Judas kiss

Chapter 69- Leave Lyle alone.

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 NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

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.

He felt bad.

"Don't apologize to me, you owe mama an apology before she leaves us like papa. You need to come

home, this is your home Mila. We will take good care of you, the shop has been doing well and you can

help out at the counter and find a good man to marry. Instead of cleaning up after white people and

eating their fallen crumbs."

Mila wanted to laugh, cynically.

He wanted her to be a cashier in their little shop in their old fashioned town. Was he even listening to

himself? That wasn't a life. Mila was woman enough to admit that, she loved Alfredo but part of the life

he offered her made her happy as well.

"Where is?Gordito?"?She decided to change the subject by asking where her brother Gonzalo was.

That was his nickname because when they were young, he had been very chubby. Even after losing

weight in his teens they still called him that.

"He went fishing.. he will be so happy to hear that you're coming home." Santa replied. Their town had

been known as a place where they grab fish by their hands. It was their town slogan. It was known for

having great fisherman.

"I'm not coming home." She said sternly. She wasn't coming home so she could fish and sit by the

counter of their little supermarket.

"You will come home, Mila. You have caused enough drama as it is. If I were you, I would be booking a

bus ticket back to Mexico. Seeing as you make beds.. you can't possibly afford a plane ticket."

This really angered Mila, What did they take her for??She was proud of her job, she made enough

money to save up to travel to Hawaii.. this one time. She hated the fact that they belittled her. Well

Santiago.. she didn't know about the rest of the family.

"I can afford a plane ticket for your own information but I'm still not coming back." She said.

"Oh Calaca. Even your Spanish is now diluted. Why are you doing this to yourself? You should be with

your family and that's all that matters."

She rolled her eyes.

"I was clearly wrong for calling. Greet mama and tell her I will call her when I can." She didn't wait for

his response before hanging up. Santiago would have called her back out of anger but he simply didn't

have that type of money to waste on calling the US. It was quite expensive.

Mila decided it was time she called her friend for lunch.

-

Gerald came to the Levetté household reeking alcohol in the early hours of five pm. Security had

reluctantly let him in. Andre wasn't home but Della was. Helping the boys with their homework.

"I'M HERE TO TAKE MY SON!!" He demanded his posture very unsteady attempting to fall. Lyle

clinged behind Della. He was afraid but Leo on the other hand had never seen a drunk man before and

assumed he was going to protect his mother and Lyle.

"Please please please don't let him take me." Lyle held Della's blouse tightly.

"Lyle come here my boyyyy, we're going home. You have over-longed your stay—" Gerald chuckled.

"Stay away from my mom before I come over there and make you regret the day you were born, Mister.

Thats why I have a black belt." Leo said confidently. Della mentally rolled her eyes. This is why Andre

shouldn't watch action movies with him. He had probably said a line from one of the movies that he

watches with his dad because he had never in his years of living taken karate lessons.

"Gerald, Lyle isn't ready to come home yet." Della finally said.

"I didn't ask, Lyle go pack your things. I'm giving you thirty-seconds..."

"Leave Lyle alone.." Leo said almost as aggressively. Della appreciated her son being dramatic but this

really wasn't the time.

"Leo—" Della hissed.

Fortunately, Security had heard the ruckus on the security footage and immediately came to escort

Gerald out even though he was adamant on staying. Kicking all over the place. Della finally let out a

sigh of relief when he was finally out of the compound. Lyle, seemed scared stiff even after his father

had left. Della found her son being cute telling Lyle that he would be okay and that no one would ever

come hurt him as long as he was there.

Leo would make a great older brother.

When she was about to call Andre to let him know what had happened. She saw a text from Mila

asking for her confirmation for a lunch date tomorrow. She immediately said yes, with so much going

on she had forgotten about Mila. Andre had always been her best friend so when Mila filled the spot the

void wasn't there and now that Andre was playing a present role in her life.. she confided in him and it

seemed Mila's void had been filled. She didn't trust Andre but he was a good listener and a good

shoulder to cry on, he was adamantly playing Mila's part ever since she had decided to leave.

Nevertheless she wanted to be in Mila's life regardless.