How Did We Get Here
1010 Words
Alice
We didn't stay in London that night. Santiago took us home. It didn't feel much like a home when we got there though. Mateo was passed out on the couch. He had been drinking. Santiago stormed off into the bedroom.
"Mateo,"
'Alice,"
"Yeah, Are you okay?"
"Are you really pregnant?"
"Oh, Mateo," he quickly opened his eyes and took my hands.
"Tell me," he pleaded. "Please."
"Yes,"
"How could you not tell me,"
"I'm sorry. I was waiting until I knew for sure," I told him.
"But you could tell him," Mateo added.
"I am so sorry, I promise you I wanted to tell you. I was just scared," I told him.
"Alice, please don't leave me. I don't care if it's not mine but don't leave," Mateo was still drunk.
"Let's get you into the bathroom," I told him.
"Don't I can do it myself," Mateo pushed me away. He has never been this mean or this angry with me before.
"Mateo," I called as he stumbled into his room.
Fifteen Minutes Later
"I think you should go," Santiago said as he came into the living room.
"Are you being serious?" I said.
"Just for a few days, go stay with your friends," he told me.
"Why?"
"Mateo is upset and so much has happened,"
"So, it's my fault,"
"I didn't say that but see, we should all just take some time to think,"
"Think," I was getting angry again. This scene I have seen before. It was like those from my past. The fighting, the yelling, and the offending.
"If you need to think," I wanted to say more but I didn't.
"Alice,"
"No, don't," I said. "Tell Mateo I left but because you asked me to."
"It's for the best," Santiago said.
"Sure," I went to pack a bag and headed out. Santiago didn't try to stop me. That part hurt. The walkout of the building seemed to take forever. I quickly turned off my phone. I didn't want to hear from either of them. I didn't think they would come looking for me so soon but just in case. I didn't want to make it easy for them. I don't even know how we got here.
"ALICE!"
"MOTHER," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"I came by to see you and you weren't here," she argued. I really wasn't in the mood for this. She was drunk. I could smell the alcohol. "I called you. You never answer me."
"Mother, please,"
"I told you I wanted to look for your father and you just ignored me," she said. "I need to find him."
"WHY!" I shouted.
"He is your father and my husband," she said.
"HE LEFT US!" I shouted again. "HE DIDN'T WANT US. WHY ARE YOU STILL HOPING HE WILL COME BACK. HE ISN'T COMING BACK AND HE DEFINITELY DOESN'T WANT YOU LOOKING FOR HIM!"
"I love him," my mother sobbed.
"But he didn't love you," I cried.
"DON'T SAY THAT," my mother shoved me slightly. She was shouting at me and cursing loudly. I began to back away slowly. I tripped over the curb as I stepped away from her.
"Mom,"
"He just needed some time,"
"Right," I said. "He left. I don't want to find him." My mother walked towards me again. I didn't realize we were in the middle of the street. I vaguely remember yelling and loud crashing noises. It sounded like glass breaking in the distance and everything went black.
Santiago
"You told her to leave," Mateo was upset I had told Alice to leave.
"I thought it was for the best," I told him.
"This is her home, we are her home," Mateo said. "You don't just throw someone out of their home."
"I told her we all needed time," I said.
"And you think that makes it okay, you threw her out," Mateo hissed.
"I didn't," I insisted.
"Do you even love her?" Mateo asked.
"How could you ask me that?"
"You wanted to have her so bad. You wanted to find her when she left but you so easily told her to go," Mateo said. "You know she has a hard time believing in love and you go and do something this stupid."
At that moment, all I wanted to do was hear her voice. I had pulled out my phone and began dialing her number. I had missed her the moment she stepped out the door but I was too prideful to go after her. I wanted her to see my side so bad that I couldn't even stop to think about everything she has been through. She told me not to play games with her and not treat her like a toy. I let her go. I was a f*****g fool. She wasn't answering her phone.
"What is it?" Mateo asked.
"She isn't answering," I told him. We heard a crash and some yelling but we were so high up we couldn't look down to see what happened outside. I got a call from the front desk.
"WHAT!" I shouted. "Are you sure it was her?" I was confused and angry. "A woman. A blonde woman."
"Santiago," Mateo called. "What's wrong?" I felt a wet spot on my cheek. "SANTIAGO!"
"Alice is in the hospital, she was hit by a car," the words barely left my lips. I grabbed my keys and didn't even wait for Mateo. I ran downstairs and to the garage. Mateo quickly got in and we raced to the hospital.
I quickly found a nurse and asked her for information on Alice. They wouldn't tell me anything. I began shouting and cursing at her. Mateo tried to calm me down but I couldn't.
"WHERE IS SHE?" I shouted.
"Her mother is waiting down the hall," the nurse told me. I ran down the hall and saw her mother sobbing in her hands. I walked over to where she was sitting.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" I asked harshly.
"It's all my fault, I killed my baby. I killed my little Alice,"
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