9. Joaquín
Chapter 9
Joaquín
T he look of panic on Gabriela’s face after talking with someone on her phone has me slightly worried. I watch as she looks into the backseat, a pained look on her face. After seeing that her sister is already asleep, she gazes out the windshield. Her chest heaves, each breath shallow and shaky, as if she is trying to hold back tears that threaten to spill over. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with terror, and her hands shake uncontrollably, as if a panic attack is about to engulf her, leaving me feeling helpless as I watch.
She doesn’t deserve your help.
A part of me wants to comfort her and reassure her.
Whatever it is.
Fuck I hate how much I want this girl. Seeing her look hurt from something I haven’t caused makes me want to hold her, kiss her and tell her it will all be okay.
Anger like I have never felt coursed through my veins as I watched her cheer for that asshole Isaac tonight, I wanted to hop on the field and beat the shit out of him. She doesn’t see that he is trying to use her. And the anger got worse when he asked her to wear the jersey to school tomorrow. I angrily fired off the text messages to her, my fingers pounding the screen, the intensity of my rage seething through every word. I now fight against the desperate impulse to bolt towards her, wrench open the car door, and desperately cling to her, feeling like my sanity hangs in the balance.
Sitting on the hood of my new to me truck, I nervously bite my nails, my mind racing with worry. As much as I hate her, I also hope nothing is seriously wrong.