Devote [book 1]

4

Though nothing out of the ordinary happened at the dinner, the memories were on repeat in my mind.

Also were the pictures. A family photo and a family photo plus Cristiano.

It was a mystery, they both were.

Sleep didn't come easy. I stayed on my bed staring at the plain white ceiling. My room needs a new paint job and redecorating.

I ordered some paint from Sherwin-Williams and a couch from a furniture store.

It 3 am and I'm supposed to be awake in a few hours to go to work. Might as well start the day since sleep isn't going to come any time soon. I decide to clean my room, the kitchen, and the living room. I also wash the dishes and then put them in the dishwasher and then I make coffee. I go to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I put a face mask on and relax.

5 am and I'm not even a tiny bit remotely tired.

I start making some breakfast and a loud thump causes me to stop everything and stay frozen.

The thump noise came from my room. Is someone here to kidnap me? Rob me?

I grabbed a knife and checked my best friends room. He wasn't here, I rolled my eyes. I slowly tip toed to my room. It was like I was in those spy movies. The anticipation and suspense here.

My door was slightly ajar and I could see a shadow. It was a man. The stance, and muscles on the shadow. The shadow moved its head towards the door.

I silently prayed that it didn't notice me.

Oh no, the shadow started walking towards the door. I came in its way and put the knife in. And then I saw it. It was Lucas. I stabbed my boss' son!

I started freaking out, he was in the floor groaning in pain.

"I could get fired, I could get arrested. They will say it's attempted murder! No! I was defending myself!" I mutter.

"Call 911," he whispers loud enough.

I run to the living room to call 911 and then I ran back to him with the person still on the line.

"Uh I accidentally stabbed a friend, he came in through my apartment window which is like a few stories high and I thought it was a burglar so yeah," I said rapidly.

I then gave them my address and was told to not take the knife out or if I want to I can take the knife out but I would just have to add a lot of pressure and I'm a weakling so I just let the knife in.

I felt bad so I went towards his head and picked it up and set it on my lap. I stroke his hair while humming and singing a song.

"Si pudiera bajarte una estrella del cielo
Lo haría sin pensarlo dos veces
Porque te quiero, ay
Hasta un lucero
Y si tuviera el naufragio de un sentimiento
Seria un velero en la isla
De tus deseos, de tus deseos
Pero por dentro entiendo que no puedo
Y a veces me pierdo
Cuando me enamoro
A veces desespero
Cuando me enamoro
Cuando menos me lo espero, me enamoro
Se detiene el tiempo
Me viene el alma al cuerpo
Sonrío, cuando me enamoro"

"You speak Spanish?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, my mom was Latina so when she died I wanted to learn her native language and then I started listening to music in Spanish," I said, smiling sadly.

"How did she die? If you don't mind me asking," he said in low whispers.

I sucked in a breath. My moms story wasn't something I told often.

"Overdose," I said. I stared off into space. All the memories that I shared with my mom and then the day I found her dead.

"My mom was loved. Everyone in my neighborhood loved her. She was kind, funny, smart, beautiful. But I could always tell there was something off. I knew that the smiles she shared with the neighbors were fake. Her eyes never crinkled at the ends, not with them. Then one day, when I got home from school I found her. She was laying in her bed. I thought she was sleeping so I gave her a kiss on her cheek and went to make dinner. When I went to wake her up, she didn't. That was when I really checked her pulse, put my head to her heart and nothing. Emptiness."

I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I didn't care to stop it. I was still stroking his hair. He was still bleeding, ironically. My body is still bleeding from my moms death. It was like a big stab to my heart. Heh, stab.

I heard the door open, followed by multiple footsteps and what sounded like a gurney. I was used to police and ambulances.

"Can I come?" I asked Lucas.

"Please," he whispered.

I can see the pain he has when he tries talking.

"Don't talk, it'll hurt you more." I said.

I got on the ambulance outside and continued stroking his hair.

I am tired. I wrote four chapters in one day and I'll most likely still write today. And by today I mean the 8th of May. The song is Cuando Me Enamoro by Enrique Iglesias. It's a really beautiful song. You can look up the translation of it. This is the other song I was talking about.

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