sorry this chapter is so short...busy, busy, busy...hopefully, I will have more soon for you guys
Imelda could tell something was wrong
She sat in the garden of her home, enjoying some time to herself, as little Coco was playing with a friend inside, Imelda was sketching some designs for boots that she wished to make, she liked sitting in the garden, and it was a perfect day for inspiration to hit, it was a comfortable warm out and the wind blew gently with some birds singing a song known only to them in the tree above her head, her sketching was going very well, she knew the design would be comfortable, but sturdy, she just needed a way to outwardly make them appealing, her brothers had tried to offer input, but their ideas of proper workmanship needed severe improvement
She was not about to add FIREWORKS to shoes!
But her twin siblings lack of common sense was not her concern at that moment, her Marido's last letter expressed that he was homesick and wanted to return to Santa Cecilia, but that letter had been weeks ago, she had expected to see him come up the walkway any moment, she knew he was an airhead at times, but when it came to music or matters of heart, he shined brightly, Imelda could not shake the feeling something had happened.
Hopefully, that loudmouthed imbécil Ernesto could keep a proper eye on her husband and keep him from being hurt till he was safely back home with her and their daughter, but the Fanfarrón that Héctor called his friend was more likely to get him into trouble then out of it
Moron nearly got Héctor bit by a rattlesnake! who thinks a snake is a bull rope? then tosses it at someone's face?!
She hoped the feeling twisting in her gut was just some common nerves and not anything that she needed to be concerned with.
Héctor's eyes stared out the train window blankly, his mind was swirling with a thousand thoughts, his supposed best friends attempt to murder him, to all that he would need to deal with when he was back home, he had not gotten any sleep on the rickety contraption, afraid that if he closed his eyes for even a second, Ernesto would arrive and finish the job, the logical side of his brain told him that there was no way that the oaf could have gotten on the train, but paranoia won out against that side of him.
He felt cold
This whole time, their friendship had been one big lie, he was nothing to Ernesto, but a means to an end, had his supposed childhood buddy been planning this from the start? to murder him for fame?
You do not just have something like poison laying around, without planning to use it...
Suddenly the train came to a stop, yanking him out of his thoughts.
A small smile graced the face of the musician as he saw the familiar gate to his hometown, everything looked just as it had, it was what he had been wanting, after months of performing like a show horse for strangers, who only cared for entertainment and had no concerns for his, or anyone else's, well being otherwise, he couldn't wait to be home, his wife and daughter in his arms, a home that radiated life and love.
Héctor said a quick thank you to the train station attendant, before running as fast as his legs would allow, the thought of going home had erased his exhaustion, energy replaced paranoia and fear, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, quick hello's and questioning looks and words shot out at him as he bolted through the town, he would do greetings later, right now, home was where he wanted to be.
He saw his wife sitting in the garden, a sketchbook in front of her, deep in thought, he hated having to take her out of her creative process, but this was important too, he wanted to hold her.
"Imelda!"
The shoemaker turned towards her name being called and suddenly found her arms full of blubbering mess, no question to who the gibberish belonged to, but before she could shove him off and give him a scolding for being away for so long, she saw something that made her blood turn to ice.
Ugly purple markings where on her husband's neck, they looked like something had wrapped around his neck as tight as it would go.
Had someone tried to hang Héctor!?
She knew her amore could be a jokester, but he had never done anything that would warrant this sort of treatment!
"Who did this to you!?" Imelda yelled, her blood turning into raging lava just as fast as it had gone cold, ready to grab her heaviest boot and go hunting for whoever had dared lay a finger on her Héctor and give them the thrashing of their life.
"It is a long story ..."
"Well, I am not going anywhere"
At least till she knew who the pig was
Imelda is ready to whoop some BUTT! do you think she will be surprised at who did it? and if you have any ideas for the story or a future one, please let me know, I love hearing people's ideas and thoughs ^^.
