Chapter 31- Simone
Tears were streaming down my face, and I wasn’t exactly sure why. Why was I crying over a man that had issues connecting with people emotionally? Albie had warned me. Hadn’t he?
I had no one to turn to and I’d left my phone at the house. In the kitchen where our food was.
I drove around my apartment nearly ten times before I jumped on the freeway and headed into another part of the city. It was a long shot to think Miguel would be home but I just needed someone to talk to.
I felt bad the moment I knocked on his green door. The way things had gone down between us in Panera earlier. I’d be lucky if he didn’t cuss me the hell out and tell me to never speak to him ever again.
“Miguelllll!”
I knocked even harder because I knew he was home. The humming of music or the television seemed to pause.
The locks on the door began to click and he cracked the door; Miguel’s face was partially obscured by darkness. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the outside door light either.
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now. Today has been a fucking nightmare but I ….”
“Simone, go home.”
There wasn’t much emotion in his voice, but there was exhaustion.
“Please…I need a friend right now.”
He opened the door wider and I could see his face fully now.
“We don’t need to…”
I barged in.
“Look! I’m a piece of shit, Miguel. If I lead you on in anyway…I’m really fucking sorry. This shitshow I’m in with Lucien…look the man practically kidnapped me.”
Miguel’s eyes grew wide.
“Yeah…my brother got me into some shit. But I’m not now…” I shrugged. “I’m not kidnapped anymore.”
“Well clearly,” he stated.
“I’ve just found out some crazy shit today…I just need to be around someone who has good energy. Can we watch a movie and just talk about tattoos and shop plans? And…”
Miguel’s face curled up and a smile appeared. “Okay. You’ve twisted my arms. You had me at tattoos.”
“Thank you,” I murmured looking around.
“How about I fix us some tea?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yes, I would love that.”
While Miguel went into his kitchen, I looked through his DVD collection. Some of them I hadn’t seen and but one stuck out to me. Pulling out Poetic Justice, I popped it in.
“Interesting choice,” Miguel said startling me. “Teas done.”
Placing my hand over my chest, I let out a breath. “Scared me, dude.”
“Sorry.”
We moved to the couch and I picked up the decorative mug. It felt super hot in my hands and I blew on it to calm the heat down before relaxing. Miguel pulled a blanket over me just as Janet Jackson began to talk…
I wasn’t sure when it started…
