Someone jumping on the bed woke me up the next morning. Christina. "You can't sleep your life away. You've got places to go and people to see."
I groaned and looked at the clock. 1:30.
"Geez." I said as I sat up. "Where's Jonathan?"
She shrugged. "He had a meeting today. He said not to wake you, but I figured you don't want to sleep all day."
I nodded. "Thanks."
I got out of bed and went to my closet. I put on work-out clothes, then headed to the workout room for some much needed exercise. My iPod went through my workout play list twice before I stopped working out. Then I took a shower in the godly bathroom. I was in my undies deciding what I was going to wear when someone came in. I looked over and saw Missy.
She smiled and looked at my clothes. "Nice. Expensive."
I nodded. "I love this room." She nodded in agreement. "So you're my distraction for the day?"
"What are you talking about?" she said innocently.
"Well, Jonathan's at a meeting, apparently. So someone must have sent you over or they wouldn't have let you in the house."
She nodded. "Jon asked me to."
"Since when do you call him Jon?"
She shrugged, "What's wrong with a nickname?"
I shook my head and walked up to her. "You've been communicating with him behind my back, haven't you?" she rolled her eyes. "What do you know? Spill!"
"Nothing. I know nothing."
"Fucking liar."
"About what?"
"Jonathan obviously. You're probably thinking something's going on because he called me and asked me to keep your spoiled ass company!"
I shook my head. "I don't need you to keep me company." I put on a skirt and heels. "I'll keep myself entertained." On with a shirt. "You can leave. I don't need a babysitter."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
So I went to the movies, then to my self defense class. After I was done fighting I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. My feet even hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a bruise on my stomach tomorrow from the hit I took when I was sparing. I sure learned that lesson today. Hopefully I wouldn't fall for tricks anymore.
Jonathan wasn't home when I got there. Only Christina's car was in the parking lot.
"Where have you been?" She asked with attitude.
"Out." I said. "Who are you? My fucking mother?"
Pain and hunger make me a very mean person.
"Jon's been trying to call you. No one knew where you were."
I rolled my eyes, "Well next time I'll be sure to give you my fucking itinerary."
She took a step back when I snapped at her. "What's your problem?"
I put my bag of sweaty cloths down. "I'm tired." I struggled with my shoes. "I'm hungry." I put the shoes in my bag forcefully. "And I'm in pain." I glared at her. "If you have any more wonderful questions, I'll be in my room."
She waited until I was at the stairs then hollered. "Jon's room."
I took a deep breath, then willed myself up the stairs. I programmed the shower cold so my muscles would relax more as I turned up the heat slowly. I looked at my stomach, it was really red, so it was safe to assume that I would have a bruise there in the morning. I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself. I put my hair in a tight bun before walking into the room. I used Jon's shirt and a pair of spandex shorts for pajamas. It was 11 when I laid on the bed. I didn't even bother getting under blankets. I was so exhausted. I turned on the TV when I couldn't fall asleep. Luckily for me, a chick flick was on, so I settled in to watch that.
And right as I got comfortable, my stomach growled loudly. I sighed then got out of bed, motivated by food. I grabbed a bowl then poured myself cereal. I stared at the Seventeen Magazine while I ate. Then all the cars rolled up. I looked at my clothes then shrugged. Too much effort to go change.
I chuckled when I heard Jonathan stomping upstairs. He would be disappointed when he barged into the room. Alfredo came into the kitchen mid-sigh. He stopped when he looked at me. I just looked at the magazine again.
"Yo Jon." He hollered out the door. "She's in the kitchen." Alfredo tisked as he walked to the fridge. "You're in trouble. He was surprisingly worried when Christina didn't know where you took off to."
I rolled my eyes.
Jon came into the kitchen. "Where were you?" He asked moodily.
"Oh why honey?" I said sweetly. "Miss me?"
He glared at me intensely. "Where. Were. You."
"Well first, I went to the movies." I put the bowl in the sink. "Then I went down to my self-defense class for a good workout. Now I'm here."
"And you couldn't answer my calls?"
"I didn't want to answer your calls." Alfredo looked from me to Jonathon. "Did it make you uncomfortable to not have Missy spying on me? Not to know about everything I was doing?"
"I don't spy on you. I like to stay informed."
"Oh! Informed!" I acted amazed. "Would you liked to inform me about your day, sweetheart?" Alfredo's eyes whipped in my direction.
"I was at a meeting until about 6."
"About?"
"Not your business."
"Now that's not fair."
"Life's not fair."
I nodded. "Who's Maddy?"
Jonathan looked...stunned, then said, "No one."
I shook my head and went to our room.
Jon was right behind me. "Who told you about her?"
"Your cell phone, actually. So how'd the paternity test go? Are you making me a step mom already?!"
"The kid isn't mine."
"And that took all day long?"
He shook his head. "No. I actually had business to get done today."
I got into bed. "Any more burning secrets?" He shook his head. He looked sad, or even disappointed. "Why do you look sad?"
He wiped emotion from his face, then smiled weakly. "I'm not sad."
"Then what's with that look?"
He sighed and laid down next to me, looking me in my eyes. "A year ago I wanted nothing more than to be with Maddy. Then a month later she ends up pregnant. So I took care of her. I supported her. Right before the baby came, I received a parcel in the mail. There were pictures, even a fucking video that caught her cheating on me. When I showed her, she confessed that the baby might not be mine. So I kicked her out on her ass and told her to bring proof that he was mine. Her evidence was comparing photos to me. The kid looked like his mother. So she decided a paternity test was the way to go. Turns out I was right when I kicked her out." He laid on his back. "For 9 fucking months I wanted that kid. I defended her against my family and came out looking like a fool."
"And you think I'd do that?"
He shook his head and looked me in my eyes. "Carrlino's believe in family. Family before yourself. It goes against Carrlino nature to cheat."
"Then why spy?"
He sighed, "Precaution." He looked at the ceiling again. "Marina went through your things because I asked her to. She found nothing but evidence that you're a good girl who wants people to think she's the opposite."
"Are you doing this to get over Maddy?" His brow creased, confused. "Marrying me."
"Oh." He shook his head. "No. I'm doing this for the same reason you are. Family."
I nodded then drifted off into dreamland.
The door to the bedroom opened quickly and loudly. I was startled out of my sleep to see a dark figure in the doorway. Jonathan already had his gun pointed at the intruder. The light turned on.
"Jesus Alfredo." Jonathan put the gun down "I told you to never do that. I was going to shoot you."
"Unless it's an emergency. It is. Get dressed. I'll be in the car." Alfredo looked at me when I started lying down to sleep again. "You too."
I scratched my head and looked at the clock. 2:45. "Why?"
"There was a shooting at your home a half an hour ago."