For Angelo(36)
He said evenly, “According to Jaike, I didn’t love her enough.”
“But you respected her,” she snapped, “and that’s a lot more than I can say with how you’ve treated Lane—” She stopped speaking, aghast to find herself inexplicably close to tears. But goddammit, even now she could remember the way Lane kept telling her she wasn’t sleepy, she wasn’t crying, she wasn’t—
“I don’t care if you fire me after this, but you’re an ASSHOLE, Angelo Valencia.” Hearing herself choke out words like a horribly girly girl was gross, but she was determined to finish what she had to say. “You respected and cared for your ex despite knowing she loved someone else. Lane only has eyes for you and you LIED to her.” Feeling like she was about to explode again, Julieta stomped on his foot hard once more. “Lane doesn’t deserve your shit, and I hope she makes you pay.”
Angelo watched Julieta leave, listening to her continue to curse him while descending the stairs.
Lane only has eyes for you and you lied to her.
He slowly opened the door, and he flinched when he saw the sunlight streaming from her windows, the golden rays a mockingly beautiful taunt of how long he had made Lane wait for him.
Closing the door behind him, he took another step forward and almost tripped over…
His eyes widened.
Lane.
She was curled up and asleep on the floor, her hair spread out on the carpet like chocolate silk.
Lane only has eyes for you and you lied to her.
But looking at Lane now, he knew the truth was much worse.
She had fallen asleep believing he would still come.
Lane stirred as he lifted her up in his arms, and by the time he gently laid her down on her bed, she was rubbing her eyes groggily.
“Angelo?”
He tucked her in before joining Lane under the covers, aware all the while of the way she was gaping at him. Turning to face her, he murmured, “I’m here to tell you a bedtime story.”
He waited for her to tell him off, to accuse him of standing her up and breaking his promise. He waited for her to treat him the way he deserved to be treated—
But she did none of those.
Instead, Lane smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”
Fuck.
She turned to her side, facing him, and she whispered, “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Slowly, he took hold of her hand. “Then here we go.”
Angelo took a deep breath. Several possible scenarios entered his head. He thought about telling her how he first felt when he saw her, or about the time he had the urge to kill the convenience store boy just for being in her life before him.
But when he finally spoke, it was about none of those things.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy who looked up to his uncle. Because he had no father figure in his life, this uncle was the one who taught him everything in life about being a man. But everyone in the family knew that this uncle was not completely right, that there were days when he was too dark. The boy knew this, but despite it, he loved his uncle, and his uncle loved him right back. When his uncle died, the boy was devastated, and the pain became even more unbearable when he learned the truth about his uncle.”
Angelo drew his breath roughly.
“The boy’s uncle turned out to be a monster in disguise, preying on women he knew he could control, and his depraved pleasures eventually caused a young girl to lose her mother and her innocence. She had seen what the boy’s uncle did to her mother, and it had changed her completely.”
“The girl’s name is Jaike, and she’s the other girl in my life who—”
Suddenly, there didn’t seem to be any words that could describe the woman who had redefined the meaning of pain and loss for him.
When he looked at Lane, she asked seriously, “She’s the other girl in your life who also drinks milkshakes?”
Ah.
The words made him want to smile, but the words also made him feel like they were both bleeding.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Lane whispered. “It’s her, right?”
He nodded.
“Did you – the boy – go to her to say sorry?”
“Not right away.” A crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes touched Angelo’s lips. “At first, the boy only thought about her as a blood debt he needed to pay, so he made sure she was taken care of, financially. But then one day, he took the chance to meet her, without telling her who he really was, and that changed things.”
Lane knew that she should let it go at that. But she couldn’t, and she said a little coolly, “You mean, the boy fell in love with her.”
“If it comforts your masochistic heart,” he returned evenly, “she believes until this day the boy never truly loved her.”
Oh. “Didn’t he?”
“He thought he had then, but there were things the girl said that also made more sense. The entire time they were together, he had never shown her the truth about him. The truth you, my Lane, know—”
Her face glowed at his words, and he grinned. “Someone looks smug.”
Oops. “Umm, continue with the story please.”
“There’s not much left to tell. The girl left him for her first love – her only love, actually, - and the girl and the other boy lived happily ever after.”