JESSICA'S POV
I had been thinking for a week about what Santi told me the day he woke up, because somewhere in my mind, that last name sounded familiar, but I have no idea why.
Today is the day Santi is discharged, but I highly doubt I would be there. I talked to him about not going to visit him for a long time or even going to the hospital sometimes, and luckily for me, he understood.
I got up before Carla, so I left her a note, which I'm sure she won't even see as the others I left her. I didn't want her to worry about something happening to me, but sometimes she's so absent-minded that she didn't even notice, and then I would forget to send her a message to let her know.
After a couple of minutes, I left the house to go to the cafeteria where I would met Eric. Best of all, no one knew I hated hospitals, and he knew it's difficult for me to step into one if it wasn't strictly necessary.
Once I arrived at the cafeteria, I went to the table where Eric is waiting for me, drinking a coffee and reading the newspaper. What he's reading must have been interesting, and he didn't even notice the moment I sat down at the table. "What you are reading may already be interesting." I said with a smile "Not interesting. Apparently, there was a shooting at a high school in the United States. The one Miky was, to be more exact."
"Then I'm glad he got out of there before anything could happen to Miky, I would never forgive myself." I responded, sitting in front of him, "I know, you better tell me how you feel. Anything weird since the surgery?" He asked, putting away his cell phone. "Everything is fine, but I still don't remember many things." I admitted a little frustrated. "We already talked about that Jessica, that will take time and patience."
"Well, patience is the last thing I have left, I'm tired of not remembering my life." I responded, "Stressing yourself isn't good for your recovery or your pregnancy." He informed and I nodded, because I already knew that. "I know, but it's complicated." I protested "What's going on in your head Jessica?"
"Why do you ask?" I asked, frowning. "Because it's rare for you to get stressed. Normally when you do it it's because something is bothering you." He pointed and I sighed, leaving my head on my hand. "The other day Santi told me something that left me thinking." I admitted "What?"
"Does Miller ring any bells?" I asked, "Isn't that what Lucas's last name?" He returned the question and I frowned. "What?" I questioned "Yes, don't you remember?" He asked and now I understood many things. "I'll kill him." I mumbled "What's wrong?" Eric questioned. "He's the one who beat up Santi."
"Jessica, don't do anything…" he said, but I denied, because this wouldn't stay like this, it's more than clear to me. "I'm not going to leave this like this. Thanks for coming Eric, see you." I said goodbye, standing up. "But…" he started to protest, but I didn't even wait for him to protest, because I'm not going to pay attention to him. I had to do something to make him pay for what he had done to Santi. At that point, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called Mónica to come to my house right now, because we had to fix that.
As soon as I get to where the car is parked, Jackson gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for me to get in, closes the door and goes to the driver's side to get into the car. "Can I ask what's wrong with you?" He asked curiously. "I need to figure something out."
"What's got you mad I take." He pointed and I nodded, "That's right, and it has to be right now. Do you know anything about Santi?" I asked, trying to calm down a little. "He arrived at the house a couple of minutes ago, and let me tell you, Carla would be crazy looking for you if Santi didn't find the note you left her."
"I always leave them, but she never finds it." I responded, shrugging my shoulders. "Changing the subject, may I know what's bothering you?" my bodyguard asked, "Nothing is bothering me, I'm angry, fuming." I reported "Okay, what is it?" He insisted "Stupid Lucas was the one who beat up Santi."
"What? How do you know?" He questioned, "Santi heard one of the guys say the last name Miller, and Eric just told me that's his last name. "I am going to kill him with my own hands for what he has done." I assured "I don't think it is the most convenient for you. Not for anyone to be honest."
"And what do you want me to do? Just sit here while he laughs in my face? There's no way I'm going to do that." I replied, crossing my arms "I'm not saying you should do that, but you can't make a fuss either. You aren't the same girl you were these past four years." He noted, "That's what I like the least. If I were in Los Angeles, I swear I would have hanged him with my bare hands."
"I know it's a way of speaking, you're still the same overprotective of Santi as you were years ago. And I have to tell you this and I know you won't like it, but Santi is not a child, he's a man who knows how to defend himself." He tried to put some sanity in my head. "I know he's not a child, but you don't know how everything people say affects him, and I don't even tell you about what they do to him."
"I may not know him like you do, but I can assure you Santi is stronger than he seems. I have witnessed it these last few years. He was in hell, but he still tried to live his life, even though it wasn't in the best way and always went to visit what was your grave, after the last time he tried to commit suicide, he tried to live better. It may have been because of you, but he was trying."
"That's why I can't let anything else happen to him Jackson… He's already had it bad enough these last four years, to continue having it bad because of a stupid psychopath." I said, the last angrily, "We can tell the police what you discovered. This way none of us get into trouble." He noted, "I prefer that Santi decide." I said once I took a breath of air, "I like that better."
SANTI'S POV
I'm sitting on the couch when the door opens letting me see my beautiful fiancée. I was going to get up, but before I could, she sits next to me and takes my hand. "We have to talk about something." Those words usually didn't bring anything good, but I'm going to try not to get ideas into my head without her telling me first, I had promised her.
"I know who it was that beat you up." She confessed, giving me hand a little squeeze "What? How?" I asked confused, "Do you remember when you told me that last name in the hospital?" Jess asked seriously. "Yes, I noticed you seemed weird." I nodded, remembering her reaction. "Somewhere in my mind it sounded familiar, and today talking to Eric, he told me that's what Lucas's last name is."
"And how are you so sure it's the same one?" I questioned "Because the guy is crazy, that's how I know it was him." She said upset and in an angry tone, "Okay, now what do we do with him?" I asked, "I'm more than clear about what we can do to him, but it's you who has to decide."
"I do not really know what to do." I admitted, "Well, that's it, I'll take care of it." My fiancé responded, getting up from the couch and letting go of my hand. "What are you going to take care of? And why do you seem happy to be in charge?" I asked, confused and trying to understand what she's referring to. "Santi, from my point of view, I recommend you report him."
"What if he leaves?" I asked Jackson who's not too far from where we were "I don't think he will. I understand he's here for Jessica, and if you don't want her to end up in trouble because of that guy, I recommend you do it." He commented and I frowned more if possible "And why would Jessica get into trouble?"
"Because according to her, she would kill him with her own hands." Jackson reported "Ah, that fits more with Jessica, but don't worry about that friend, I'll help you with that." Carla said next to Jess, "No, reporting is the best." I quickly said, "And just leave what they did to you like that? No, thanks."
Jessica walked to the window that overlooked the garden. I knew she's upset right now, but if there's one thing I know about Jessica, it's that she'll do whatever it takes to make him pay, and I don't want her to get in trouble, not for me. "Honey, I don't want you to get into trouble. Neither of you." I said sincerely looking at my fiancé and best friend, "Okay, I understand, but now you have to make your fiancée understand, so we'll leave you alone for a while."
With that, everyone began to leave the house except Carla who went to another part of the house to give us some privacy. I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to where she is. I left my arms on her hips and heard her sigh. "Honey, I know it's not what you like the most right now."
"I don't want to let him get away with it, Santi. Just look at how he left you." She said, pointing at me, "But I'm fine." I assured even though it's not entirely true "When we found you, you weren't. "I thought… I thought I would lose you." And with that, she started to cry. It's weird to see Jessica cry, in fact, of all the years I have known her, I can almost count on one hand the times she cried. And if there's one thing that's more than clear to me, it's that I hate seeing her cry, so I turned her around and she ended up hiding her face in my chest. I'm not going to lie, it hurts a little from the beating, but at this moment what mattered to me is her and her wellbeing.
I really don't know how long we were in that position, but I could notice her weight on me increased each time, so I push her away and see she's almost asleep, so I pick her up as best I can without her help and I took her to our bedroom so she could rest better.
Just as I was putting her to bed, I heard the door slowly close and someone heading to the armchair in the room. I don't have to look up to know it's Carla who entered the room, I went to the other side of the bed, sat next to Jessica, resting my back on the headboard of the bed, and it doesn't take long for Jessica to put her head rest on my legs, which makes a small smile appear on my face and I start stroking her hair, I know it's something that keeps her calm, and from what she told me a couple of times, it helps her fall asleep.
"At least she'll get some sleep." Carla whispered to prevent Jess from waking up. "What the hell has happened to her these days?" I asked, annoyed, "You know how she is, and like I told you, a lot of the time I had no idea where she was. Even when she went to see the kids and then left, they told me she wasn't okay."
"And all this because of what happened to me." I murmured "Well yes. She may not show it often, but we both know Jessica takes it personally whatever they do to you and doesn't take it well. At least she let go some of her anger and we know where we'll tackle the problem we have now."
"What a problem?" I asked, confused. "Do you really expect Jessica to leave that guy aside without doing anything?" Our best friend questioned, raising an eyebrow. "At least that's what I expect." I said, "Well, you're wrong, she probably won't do anything to hurt herself, but we both know she's going to end up doing something. She hates that man with everything she has, and especially after everything he has done to you."
"But I'm fine." I insisted, "She told you herself, we thought we would lose you, and you better than anyone understand what it feels like." Carla pointed and I nodded, because I knew the feeling "But nothing was going to happen to me." I responded, "We know that now, but you get to see yourself at the moment Jessica found you and you would think the same thing as all of us."
"Don't know." I said, "I'm telling you, and your fiancée told you. That should be enough. And now you better explain to me how the fuck you thought Jessica was cheating on you." It's not what I most wanted to talk about right now, but it's also clear to me she won't leave the subject until I answer her, so it looks like it's going to be a long night.