Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

21 | Real

I groan, feeling a pounding headache as I open my eyes. The brightness slamming directly into my eyes, I continue blink as I adjust my eyes. “Arabella? Hey, are you okay?” I see Rodrigues sat beside me; I smile nodding my head.

“I had the weirdest dream, I saw Ace.” I chuckle out.

“That wasn’t a dream Arabella.” My eyes lock with his, he pushes a strand of my hair out of the way. “He’s waiting in the living room.”

“What? Where are the kids?”

“Abuela took them in…do you want to see him?” He is alive. The man I cried over for five years, the man who still had my hear is alive and in the room only a few feet away. Fear creeps up my arms, I thought he was dead. He is supposed to be dead! No matter how many times I wished for him not to be, I never thought of the day where I would had to face him.

I slide of the bed, “can I have a minute please?”

“Yeah, of course, if you need anything just give me a call.” He kisses my cheeks before leaving the room, I blush slightly unknown of the feeling in my heart. I look in the mirror, okay, the man you love has come back from the dead and you look like this.

Not a great start.

I push open my cupboard before taking out a floral white dress, off shoulder with a split. I slipped on a pair of sandals before releasing my hair from the tie. I brush my brush through it, allowing the curls to sink out then back in. I add in my necklace.

Then, I stood by the door, the door that on the other side revealed him. Him. I push down the handle and exit, walking down the hallway when I see his body. He is staring at the photo frames of me, Charlie, Rose and Rodrigues.

I blink, to make sure this isn’t a dream. So, as he looked down at me I stared back up. I gulp down my saliva, then I touch his arm and gosh it felt so real. “You’re real?” I whisper, sucking up my tears.

“I guess I am…” I graze his beard, but his eyes stare down at my chest where he saw his wedding ring lay.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I know.”

“You died.”

“I did.” I turn my head to Rodrigues; he nods his head as tears fall down my eyes.

“Did you know, did you know we were here?” I respond, demanding answers.

“I did,”

“Did you know about Charlie…?” This, this is the answer that if he responded the way he did, I knew I could never talk to this man again. I struggled, once again without a father to my child. No matter how many times I promised myself to do it right. But I guess I did, because Rodrigues was here every step of the way.

“I did.” No.

“Get out.”

“Arabella..”

“How long have you known?” He tenses, looking at Rodrigues before me.

“Four years.”

“You knew, you knew how much it meant to me for Charlie to have a father, and what did you do? You found out but you didn’t even come. Five years! I cried for you for five years…blaming myself! Over and over again, get out and don’t come back.”

“Bella..” He whispers. He comes closer towards us, but my heart screamed for him to stop.

“Stop! Stay where you are…” Ace raised his hands in surrender almost immediately. I breathe in, locking eyes with Rodrigues. He nods his head softly, to where I see him. Ace. Alive. Standing.

“Arabella…” That raspy voice is the base of my happy memories, for it feels so solid and real. His raspy voice had a deep timbre, the kind that anchors your soul a single moment in time. “I had my reasons.”

“Reasons? Please enlighten me to what they were-” The door is pushed open, and without a second to react, Charlie met her father.

“Uncle R!” She rushes up to Rodrigues arms and chuckle with laughter as he kisses her neck to tickle her. “Mummy! I got a gold start from Abuela!” Rodrigues releases her as she pushes past Ace to get to me, I crouch down, pushing her black locks behind her ears as she engulfs me into her tight little hugs. I kiss her cheeks.

“That’s amazing, what did you get it for?”

“I can read without stuttering, look let me show you.” She runs down the hallways laughing, I stand up, seeing Ace examining his daughter. She comes back, pulling onto my dress to give her attention.

I crouch back down and she shakes her head, pulling my hand next to Rodrigues as she sits in-between us. “Okay, twinkle-twinkle-little-star…how I wo-wo-w-wonder...wait I can do it!” She whispers the words, and my eyes raise to see Ace still standing.

“Mummy who is that?” She asks, looking at Ace. “You have the same hair as me! And eyes!” She screams out, she jumps of the couch and before I chase after her. Rodrigues holds onto my arms. I look down at him and he closes his eyes.

I see Ace crouched down. I yank my arm and stride towards them before they have their little get-together. “Leave. You had four years. Get out.” Ace looks down at Charlie before turning around. He opened his mouth to say something and maybe those words would’ve fixed this entire problem but instead, he closed it and made his way out.

I see Abuela by the door, I wipe my tears, “can you pick up Rose please?” I ask Rodrigues, he stands up nodding his head. “Charlie, go get changed and ready for dinner.” Charlie nods her head, picking up her book from the sofa as she made her way to the bedroom.

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I throw the dishes inside the sink, leaving to clean it tomorrow. Rodrigues leans against the counter, I stare up at him. “Four years. He knew about her for four years…” I whisper, still in shock.

“Arabella, he deserves a chance to be heard.” Rodrigues suggests.

“A chance? He had chances; he never took them. Did you know he was alive?” I ask, directing my contact to him. He raises his hands and automatically surrenders.

“No, nope, no, no. I found out the moment you did, I knew that bastard was un-killable.” He whispers as if talking to himself, I chuckle at his stupidity before pushing his shoulders slightly. Then, I rest my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist for a much-needed hug.

His arms slither around my waist, “it all seems so fake…is there nothing I can believe in?” I whisper, glancing up at him. He breathes in, removing the fallen tear.

“It all depends on you.” I know I shouldn’t have, and maybe it was wine at dinner but I just needed to let go, I needed to forget. So, I did something I shouldn’t have done. I push my lips against his, he stood still for a second before continuing to kiss me back. I sigh, mostly in relief. He pushes me against the counter, lifting my by my thighs as I sit on top of it.

My finger brush through his hair as moan softly into his mouth, feeling his tongue find my own. I unbutton his shirt, which only had three. “Arabella…are you sure?” He asks me, I nod my head. He took my answer, lifting me up from the counter. My legs wrap around his waist as we enter my bedroom.

Did I regret it? No, I didn’t. He removed my clothes as I did to him, his body was no where like Aces, a bit smaller but I didn’t care. I haven’t had s*x in five years, and this, this felt good. Releasing all this built up tension. 

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i FEEL THE EYES! I FEEL YOUR EYES!

KILL ME LATER LOL