Season 1, Episode 6
Elena POV
I could sense the simmering conflict between the two siblings, and I couldn't help but feel awful that I could be to blame. They were presumably having the time of their lives as siblings, settling their disputes, when I walked in and wrecked everything.
Juan was staring at Carlton, who was eating all of his food. And I was actually in the center of it all. Juan was on one end, Carlton on the other, and I got smacked in the center like a peanut and jelly sandwich, which I despise.
"The food is delicious, Elena." Juan added his two cents.
I cocked my brow. I was surprised she didn't call me Mami, Bebe, or something else.
I believe it was because Carlton was present, which could only suggest that her calling me such names wasn't just a meaningless flirtation but something more—something I don't want to progress.
I looked at Carlton to notice that his posture hadn't changed and that he was still slurping food. I mumbled, "Thank you, Juan." My heart sank when Carlton's head snapped up and he stared at me. When he slammed his hand on the table, I jumped.
"You know you are not supposed to talk at the dinner table."
I want to tell him I am not a kid.
"Chill, bruh. We all eat and talk a big fucking deal." Juan said it in a monotone tone. I could see she has had it with Carlton's attitude, and so have I, but I am afraid I don't have the balls or vagina's to tell him off.
"Oh, shut up, Juan. Even if you were baptized in manners, you wouldn't know how to use them." Carlton snarled.
"Is it intended to indicate something, coño?"
"I'm not sure. Juan, take it how your little bird brain sees fit."
"You sure you want to go there, Carlton?" She clenched her teeth, her nails digging deep into the tablecloth. "Bring it on." Carlton pushed back.
"C-can you not argue?" I jumped in. "Shut up!" shouted Carlton.
I jumped into my seat. I could feel my spirit departing my body.
"Ok." I quickly responded. I kept my gaze fixed on Juan, begging her not to say anything. Juan appears to be a fighter, but I'd be baring it all afterwards.
"Don't speak to your wife like she's some slut." Juan yells. I let out a trembling sigh. I was on the edge of tears. Later on, Carlton was going to beat the crap out of me.
"You, too, Juan, shut up." Carlton grumbled, the fork in his hands crying for aid with how tightly he gripped it.
"I feel sorry for you." Juan smirked as she leaned back in her chair.
"No way, Juan. I feel bad for you having to conceal from the public. Because you are too afraid to face your attackers."
"You mean the enemy I murdered and his followers are out there like an ant without a head?" she said proudly. Why does ending people life makes her so proud. I droop my head and scratch at my arms.
This was not the fight for me. "I'm not going to argue with a man whose mother was a slut and believes his wife is the same." She laughed. I know she was getting under his skin from the get go but now she was ripping it off slow and painful.
"Why don't you tell your wife just how much your fucking mother destroys my mother?" Juan snarled.
I cringed as I realized the conversation had made a complete 180-degree turn. I'm sure they were already tense; I was just the one who brought it up with what happened the other night. Even though I had claimed I didn't want to become involved with Juan, I was curious about what happened to her mother. Carlton's mouth was open to respond, but I could tell Juan's words had an effect on him, and he was just sitting there trying to comprehend it all.
As he throws down his fork, it collides with the glass plate, shattering it. When his chair scraped the floor, he rose to his feet. For a split second, I could see tears welling up in his eyes, but he bolted before I could see real emotions spill out. I gave Juan a death glare, but she still had a smug grin on her face.
"He aided you, and this is your way of repaying him."
"This is my fucking house. My papa gave me this shit. Carlton received nothing, while I got everything. I play the bigger sister role and hand her the house."
My mind started racing with questions that I knew none of the siblings would be able to answer, they just won't fill me in. For example, why did Carlton receive nothing after their father died? She took a step closer to me. She was standing behind me, her hands on both of my shoulders. I jumped as I felt her breath tickle my left ear.
"Oops." She muttered, sending a wonderful thrill down my spine—the kind I get from Carlton.
Fuck
Her knuckles made me bend my head to look at her. Her stormy gray eyes locked with mine. "He was the one who started it." She was correct. He began it, but he was unable to complete it.
"That's just so childish." I said instead of fueling her ego. Her smirk faded, and a wave of sadness passed across her eyes--I didn't want to brag, but it was as if something had hit her where it hurt, which it should. She didn't have to point out to Carlton that his mother was a slacker.
"He deserved it. Are you going to laugh about it now, or are you going to run behind the jerk?" I scoffed, getting to my feet, and racing in the same way as Carlton. I later found him in his office, his head buried on the desk, and I could hear him sniffling.
"Baby, I am here." I approached him softly and quietly. I drew him into an embrace. My arms started to get moist with tears. I didn't know much about his past, but I'm guessing the subject of his mother bothers him intellectually and emotionally.
"Don't pay attention to her. She was only trying to get under your skin."
"That's Juan, for you." He murmured.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I knew the answer before he even said it. He made a shaky motion with his head. We spent the remainder of the evening in one other's arms. I knew Carlton could be a little gruff around the edges, but I loved him when he was a softie.
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