Page 52 of Come to Head

After the door shut behind my dad, I turned my full attention to Yara. “So, this is why you didn’t want me to call you mamacita?” I chuckled awkwardly, taking the chair my dad had just been sitting in next to her.

She extended over and weakly punched me. “Shut up! You know you’re a bitch!?”

“Hey at least this bitch didn’t fuck your dad.” The joke fell flat between us, and I cringed a bit.

Her face whitened. “I’m sure you heard, but he’s dead. Stephen is finally and officially dead. Gone from my life.”

I watched her, we had been best friends for over a decade, but we clearly had kept secrets from each other. We both had our own sordid pasts.

“Yara… I’m going to tell you everything now. All of my secrets. Every piece that I have kept hidden from you, and I would love for you to do the same. But you don’t have to, you can keep anything you want from me. You know I’ll love you no matter what though don’t you?”

“I’m ready to listen. I’ll be the therapist you never went to, no matter how much I pestered you. Though I guess mine didn’t really work. But yeah girl, I think it’s time. No more fucking secrets.”

“Look what had happened was.” I joked, falling back in my chair.

“Shut up, you’re such an idiot!” She laughed a bit before coughing. It took her a few moments but eventually she caught her breath.

“You’re okay though, aren’t you? And the baby? Do you know whose it is? You didn’t lose it, did you?” I had not learned the ways of social etiquette and the questions blurted out one after another.

“Nuh uh uh, you first. But yes the baby is healthy, happy, and all that jazz. But everything else, I answer after.” She flashed her teeth before settling back on the bed.

I took that as my cue to start.

I wasn’t exactly sure where, so I decided to begin with the story of my mother. She had heard bits and pieces before but not the whole of it.

“Your mother was a raging cunt, like god rest her fucking soul. Butfuck!”Yara exclaimed when I was done with that portion.

She wasn’t wrong. I loved my mom, I did, but it was hard to mourn her loss when she had truly been dead to me for years.

I then moved onto my ordeal with Sebastian.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” Her voice was thick with emotion.

At the time, she was dealing with her own problems. Daniel, her first boyfriend, had not been kind. He was why I persuaded her to leave town, helped her change her nameagain, how she ended up starting her company.

Next was how Emilio came into play.

“You’re fucking married?! And I wasn’t invited? I am going to kill that man.”

“Maybe don’t, you know, since he’s my husband and all.” That still hadn’t fully sunk in. We had been going nonstop since the impromptu “wedding.”

I continued on with my story. The sordid pasts of all my men. Another run in with Sebastian. Christian’s need for revenge. ThemurderI committed.

She stayed silent through it all.

“Emilio loved you so much he sent a guardian angel to watch over me,” Yara eventually chirped up, ignoring my confession altogether.

“What do you mean? And what about themurderI committed.”

She waved her hand. “He deserved it.”

What the fuck? Is murder just the norm now?

I had said I liked killing Christian, and while it had been exhilarating–taking back my power, saving myself–I didn’t think I wanted to kill again. But it had healed a piece of me I had tucked so far under a rug I wasn’t aware it was there. That it was broken.

“Kazi, he used to be his driver, but Emilio sent him to keep tabs on me.” Yara then explained how she had run-ins with Daniel again, stalker style, and her entire ordeal with Kazi and then how Mateo was sent, too.

Finally, she got to the point about my dad.

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