Chapter 35:
An hour had passed and Miguel and I were sitting (by ourselves, the place was pretty
deserted) in one of the small cafes by the beach drinking. I felt uninhibited tonight. Maybe it
was because I was finally going to tell Miguel the truth. Hopefully.... I sat there, taking in the
scenery of the waves crashing by the shore. Miguel on the other hand was downing alcoholic
beverages like there was no tomorrow. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen to me. He said
he was old enough to take care of himself and that he wanted to 'let loose.'
After we paid, and walked back to the shore, Miguel and I sat down to watch the
waves.
"Isn't the beach beautiful this time of night?" I asked him. I turned around to see what
he was doing. He was lying face down on the sand. He sure was drunk.
"Not as beautiful as you gorgeous," Miguel answered, getting up. He came to sit down
by me.
I didn't like the way he was acting. First off he was WAY too drunk. And second, it was
making him act differently. I didn't like this Miguel I was seeing before my eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. We both fell down backwards because of it,
hitting the sand.
"Miguel," I said half-laughing, half-upset.
Not saying a word, he turned to look at me. He was practically on top of me. His lips
were inches away from mine. He searched deep into my eyes before leaning in for a kiss.
When his mouth found mine, there was no letting go. On his part anyway. Much as I
loved the idea of him kissing me again after all this time, I wouldn't let him. He was drunk. He
didn't know what he was doing. And besides, the smell of alcohol almost made me gag.
I pushed him off of me. I stood up, wiping the sand away from my shorts.
I sighed. Miguel was pretty much zoned out and that ruined my chances of telling him.
He wouldn't understand anyway, and besides by tomorrow he would have no recollection of
what transpired between us.
After I pushed Miguel off me, he refused to talk to me. He walked away mumbling:
"Why did you stop the kiss, Kay?" and "How come you don't love me anymore?!"
I was so mad. I hated seeing Miguel drunk. This was the first and hopefully the last
time I would have to see him in this state of being.
Sighing, I sat back down on the sand. How was I going to tell him NOW? When he
wouldn't even understand or remember anything I said......
I turned to see what Miguel was doing. He was walking farther and farther away from
me. He didn't know where he was going. I got up and ran after him. I would not let him out of
my sight.
"Miguel," I shouted. He turned around to look at me. Waving me off, he continued to
walk. "Miguel, wait!" I yelled.
I finally reached him, out of breath. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going home," he answered.
"No, you're not, Miguel," I replied firmly. "You're not driving. You're drunk."
"Oh, Kay," he said sarcastically, putting his hand on my cheek and caressing it. "You
care so much for me. You don't want to see me killed, do you? But I'll be ok, trust me.
Besides, a life without you is a life not worth living!"
I shivered from his words. I knew he was drunk and that it was influencing his behavior
and words, but it still scared me to know that Miguel would say such a thing.
Miguel ran off to his car. I chased after him.
"No, Miguel," I said. "I can't let you drive. I WON'T!" Tears came to my eyes as I
pictured what would happen to Miguel if I was not here at this moment.
"WHY?" Miguel screamed at me. "It's not like you give a rat's ass about anything I
do! You made it clear that you didn't want me when you went to college and now you're acting
like you care. Stop playing these GAMES with me, Kay. Leave me ALONE!"
"SHUT UP, Miguel," I shouted, grabbing his car keys from his hand.
"DAMMITT, Kay," Miguel screamed at me. But he went in the car, and I could tell
that he had given up.
Now, there was no way I was going to take him to Pilar's house. There would be no one
there to watch over him, since they already were asleep. No, he definitely had to come to
Daddy's house. He could sleep in the nearby cot in my bedroom. That way I could keep an
eye on him.
I started the car and drove home.
"Hey," Miguel cried out a few minutes later. "You passed my old house. Where are
you taking me?"
"We're going to my house, Miguel." I answered, my eyes on the road. "There is no
way you are going to be out of my sight."
"Aww..." Miguel answered. "How sweet. You want me with you in your bed."
I opened my mouth to protest to his immaturity but decided better of it. This wasn't the
Miguel I knew. There was no point to get mad. I just had to be patient and let this day end.
Then Miguel would be normal again and I could FINALLY tell him the truth.
A little bit later, Miguel and I walked into the house. Jessica had left the living room
lights on for us, which wasn't very necessary since it was around 5:30 am and the sun was
getting ready to rise.
I took Miguel to my bedroom and gave him some of Noah's old pajamas to wear. As
he changed in the bathroom, I quietly arranged the cot for him to sleep in.
Miguel came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He yawned. "Why can't I sleep
in your bed with you, Kay?" he asked me.
"Because you're married to Charity, Miguel," I replied, grabbing some blankets and
handing it to him.
"Oh, yeah... I forgot," Miguel laughed as he crawled inside the covers of the cot.
I went to the bathroom to remove my makeup and brush my teeth. When I came back,
Miguel was already asleep. Sighing with disappointment, I walked over to his cot, and grabbed
his left hand which was laid out over the covers. Placing his hand in mine, I began to speak:
"Oh, Miguel," I said sadly to the unconsious man I loved, "I was so hell-bent on telling
you the truth today. About why I left Harmony. I never wanted to leave you, Miguel. I loved
you... I still love you. It was out of my hands. Charity threatened to kill Ricky if I didn't leave.
She wanted to win you over again, Miguel and she thought the only way she could was if I was
out of the picture." I paused for a second as I looked at him. He was still sleeping as
rhythmically as before. I decided to continue telling him; maybe it would make it easier when I
actually told him the truth while he was consious.
"So you see, Miguel, I didn't leave willingly. Charity told me not to tell anyone about
why I REALLY was going to college - or else. I knew she was serious. I couldn't risk Ricky's
life. So I complied. If only you are actually consious as I am telling you this, Miguel. So then
you can finally know....."
I placed his hand back on the blanket. That's all I had to say. If only it was going to be
that easy when I actually DID tell him the truth. Getting up and walking over to the door, I
switched off the lights. I crawled into bed, covering up. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to deep
slumber.
Unbeknowst to me but nearby my bed, Miguel's eyes popped wide open.
{A/N: cliff-hanger! ya right... lol. what does this mean? got to read the next chapter to
find out!! i'll post shortly. promise. my college semester ended last week and i have six weeks
off!!! so that means that i will update more often, to more stories. anyway, this is my fave
chapter so far.... better ones to come soon. ;) promise. peace out y'all. and don't stop
reviewing!!}
An hour had passed and Miguel and I were sitting (by ourselves, the place was pretty
deserted) in one of the small cafes by the beach drinking. I felt uninhibited tonight. Maybe it
was because I was finally going to tell Miguel the truth. Hopefully.... I sat there, taking in the
scenery of the waves crashing by the shore. Miguel on the other hand was downing alcoholic
beverages like there was no tomorrow. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen to me. He said
he was old enough to take care of himself and that he wanted to 'let loose.'
After we paid, and walked back to the shore, Miguel and I sat down to watch the
waves.
"Isn't the beach beautiful this time of night?" I asked him. I turned around to see what
he was doing. He was lying face down on the sand. He sure was drunk.
"Not as beautiful as you gorgeous," Miguel answered, getting up. He came to sit down
by me.
I didn't like the way he was acting. First off he was WAY too drunk. And second, it was
making him act differently. I didn't like this Miguel I was seeing before my eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. We both fell down backwards because of it,
hitting the sand.
"Miguel," I said half-laughing, half-upset.
Not saying a word, he turned to look at me. He was practically on top of me. His lips
were inches away from mine. He searched deep into my eyes before leaning in for a kiss.
When his mouth found mine, there was no letting go. On his part anyway. Much as I
loved the idea of him kissing me again after all this time, I wouldn't let him. He was drunk. He
didn't know what he was doing. And besides, the smell of alcohol almost made me gag.
I pushed him off of me. I stood up, wiping the sand away from my shorts.
I sighed. Miguel was pretty much zoned out and that ruined my chances of telling him.
He wouldn't understand anyway, and besides by tomorrow he would have no recollection of
what transpired between us.
After I pushed Miguel off me, he refused to talk to me. He walked away mumbling:
"Why did you stop the kiss, Kay?" and "How come you don't love me anymore?!"
I was so mad. I hated seeing Miguel drunk. This was the first and hopefully the last
time I would have to see him in this state of being.
Sighing, I sat back down on the sand. How was I going to tell him NOW? When he
wouldn't even understand or remember anything I said......
I turned to see what Miguel was doing. He was walking farther and farther away from
me. He didn't know where he was going. I got up and ran after him. I would not let him out of
my sight.
"Miguel," I shouted. He turned around to look at me. Waving me off, he continued to
walk. "Miguel, wait!" I yelled.
I finally reached him, out of breath. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going home," he answered.
"No, you're not, Miguel," I replied firmly. "You're not driving. You're drunk."
"Oh, Kay," he said sarcastically, putting his hand on my cheek and caressing it. "You
care so much for me. You don't want to see me killed, do you? But I'll be ok, trust me.
Besides, a life without you is a life not worth living!"
I shivered from his words. I knew he was drunk and that it was influencing his behavior
and words, but it still scared me to know that Miguel would say such a thing.
Miguel ran off to his car. I chased after him.
"No, Miguel," I said. "I can't let you drive. I WON'T!" Tears came to my eyes as I
pictured what would happen to Miguel if I was not here at this moment.
"WHY?" Miguel screamed at me. "It's not like you give a rat's ass about anything I
do! You made it clear that you didn't want me when you went to college and now you're acting
like you care. Stop playing these GAMES with me, Kay. Leave me ALONE!"
"SHUT UP, Miguel," I shouted, grabbing his car keys from his hand.
"DAMMITT, Kay," Miguel screamed at me. But he went in the car, and I could tell
that he had given up.
Now, there was no way I was going to take him to Pilar's house. There would be no one
there to watch over him, since they already were asleep. No, he definitely had to come to
Daddy's house. He could sleep in the nearby cot in my bedroom. That way I could keep an
eye on him.
I started the car and drove home.
"Hey," Miguel cried out a few minutes later. "You passed my old house. Where are
you taking me?"
"We're going to my house, Miguel." I answered, my eyes on the road. "There is no
way you are going to be out of my sight."
"Aww..." Miguel answered. "How sweet. You want me with you in your bed."
I opened my mouth to protest to his immaturity but decided better of it. This wasn't the
Miguel I knew. There was no point to get mad. I just had to be patient and let this day end.
Then Miguel would be normal again and I could FINALLY tell him the truth.
A little bit later, Miguel and I walked into the house. Jessica had left the living room
lights on for us, which wasn't very necessary since it was around 5:30 am and the sun was
getting ready to rise.
I took Miguel to my bedroom and gave him some of Noah's old pajamas to wear. As
he changed in the bathroom, I quietly arranged the cot for him to sleep in.
Miguel came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He yawned. "Why can't I sleep
in your bed with you, Kay?" he asked me.
"Because you're married to Charity, Miguel," I replied, grabbing some blankets and
handing it to him.
"Oh, yeah... I forgot," Miguel laughed as he crawled inside the covers of the cot.
I went to the bathroom to remove my makeup and brush my teeth. When I came back,
Miguel was already asleep. Sighing with disappointment, I walked over to his cot, and grabbed
his left hand which was laid out over the covers. Placing his hand in mine, I began to speak:
"Oh, Miguel," I said sadly to the unconsious man I loved, "I was so hell-bent on telling
you the truth today. About why I left Harmony. I never wanted to leave you, Miguel. I loved
you... I still love you. It was out of my hands. Charity threatened to kill Ricky if I didn't leave.
She wanted to win you over again, Miguel and she thought the only way she could was if I was
out of the picture." I paused for a second as I looked at him. He was still sleeping as
rhythmically as before. I decided to continue telling him; maybe it would make it easier when I
actually told him the truth while he was consious.
"So you see, Miguel, I didn't leave willingly. Charity told me not to tell anyone about
why I REALLY was going to college - or else. I knew she was serious. I couldn't risk Ricky's
life. So I complied. If only you are actually consious as I am telling you this, Miguel. So then
you can finally know....."
I placed his hand back on the blanket. That's all I had to say. If only it was going to be
that easy when I actually DID tell him the truth. Getting up and walking over to the door, I
switched off the lights. I crawled into bed, covering up. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to deep
slumber.
Unbeknowst to me but nearby my bed, Miguel's eyes popped wide open.
{A/N: cliff-hanger! ya right... lol. what does this mean? got to read the next chapter to
find out!! i'll post shortly. promise. my college semester ended last week and i have six weeks
off!!! so that means that i will update more often, to more stories. anyway, this is my fave
chapter so far.... better ones to come soon. ;) promise. peace out y'all. and don't stop
reviewing!!}