CARMEN“No,” I heard my mother whisper into the air as her legs took her backwards and her body limply fell into the couch at the sight of my father.“You seem extremely surprised,” I commented, looking over at my father, who was now walking towards her.“Don’t come any closer!” she immediately warned, putting her hands forward to signal for him to stop where he was, which he did. “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing? How much did she pay you to do something this horrible?”“What are you talking about?” I couldn’t help but laugh as I asked the question. “You really believe that I paid some random man off the street who looks like my father to come to you and act like him?”“I want you to cut the crap right now, Carmen,” she said, now regaining the strength to stand up as she looked at Dad with a sneer in her eyes.“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed to herself. “Just because the divorce is some days away, you’re trying to scare me with this?”I looked at Dad, and he looked back
CARMENHe knew. He knew what my mother had done to his father, and he knew that I had knowledge about it the whole time but had been hiding it from him.“Dave, I know you’re disappointed. I didn’t want you to freak out over it—”“Freak out?” I heard him scoff. “What did you think would make me freak out, Carmen? The fact that your mother has been trying to kill my father or the fact that the one person in that house that I trusted enough to tell me things did not see this as something to tell me.”“That’s not what’s happening at all,” I denied with a shake of my head. “Of course I wanted you to know about it. I wanted you to know everything, but there was already so much going on. You were overly stressed, and telling you about it would bring nothing but more stress—”“And now? Does finding out about it now and in this manner make it any better?” he questioned, and I was filled with the sudden urge to ask him how he had found out about it.“If you knew that I was going to find out abo
CÀRMEN“What…what are you doing here?” I asked, looking around to see if I could find out if someone else came with him – perhaps Kate or his father.“I wanted to talk to you about everything,” he said.“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re divorced,” I replied, wanting to turn around when he grabbed me by the wrist.“What are you doing?” Dad asked, finally bringing Jasper’s attention towards himself.“Who are…” Jasper trailed off as recognition grew in his eyes, and he took steps back as be looked between me and my father.“You’re… You’re her father,” he noted. “They said you were dead.”“If she doesn’t want to talk to you, don’t you think you should take a hint and leave her alone?” Dad asked him, ignoring his shock and refusing to give him any explanation.“I just wanted to have a short and important talk with her about something, that’s all,” Jasper defended.“Excuse us,” I told Dad, a little curious to know what Jasper wanted to say even after we had legally gone our separate way
CARMENHis seductive stare made my skin crawl. I could feel his flirting eyes stuck on me from across the bar, molesting and undressing me with his gaze.My heart flipped as I looked over the bar to see the strange, middle-aged man staring at me. He had a smug smirk sitting on his face, never taking his eyes off me, even when he drew his cup to his lips to take a sip of whiskey.“I hate night shifts,” I mumbled to myself as I busied myself by cleaning the counter of the bar.I would shoot glares in the man’s direction, a signal that I was not interested in him, but none of it seemed to faze him as he returned my glares with lewd looks directed at my breasts.I tapped my fingers against the countertop as I checked the watch on my wrist; my shift would be over soon.Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man made his way towards me with his now-empty glass.“I would like a refill,” he announced for the fourth time that night as he placed the glass on the countertop wit
CARMEN“Who are you?! What are you doing?!” I screamed, making my way towards the man as I pushed him away from my father.“Geez,” the man cursed, stumbling out of the way.“Dad! Dad!” I called out to my father, tears rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the man who had his arms up in surrender. “I’m calling the police!”By the time I fished for my phone, my father had stopped struggling for air. I felt his frail arms brush against my hand as he called, “Carmen.”“Dad!” I grabbed his hand in mine, keeping an eye out for the man in the corner. “What did he do to you? What happened?”“He saved me, Carmen. That’s Dr. Adrian. He’s a very good friend of mine,” Dad assured, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.I looked at Dr. Adrian, an apologetic look on my face as he started to make his way forward now that he was sure I wouldn’t attack him.“I’m really sorry,” I stated.“It’s no problem, honestly. I understand. You did well, trying to defend your father.” Dr Adrian gave me an encourag
CARMEN“Miss Carmen Cartier?” One of the cops, a tall and burly man, raised his brow to get confirmation of my identity.I looked at my mom, panic crossing my eyes. She blinked at me. Even without saying a word, I could tell what she was telling me just by looking at me.Act natural.I cleared my throat, looking back at the officer as I answered, “That would be me.”“I’m Officer Dunlop. LAPD.” He showed his ID card to me and my mom, gestured at the other officer beside him. “This is Inspector Bridgers.”“What brings you to our house? I hope there’s nothing wrong,” Mom said with a frown. She was so good at playing it cool.“We just came to ask a few questions. Mr. Dave Wilmer here claims that he witnessed you being assaulted. Care to tell us what happened?” Bridgers questioned.My eyes lingered on Dave for a while, my mind going blank. At first, the only thought on my mind was Max and how he had tried to get me to have sex with him. How could Dave have been a witness to it?“Tell them
CARMEN 3 MONTHS LATER“It was my fault, you know,” I laughed mirthlessly, lying on the grass in front of my father’s headstone. “If I had been there, maybe you would still be with us now.”“Mom has gotten worse. She barely sleeps at home now. Whenever she returns, she just spends most of her time on her phone. I think she just refuses to face reality. I mean, it’s your three-month death anniversary and she’s not here. Maybe she doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you’re dead.”It had been three months since I raced out of Wilmer Hotels like a madwoman after the dreadful text from my mother.On the way home, I had hoped that the text was a sick way of her trying to get me to return home as soon as possible. When I got home, though, I felt it. As soon as I stepped through the door of my house, my heart dropped to the ground at the drastic change in the air, and I knew that my father was dead.Mom wasted no time in getting him buried. Only a select
CARMEN“What are you talking about?” Dave asked, staring at his father with as much confusion as I felt.Dave Wilmer couldn’t possibly be my stepbrother; not after what had happened between us. How could I live under the same roof as him? I could barely even look into his eyes without the guilt and shame, the reminder of how I had neglected my father, eating away at me.“I’m sorry we couldn’t talk about this sooner, son.” Steve grinned as he explained to his son. “Aren’t you happy? You’re the one who has always worried about me, always advising me against spending the rest of my days alone.”I looked at my mother, shaking my head. When my father got married to her, his business was booming and successful, and she changed when things got difficult. Now, she had played the ultimate trump card – she had woven another rich man into her web.My mother was a gold digger.“Yes, but…” Dave stopped himself from saying anything else. He returned his gaze to my face, frowning apologetically. Fo