Save The Smart Angel

11

(Melissa's POV)

"Dad?' I whispered as the man stepped toward me.

"Melissa Rodriguez?" he asked in a rough deep voice, but the accent was unmistakable, my grandmother had told me how he had been deported and had tried to come back into the US, but had died in the Rio Grande. She had told me about him and how the only reason Mom ever looked his way was because he was coming to the US, and she made sure he couldn't leave her, she got pregnant with me, but I was the blessing in the curse of a marriage they had, Mom had cheated on him so much all with rich men, but sense she never became nothing more then a mistress to these men, she'd always come back. Rumor had it she had gone with Mr. Blackner and that's why he called me a slut.

I looked at the man tears falling from my eyes, not daring to believe it was him, but he knew I knew.

"Papa?" I asked as I walked toward him, he too was crying as he came to me and hugged me tightly and I hugged him back.

"Mi nina." He whispered in my hair as he hugged me tightly. After a while of hugging, and me crying. He actually invited me to lunch, I recommended mine and Tyson's favorite diner. His english wasn't too great, so I spoke spanish to him.

"Mom, told us you had died, what really happened?"

"Of course she did, I was swept off by the currant thanks to the boarder patrol I was returned to Mexico."

He showed me a giant scratch on his forearm.

"So what took you so long?"

"When I came too an investigator found me and said that the Mr. Rogers had sent him, I had to wait the ten years to try and fix anything, then even with all the money and time these people were putting I returned when you were eighteen, when I arrived I heard that you had moved here, I have been working to find you and get a hold you, but nobody could tell me anything, and then I heard grandma passed."

"Yeah, she had a stoke."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, said my good-byes."

"She always told me about you and how you worked hard to give us what we needed, and never gave up on giving us a future."

He looked at me and seemed touched by me proudly knowing this, and it was true I wanted to be like him, working hard for what I had, it was thanks to people on the way, that I was blessed to get this far, but I kept pushing forward.

He took my hand and gripped it hard, but in a good way.

"You're Abuela did a amazing job with you mija, I can't be prouder of who you have become, and I want to be a part of your life if you permit me to, I will try not to be an over protective Father, but I have fought so hard to find you..."

"It's okay papa, you're welcome to my home."

He got up and so did I and I he gave me a big hug again and we paid for our meal and headed back to my apartment.

(Owen's POV)

Starting from nothing wasn't easy but it was doable, lucky for me I had friends I guess you could call them and they definitely liked my work better then any other worker my Father's office did, but I had to move the office I couldn't pay for the building and pay the bit of employees I had. So I was looking into smaller but good offices. To my surprise I looked up and found Melissa and a man, eating at a diner close by, he looked older, way older like father type of age. They were smiling and laughing, my insides really twisted and turned at seeing her smile and laugh with an other man.

Quickly I headed in the direction where the office space was and I couldn't help actually like it, I looked it over and the price was steep, but not bad for a space like this. I looked around in the area and found that it wasn't far from good places to eat and a park to walk to and it was a lone building we didn't need to worry about neighbors  and the parking was fine and fenced in. The hood wasn't bad or the best, but we could work with this, I signed some paper work and put the first p*****t down, I had the movers bring in the office desks and chairs, and a few more things we were going to use.

As I walked back to my car I found that Melissa and the man had left, maybe she might live in the area, if so...I sighed, like she said she has waited around enough for me. I got in the car and headed home.

THe next few days were the most frustrating in my life, nothing was going right, some of our equipment, needed to be rebooted and I lost important files and was hearing from my "friends"  how my father was saying s**t about me and my work, for some they didn't believe but those that did left me and took their money back to his office. Add on the fact that Roxanne kept calling and coming to my condo to talk to me to convince me, to take her back, and that it would be smart if I made up with my father.

After the third time I'd had enough, I told her to leave me alone and I changed my number. That weekend I walked into a bar and just drank until I was nice and numb. Then I ran into someone I would've never thought.

"Ty and James, how you two this...ev-evening?'

"Mr.Blackner, sir..."

"Nah, call me Owen, I hate being called Mr. Blackner."

"Um..Owen how long have you been here?" asked Tyson honestly looking concerned.

"I think...about an hour."

"He's been here for three hours, and he's done!" said the bartender.

"Nonsense, I know how much I can handle!"

"Which isn't very much, if you're this wasted already."

" I'm fine, I just need to head home and sleep it off..."

I was on the ground, true I don't drink much, and this was the first time in a long time that I've drunk the hard stuff. But I needed ot to numb my stress.

"Okay, he can't head home like this, and as much as I want to help, I don't."

"Ty, I can't let my boss sleep this off on the floor, and honestly how would he get off the taxi or Uber."

"I have an idea, she might not be happy but she's closer and she definitely owes me, come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked as the guys picked me off the ground.

"You can thank me later, Blackner!"

The guys took me in their car and we headed somewhere, in less then five minutes we were there. They dragged me out and I heard knocking, and a door opened.

"Tyson, what...what's he doing here?!"

"Melissa?" I whispered and looked up and yes it was her, I felt a little embarrassed to have her see me like this.

"Girl, you owe me and we couldn't leave him like this, his poor mother would have a heart attack!"

She groaned but I guess she agreed because soon the guys were dragging me in. Everything was a blur, but then I felt the softness of a sofa.

"After this we're even."

"Until next time, anyway you two play nice...or dirty whatever you're into, and good night!"

"Get out!" she shouted in mock anger and closed the door. I could barely make out her figure, but she already was in a tank top and shorts. She walked closer and looked at me.

"Rough time?"

I nodded and stopped the movement was making me dizzy. Then she sat down across from me. I looked around thinking she wouldn't be alone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm...are we alone?"

"Yes, why?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

"Alejandro?"

My jealousy and anger came up, and I glared at her.

"So you are with him?"

"No, but that's the last guy you saw me with right?"

"No, the older guy you were eating with...he's old enough to be your father!"

She smiled and got up from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen, I'm guessing she came back with a glass of water.

"Are you stalking me, Mr. Blackner?"

"NO..and don't call me that.."

"Well, if he looks like he's old enough to be my father, maybe it's because he is my father."

I choked on some water and sat up better, Melissa's father was back.

"Wait wasn't he in Mexico?"

"Yes, and he came back, and just found me again."

I felt my jealousy ebb away and now i felt stupid, I had no right to be jealous and demanding to know who she was going out with.

"Melissa, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Everything, I have been dancing around screaming at you to love me and I've done nothing to deserve it, I've put you in second place and even if you were going out with someone, it's none of my business, but thanks for letting me come in."

"You know, I had always loved you, but you're right you hadn't done anything to give me reason to love you, until recently."

I looked at her, wondering if she was serious.

"I have nothing, Melissa, I have nothing to offer you now!"

"Well, if you still feel the same as before, then you do..your heart, Owen, I've only ever wanted your heart, not your money, and you might not have anything, but I would help you if you let me."

I suddenly sat up and looked into her eyes, she was being serious, all I ever wanted was her next to me.I nodded and suddenly felt this very strong desire to kiss her. Which she did...from there I don't remember if anything else happened, I was out cold.

(Melissa's POV)

Owen was fast asleep I did put something in the water to get him to sleep, and I took his shirt and shoes off leaving only his pants on, and let him sleep in my bed as I slept on the sofa.

I laid there as I thought about I had said to him, could we really make this work out, or would there be more then this in the way?

I woke up the next morning to make breakfast and a little cure for his hang over, but he didn't wake up. It was the weekend but it didn't seem normal he sleeping so long and if what I gave him mixed badly with the alcohol. I quickly jumped on the bed and started to check him but right as I put my hand on his neck he grabbed me and twisted my arm behind me and pinned me to the bed, him on top and behind me.

"Owen!"

"Melissa, I'm sorry...where the hell am I?"

He let me go and I got on my elbows for support, and looked back at him.

"In my apartment, and in my bed."

"How...what time is it?"

"Tyson and James found you and brought you here to me, I took your shirt and your shoes off so you can sleep better and it's a little after ten."

He laid back on the bed, holding his head.

"I was getting flash backs for a second."

"Hmm, I guess it was that bad the first time."

"No...I mean, I've been more careful sense then, and to have it happen to me again..."

"Like i said it must've that bad the first time, if this is the reaction I'm getting this time, even when nothing happened, do you even remember what we talked about last night?"

"A little, and I guess if you let me, I'm willing to give it a chance this time."