How come you don't trust one word that comes out of my mouth
anymore?" I cried loudly. "You didn't believe me when I told you I missed you and now
you won't believe me when I tell you that Tony is just a friend? What happened to you
Miguel? When did you stop trusting me?"
I was on the verge of tears. I knew I had to be strong in front of Miguel but he
was really causing me to get upset. I was just as mad as he was now. Furious.
"I stopped trusting you, Kay, when you left and never looked back!" Miguel
retaliated.
Ohhh, that was harsh. I sat back down on my bed as I thought about what he
had just said. How could 4 years of no communication weigh more than 20 years that
we had spent together, growing up, believing in and trusting each other? That wasn't
fair.
"And for your information, nothing happened to me. I didn't change. You did.
You didn't even know what you were leaving behind when you decided to go to
UConn," Miguel blurted out. He covered his mouth with his hand suddenly, as if he had
exposed a big secret.
I stared at him, fumes practically coming out of my ears.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, angry and confused. "If you mean
losing out on life with you and Ricky, I already heard that. I don't need to listen to it
again."
"It's not only that, Kay!" Miguel shouted, seemingly deciding to expose all of
this big secret he had for me, "That day that you told me that you were going to go to
college, do you remember that I had a surprise for you?"
"Uhuh," I said slowly as the memory came back to me. I could tell this was not
going to be something I would be happy about. But I needed to know. Just like he
needed to know about what Charity had done to Ricky and me.
"Well I was going to ask you to MARRY me, Kay," he answered, delivering a
final blow. "I wanted you, Ricky and me to be a family. But it's too late for that now.
And it's noone's fault but YOURS."
Hate flashed in his eyes, while despair clouded mine. My world came crashing
down. Covering my mouth with my hand, I fell down on my bed. I couldn't believe it.
Miguel was going to have asked me to marry him that day! That thing he had in his
pocket when he said that there was no point in giving it to me now, it was an
engagement ring! Tears sprang to my eyes and now there was no stopping it. This was
the ultimate pain. I thought Miguel's not trusting me was a hard enough thing to deal
with. This was the biggest of them all. I sat there on my bed, my hands covering my
face. I cried like a baby.
Miguel looked on at me for a few seconds. I was an emotional wreck. He still
loved me. He didn't want to hurt me. But I had hurt him. He was just returning the
pain.
"So you ended up using that engagement ring for Charity huh?" I screamed as
the tears continued to fall down my face.
"No," Miguel responded. "I thought there was still some hope for us. So I kept
it. I gave Charity another ring when we got engaged. I still have the ring I was
supposed to give you. I held on to the prospect of you returning to me again after four
years and then being my wife. But you didn't WANT THAT, DID YOU? You threw all
that hope away when you left!"
I had never seen Miguel this mad. I, too was just as mad. He still has the ring
he was supposed to give me from four years ago, I thought to myself. Normally that
would have thrilled me but not today. Miguel's hateful accusations had just about gone
over the line. I couldn't stand to hear one more sentence come out of his mouth. I was
in too much pain to tell him the truth. It was already obvious how he felt. He didn't
want me. Or Ricky.
"GET OUT!" I screamed. At that moment, I couldn't even stand to look at the
man I loved.
He continued to stand there, looking at me.
"Gladly," he replied. "But remember this Kay, everything that has happened
was YOUR doing!"
"LEAVE!" I shouted.
He walked out of my room (and seemingly, out of my life again) just as I threw
the closest thing I could find at him. Just as he stepped outside, the frame that I had
thrown hit my door, causing the glass to break into a million pieces.
I sighed as I walked by the mess on the floor. I bent down to see which picture
frame I had thrown. It was a photo of me, Ricky and Miguel from the time when Ricky
was six months old. We looked so happy. As a family. How ironic. That just made me
cry harder.
I couldn't handle going downstairs, and facing everyone. They would all ask me
how things went between Miguel and me. So I decided to stay in my room until the last
guest had left. I was still crying hysterically.
All of a sudden, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
"Mommy?" Ricky said gently.
He walked over to where I was lying on my bed. He gave me a hug and stood
there as I continued to cry.
"Daddy left, huh, Mommy?" he asked wisely. For a five year old, Ricky sure
was smart enough to know that Miguel's leaving was for good.
I nodded as I wiped away my tears. We held onto each other as the pain of
losing Miguel all over again resurfaced - for the both of us.
*** alrite kaguel fans im sorry if i didnt make u happy with this chapter***
*** I promise to make it up to u ;) ***