𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

Is it over?

I arrived, I haven't slept at all. Eleven hours of flight. It's eleven at night here, and I left Los Angeles at five in the morning, which would be ten in the morning here. I was talking to Lux until I got on the plane. She called me as soon as she read me.

I explained everything to her word by word, and she listened to me without interrupting me until the end, finally giving me her opinion.

Obviously she was a little angry with me, but after a long talk she ended up helping me by telling me where to go. Pedro lives in a house far from the city.

I have checked all the possible sites and I have not seen any news about me, luckily Pedro has not seen anything, and I prefer it, I want to tell him in person.

I'm in the taxi, I'm fifteen minutes into the journey and I don't have much left. My heart doesn't stop beating at an unusual speed.

I don't care if he gets angry, or if he doesn't get angry. I just want him to listen to me, I will stay there with him as long as it takes.

He worries me that he won't receive any messages or calls, I hope everything goes well for him, as much as possible.

"Miss, we're here.". The driver tells me and helps me unload my suitcase.

I look at the house standing in the middle of the road while I hear the car driving away. I see a light on, but all the curtains are closed leaving zero visibility inside the house.

I grab my suitcase and walk towards the entrance. I ring the bell and wait a few seconds, but no one opens. I insist several times, even knocking on the door afterwards.

I hear a knock from inside, as if a piece of furniture had been moved, and shortly after, the door is expensively opened.

Pedro, all disheveled, shirtless and with a horrible smell of alcohol, looks at me seriously, without reaction. He has one hand on the door, and the other in a furniture he has at the entranxe, trying not to fall.

"What are you doing here?". He asks, trying to say all the letters.

"I need to talk with you".

"We have nothing to talk about". He turns around without closing the door, and walks unsteadily. "I have everything very clear".

I enter, leaving the suitcase aside and close the door. I walk behind him to the living room, he sits on the couch and I watch him gulp down a glass from the table. There is an empty bottle of tequila and another of rum, and a second bottle of rum almost empty next to it.

"Why are you drinking?".

He looks at me with a tired look, he can barely open his eyes. "Do you care? Do you care about me at all?".

"Well, of course I care about you, Pedro, I need you and I want you to be well".

He laughs, letting his body fall, resting his back on the couch. "And that's why you kiss your coworker, right? You've wasted your time coming here".

I approach him as he pours himself another glass of rum. "Do you know?". He nods, smiling, looking at the ground. "Pedro, he suddenly kissed me, and I pushed him right away.

He slams the table which makes me scared. "You kissed him back, I saw it in the video".

"No, wait, what video?".

"I would show you but I broke the phone".

"I don't care Pedro, I rejected him, and I will stop working there if necessary, anything for you".

He stands up with a glass in his hand and walks towards me, making me back away from him. "I told you, I warned you, and you didn't listen to me". He points out. "I didn't trust him, and I was right, in the end he took advantage of you, and you didn't care, you didn't do anything".

"I was wrong, and that's why I came here".

My hip collides with the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room. He drinks the rest of the drink and puts the glass down next to me. He's millimeters away from me, and he reeks of alcohol.

He moves his gaze to my lips. "I told you, you're wasting your time, and now you've lost me".

"You're drunk and you don't know what you're saying".

"Precisely for that reason you should believe me, if I weren't drunk I wouldn't have the courage to tell you what I'm telling you right now". I take a breath. "I don't want to see you when I wake up tomorrow, if I even wake up".

Tears fall down my cheeks "Give me time, but let's not break this".

"You decided to continue working with him despite the threats he told me, and under your responsibility it ended happening". He looks away.

I put my hands on his chest but I only get him to separate. "For me it's not just a kiss". He turns around. "Get out of here".