Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
unwitting
Chapter 18 – Reconcile the violence in your heart
Shane saw the rear lights of her Jeep disappear around the corner and sighed, her hands of her hips. Mercedes Morales was right by her side, pressing her palm on her mouth. She was murmuring something in Spanish, something that Shane really couldn’t understand. But she understood the tone into Mercedes’ voice, she understood the worry, she understood the guilt, hinted with regret… and the pale memory of a remorse.
She turned towards her and brushed her back, just slightly. “Mrs. Morales, why don’t you just go back inside? There’s no need to tell anyone about what happened. I am gonna take care of it, I promise”.
Shane had no idea how and when she had suddenly grown so courageous. What she did know for sure, though, was that she had no intention to let Carmen slip away from her fingers. Not anymore. Especially not because Mercedes had tried to protect her daughter in the only way she knew. Shane wasn’t going to question Mercedes’ motivations, and even though she didn’t like the idea of talking behind Carmen’s back, she could easily understand why Carmen’s mother had wanted to speak to her, privately. Mother instinct was the strongest one Mercedes could follow, and Shane respected that, tremendously.
Mercedes watched Shane with pained eyes. “Chane, I am very worried. And I am sorry she had to hear that, I am sorry she thought we were conspiring at her expense. I know Carmen really doesn’t want to talk about Meg anymore. And now she probably feels betrayed by her mother… and by her girlfriend”.
Shane’s heart trembled.
“No, no”, she tried hard to muster up a smile, to reassure Mercedes, to reassure herself, “She’s just angered now. But she’s going to be just fine. You know very well how hot tempered Carmen… I will go home and try to calm her down”.
“Alright. Let me call Ramon, he will give you a lift”, Mercedes motioned towards the front door.
“No!”, Shane held out her hands, “No, there’s no need to bother your son or to ruin the dinner, Mrs. Morales. I will call a cab, no worries”.
Mercedes looked torn, pondering over Shane’s words. Finally she nodded her head, reluctantly. “You are right… It’s better if we say that you and Carmen went back home because she wasn’t feeling well”.
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.


(13 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
welcome back Veba!!!!missed your Sharmen’s stories girl!!! it was great again!!! buona pasqua!!!