Judas kiss novel Chapter 69

Whenever you leave home, for a better life in a foreign country. You're never entirely alone, most of the time it may feel that way but you will always find a few people that you grew up with or people that you're acquainted to from your past. Mila had her uncle and aunt who lived in Florida whom she had ran away from. She also had someone that she casually saw from time to time.

Roxana Moreno was one of the people that Mila recalled playing with in middle school. They weren't the best of friends but they knew each other. She had her set of friends and Mila also had her set of friends. Their village was so small everyone knew everyone.?Mismaloya a village?located on the coast of?Bahia de Banderas?in the Mexican state of?Jalisco;?Mila's home.

She always dreamed how it would be when she went back. Would she ever go back? Would things still be the same? She doubted it ever since she had met Roxana two years ago, on the busy New York side walk. Mila had not recognized her but Roxana saw her and immediately stopped to greet her. Mila was confused, but after Roxana had countlessly said her name and the school they went to together. Mila suddenly remembered.

One thing that hurt the most was when Roxana said.

"I'm really sorry about your father, he was such an honorable man. My mom told me that she attended his funeral."

Mila was frozen—

Stagnant in her spot, some rude people pushed her cursing some incoherent words and that she shouldn't stand in the middle of the road. Roxana suggested they go into the bakery in front of them to get coffee. Mila was still utterly shocked.

"I'm sorry, you had to hear it from me, I just thought.." Roxana apologized.

Mila blamed herself for leaving abruptly, for not telling them that she was doing okay? She did but she didn't call enough and never ever visited enough. It was all that mafia's fault. She wished they never existed, she wished he had never touched her. Why did they chose her of all the people? They ruined her life. This was all their fault, she never ever wanted to go back now more than ever. She decided it was best if she stayed in place and continued with the life that she was leading. It was even more depressing when Roxana told her that she had worked really hard and gotten a scholarship to study in the US. Jealous, Mila tried not to show it. Roxana seemed to have done well for herself. She told Mila that her only wish was to get out of that cursed village with its high crime rate and being ruled by the Molinero family wasn't something that she wanted her future children to witness.

Everyone knew that Mila had been Alfredo Molinero's virgin sacrifice. It had been gossip for a long time whenever they saw her, they felt nothing but pity for her. Roxana did as well but she didn't want to say it or show it. They were older now but she still didn't want to make her feel that way. Roxana pitied her even more when Mila had said she works in a hotel as a receptionist, she lied.

Roxana was married to an American. Mila wasn't surprised. Roxana really didn't want to go back to Mismaloya. She had mentioned that she had two adorable mixed race boys. She couldn't wait to show her the picture of her husband, a tall dark chocolate handsome man. She was doing well for herself as an accountant in a big company around the skyscrapers of New York.

Envy—

Mila didn't want to be that person.

Presently, reminiscing. Mila held the not knowing what she would say. She just wanted to talk to her brothers and her mother maybe.. they would like Alfredo and maybe forgive him. Her brothers had always been so aggressive, she didn't think that would happen but it didn't hurt to try...

After three rings, someone answered the phone.

"Hello—" a stern voice greeted. Mila couldn't hold back the tears.

"Santa..." Mila said letting out a muffled cry. Santiago knew only his little sister called him that. His heart had stopped beating for a moment, this had to have been the biggest surprise.

"...Calaca.."?He replied a bit in unsure. Mila was overwhelmed with joy. This was the nickname her brothers had given to her ever since she was little and eventually even her dad and her uncle even her extended family members called her that. Growing up she had been extremely skinny.. reason being where the nickname came from.

"Si.."?She replied laughing at the end. She was overlooking a beautiful view from Alfredo's hotel room. She felt relieved being on the balcony, as a cold freeze passed by. Alfredo had not wanted her anywhere near the balcony, he was just extra extra careful with her. He worried a lot.

"Ooh Calaca, we have been so worried about you. You want to give mama a heart heart. She has been so sad with papa dying and you running away—"

She immediately decided to defend herself.

"I didn't run away, Santa."

"That's not what?tio, told us. You ran away and that was very selfish. You even quit college so you can clean after white people. Papa was disappointed."

Mila cried silently, she shouldn't have called.

"They took you in Calaca even after that devil had cursed you. They took you in and the least you could have done was clean and help out around the house.." Santiago was also overwhelmed, he didn't know whether he wanted to shout at his sister or give her a warm welcome. Mila knew that wasn't the truth, her uncle and aunt made her clean like a slave and she didn't like the way her uncle touched her under the dining table when everyone else was praying. Hearing him bring up the devil topic made her self conscious to her visible belly bump, they would never accept this. After so many years, she thought they would atleast be lenient since they were accepting money from the Molinero's compensation for Mila supposedly committing suicide.

"I'm sorry, Santa." She said lowly.