I woke up alone. It was 5am. I rolled over and Maximo was not there. I got up and pulled on my robe. That’s when I heard it, moaning. I followed the moans. They led to Maximo’s old room. I quickly ran back to my room, grabbing my pistol out of my clutch. I walked back to Maximo’s room and opened the door.
I saw Maximo under a woman. That’s when I noticed it was Anna, who I had met earlier in the night. He tried to get her off, but it was too late, I had pointed my gun at her and shot her in the head. Maximo laid there, covered in blood.
“What the fuck, Fallon! Why the fuck would you do that?” He was pissed. He was fucking somebody else and he was mad?
I walked back to the room and started to pack a bag, James came running in the room, he hadn’t even dressed, he was just in his boxers. I was in tears. “Pack a bag, get Miles and Claire. We leave in 10 minutes.” He ran out of the room, I heard him knocking on doors and yelling. I had my bag packed and was waiting by the door when Miles, James, and Claire came running out of their rooms.
“Fallon!” Maximo yelled walking out of his old room, naked and covered in blood. He started to run towards us but Julio stepped in his way and blocked him. “Julio, get the fuck out of my way! Don’t let her leave!” He was hysterical.
Julio said, “Why the fuck would you do that, Maximo? You just got married. You couldn’t hold it together for a week? Let her go blow off some steam.” Maximo kept yelling after me. I ran out the door and we jumped in the SUV.
I cried quietly as we drove towards the airstrip. We boarded the plane, and the pilot, Dan, gave me a hug, since I was crying. “I’m sorry for your pain, Mrs. Hernandez.” Him calling me that made me sick to my stomach, but Dan was a nice guy. I had paid for his mother’s hospital treatment and ever since he has treated me like family. “Where to?”
“Take me home.” Dan nodded and closed the hatch. We shortly took off as Maximo’s SUV pulled up. I saw him get out of the back with his hands on his head. I watched as Julio pushed him back into the car. He called me over and over. I ignored him and turned my phone off.
I was an emotional wreck. I felt betrayed. He couldn’t even wait a week to cheat on me with some whore that I brought into our home. I had sent her home, so I don’t know how she was there in the first place.
We touched down in St. Louis and one of my parents’ cars were waiting for me. We loaded up and took off for my parents’ house. James silenced his phone as Maximo had been calling him repeatedly as well. He finally sent James a text asking where we had gone that he needed to talk to me but James ignored him, blocking is number.
When we arrived, my old nanny, Nalla was waiting for me. She pulled me into a big hug. Nalla no longer worked for my family, she had opened a bakery downtown where she flourished. She was successful and about to open another bakery in Chicago. I missed Nalla, she basically raised me, my parents weren’t around much.
“Let’s get you some food, my little angel.” Nalla smiled, wiping away one of my tears. The housekeeper Mary opened the door letting us all in.
“Leaves the bags by the door and I will get them to your rooms.” She gave everyone a soft smile.
“Come, come, my little angel.” Nalla pulled me into the kitchen. “Okay, baby, tell me everything.” I spilled my guts to her. I told her every last detail. She held me between stirring the homemade macaroni and cheese. She always made macaroni when I was upset. She may have been Cuban, but she made great American food. I just loved her.
We ate and talked, then started to drink. She brought Coronas with fresh limes and whiskey sours. “Now, my little angel, go get cleaned up and get some rest. I will see you in the morning for breakfast.” She gave me a small smile before kissing my forehead and leaving.
I walked to my old bedroom. James had already made himself at home in my old bed. We basically shared a room towards the later part of my living here. “Shower?” I asked him, of course he couldn’t turn it down. We got in the shower, and he washed my body for me. He wiped away my tears.
“Don’t cry, Fallon, please, it kills me.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I just feel so betrayed. It was just a business arrangement; I don’t know why I am actually hurt.” He kissed my cheeks and kept washing me. He helped me dry off and put me to bed. I always slept naked so he pulled the sheets up over my naked body and climbed into bed next to me. He wore boxers. He pulled me in for a hug and I fell asleep in his arms. I missed him so much it hurt. He would never have hurt me like that. I was his world, he made me see that everyday we were together.
We soon fell asleep.