Page 94 of Always You
“How can she betray us like this? If she had signs of remorse, we would’ve seen it.” Mark sobs as I lean him toward me to comfort him.
“You can come stay with me, bro,” Santiago says to Mark.
He nods.
“We can’t let Mom know,” I tell them.
* * *
Since my brothers left, I have been sitting in the dark, in my living room, nursing a bottle of whiskey. Thinking of Mila and Dante. Why did my mom have to fuck it all up for my brothers and me? Why couldn’t she see me happy? Isn’t it what mothers want for their kids, to see them happy and in love? She never reached out about Dante or showed any type of guilt or remorse. Unfortunately, the story of my life doesn’t come easy. I miss Mila so damn much. The phone rings. It’s probably my brother.
“Hello.”
“Dominic, I called to let you know it’s not a good idea for you to see Dante right now. I don’t trust your mother. She plotted to kill me, she’s a murderer. I won’t let her hurt or come after my son. You lied to me. You betrayed me all over again. I don’t know what’s true or not. If you had given a shit, you would have put her behind bars to protect your son. It’s only obvious you defend her actions,” she bellows with rage.
My heart deflates.
“Fuck no, I’m not defending her actions. I would never let anything happen to him, baby—you know that.”
“Like I said, I don’t know what’s true or not coming out of your mouth. It’s best we hold off until things get sorted out, and she’s locked up.” Her beautiful voice cracks
“Baby, please…” I beg when she interjects.
“I’m not your baby.”
My heart deflates with her rejection
I need her.
“Mila, you can supervise our visit I just need to see him,” I slur.
Fuck.
“I’ll think about it, but for right now It’s better to wait.”
“Please, Angel, I…”
“Are you drunk?”
“Mila, I just had a little to drink.”
She sniffles.
“Angel?”
The phone line clicks off. She hung up on me.
Shit, shit,tossing my phone across the room, dragging my fingers through my hair. Fuck, I want to pull my hair out. Goddammit, I don’t blame her for not letting me see Dante, I don’t trust my mother, but fuck, I would never let my mother hurt her or him. I respect her wish for now. If only she would let me explain things to her. Technically, I don’t know my mother’s malicious reasons as to why she would stoop this low to do something like this. Leo was a great man and a noble father. Thank God I picked up Mila that night; I could’ve lost her.
I lost her anyway. She’s not mine anymore, maybe she never really was. I lost my son in the mix. Back to being shit lonely. My heart sinks with memories of our date. I knew then it would be the last night I held her in my arms. The last time she’d smile at me, kiss me, and make love with me. She’ll always be the one woman I can’t have. I’ll have to watch from the sidelines as another man does all the things I couldn’t do for her. My black-haired raven clawed her way into my soul, leaving an imprint. I’ll gladly take each claw mark in remembrance she was once mine.
What Rachel has done is unforgivable.
* * *
It’s been four miserable days since I last heard from Mila. The only reminders I have of her is our memories, and the tattoos imprinted in my flesh. Has she forgotten about me? Was I easy to forget? It would come as no surprise, Mila is drop-dead gorgeous, smart, kind, strong-minded, and a hell of an exceptional mother. Jealousy clouds my thoughts, what if she went to Ken, or Brian, or whatever his name is for comfort. The fucker was right, I would fuck up. I’m sure he’s running to her rescue. She will move on eventually. I shoot her a text.
Dominic:How’s Dante doing?
