Going Back
Chapter Two
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I'm sorry, anyways .
Before Jake or Mariel could say anything, I answered trying not to sound nervous:
"Oh, we're painting our apartament and I did't have a place to stay tonight, and I didn't feel like going to a hotel." I guess he bought it. It'd be just too painfull to tell him I'm alone when he's with someone.
"We?", he asked coldly. Why was his voice cold? I wanted to hear his voice warm just one more time. To hear him say 'I love you', or 'te amo' or whatever and then kiss me with those soft lips of his.
"Paul and I", I answered. Jake looked at me weirdly. So it was a lie, so what? Sue me. Jesse looked hurt for one second and then I resisted to the temptation of looking into his eyes.
Note to self: Must not look into Jesse's eyes.
I can't look into his eyes cause they're those two black pools where I love to drown.
But maybe I just want to drown one last time.
I said goodbye and politely refused when Joanna, A.K.A. the blond bitch, asked me to join them for dinner, by saying I was exausted.
And in a way, I was. I mean, breaking up with Paul AND seeing Jesse on the same day? I didn't deserve this.
Later I found out through Mariel that Joanna was Jesse's girlfriend (duh), and that they were together for six months, though they weren't living together.
I wishI haven't seen Jesse today. I wishI didn't have to remember our moments or his face.
I wish I didn't regret our breaking up.
It has been three years now; 36 months without talking to him. It wasn't really mine or his fault; right after we broke up, Paul showed up at my life again, and it only took him about 6 months for me to be together with him, even though I felt it was wrong. Everything with Paul feels wrong. I was sad and vulnerable when Jesse and I broke up and all I needed was a friend. Then Paul saw it and he took advantage of me, knowing I really didn't want to be alone, to wake up in the middle of the night and stare at an empty room.
All this time we had been together, what I felt for him was nothing like love. Not even close. It was more like... hate or something.
I mean how could I love the guy? I already knew the love of my life, the one I was destinaded to be with - or alone.
As corny and cliché as that sounds.
Jesse's POV
So they were still together. Paul and Susannah, I mean. They were living together. That puta. I couldn't believe their relationship was lasting for two or more years , when it took me almost this time to be able to kiss a woman again. But I had Joanna now, so why did it hurt so much to see her?
By the end of dinner, Joanna had to leave, she was taking an early flight to Chicago tomorrow for her job as a journalist. I was supposed to leave with her, but I then I told her I remembered I had to talk to Jake about something and that I'd be at the airport tomorrow morning to see her leave Carmel.
"Oh, Hector! You have to? I thought you were going to my place tonight", she winked at me while putting her hands behind my neck. But the thing is, she said it in the exact same moment that Susannah got out of the bathroom and went back into the guest room. I don't think she heard it, and even if she did, she wouldn't care anyway.
I answered Joanna I'd go to her place after I left tonight. She had given me the keys when we first started having sex four months ago, even though she didn't have mine. To me, sex with Joanna had no meaning; I didn't love her.
She left a little after nine pm and Jake and I went to the living room while Mariel went to do something in the kitchen, and then I turned to Jake.
"So, why is Susannah here? When did she come?",I asked trying not to let him know I was anxious. "When is she leaving?" He looked at me guiltly.
"Okay, I'll tell you but you can't tell her I told you. She finally broke up with that Paul dude today, and she had nowhere else to stay but here. I don't know how long she's staying, as long as she needs to. She was crying like hell when she arrived", he said in a confidential tone.
She was crying? My Susannah was crying? I'd kill whoever made my Querida suffer.
But it's not like I needed another reason to want to kill Slater.
I needed to talk to Susannah, so I excused myself from Jake and knocked on the door.
Susannah's door I mean.
She opened the door a little, andI couldn't see her but the side of her sweater and skirt.
The she asked with a crying voice, "are they gone yet?", and turned to face me.
I noticed some things about her.
1) She was crying.
2) The sweater she was wearing was the green one she had since her sixteen's.
3) She was beautiful.
In a second she noticed it was me. "Oh, hello there", she said.
Then I said, "Why are you crying?"
And she was all like 'I'm not crying, it's just allergies', and started babbling about it, her allergies I mean.
Witch I knew she didn't have. I lived with her for three years, for God's sake!
Then she brushed her tears away, I saw her green sparkling eyes and I wanted more then anything in the world, that she was still mine.
Nobre de Dios, I missed that woman. I never really thought we had broken up forever; I thought we'd talk, solve our problems and keep going. But thenSlater showed up at our apartament and talked to her in her vulnerable state, the one shealways gets in when we have a fight, and turned her against me. And she didn't take my calls and suddenly I was alone at a hotel room, wondering where she was, and if she missed me.
I wish I hadn't been such a coward and never left that night. It was my fear that we were done that made us not go back.
Haha . Finally updating ! I told you I would ! I'm gonna write this story until its very end !
Yeah, not very good, but keep reading - chapter three will be better !
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