Plan B by Me =/ (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📕

this. But it is what was best. I heard you before, and it honestly breaks my heart that I had to do this. I'm not going to tell you why I did this, incase someone else reads this, but I know you'll understand. You are seriously the best friend I could have ever asked for. You were always there for me when Antonio would beat me, and even when Alan did it for him, you still had my back. I've made you do things I feel awful for, but I am so thankful. I never would have gotten through it if it weren't for you. You were the light in my dark, so thank you. I know I'll see you again someday.

I love you, Sofia

I feel my blood boil at it. But when I look closer, there are two little pink pluses at the bottom. I roll my eyes at the confusing marks. I give her back the letter, going over to the bed. I see one labeled to Brad, and I know they were really close so I open that one too. I feel like an ass right now, but she just left and I don't know what to do. 

Baldy,

I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. I'm sorry for making you lie to Adrian that I was actually doing stuff while he was away. I'm not sure why I locked myself away, but now I regret it. I wish I would have spent more time with you before I couldn't anymore. Knowing Adrian, he's reading this right now, so banana bread, don't get mad at him. Please. If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. 

Anyways, thank you Brad. I know we had our ups and downs growing up, but you were still my best friend. And us fighting? Now that's what was bullshit, not you. You were so much better than that. I'm so excited you and Maria have found each other, and I hope you continue making each other happy. I love you both. 

Love always, Strawberry

"You knew her?? You lied to me about her??" I spin around to face him, throwing the note in his face. Shocked, he reads the note, tears springing to his eyes when he does. 

"Yeah. I did. Because she deserved to be treated well, not called a whore." I'm confused, so I raise an eyebrow at him. "I knew she got taken to pay off her mother's debt to Antonio, so I implied that she slept with him too, and just wanted to use you to get off." He mumbles. 

"Oh that little..." I trail off, not finishing my name calling. She was a virgin. She gave herself to me. "You still lied to me." I change the subject, pushing my feelings down the best I could

 "Adrian, you would have too." He counters. I sigh knowing he's correct. It's then that I realize everyone saw that. 

"Alright. Let's just go, We'll find her later." I pick up the pile of handwritten notes, throwing them into the backpack Maria packed for her. We all leave, despite everyone being upset. None of us even got to see her. She just up and left, not even thinking about how all of us would feel. She's so fucking selfish! There is a tense silence on the way back, no one risking angering someone else. We all (mainly me) storm off to our respective rooms. I walk into my room, pausing to look at the second closet. My eyes drift to the bed. I can practically see her laughing, watching me do something stupid, just to hear the angelic sound. I can see her sneaking over to my closet to steal my shirts, when she thought I couldn't see her from the bathroom. And then I can see her throwing on leggings and one of my t-shirts while I was on the phone, and storming out with one final I love you, not to be seen again until almost three months later when she got shot... for me.

Shaking my head, I push away the memories, throwing the bag on the bed, emptying the contents. All the letters I had forgotten about flutter out, making me sigh with the realization that one; she isn't coming back, and two; I should probably deliver these. I silently leave all the letters outside everyone's door, not bothering to read them in my depressed state. I barely even have the energy to deliver these. When I get to that bottom of the stack, I can't lie, my heart dropped a bit. She didn't even bother writing me one. With a heavy sigh, I slink back to my room, my head aching more than it has in years. I throw the bag at the wall, angered. How is it, I've been killing since I was twelve, and yet after fourteen years, this is what ruins me. 

One.

Silly.

Girl. 

But that's the thing. She isn't just a 'silly girl'. She's my girl. And I have every intent on getting her back. 

Chapter twenty-four

~Maria~

 

"Brad, look at this." I shove the note I received in his face. 

"Jesus woman, I will. Calm down." He chuckles, but it doesn't fool me. He's hurt. He just got his best friend back, and then she left. 

"Brad, it's okay to be sad. I'm upset too, but I know why she left." I hesitantly tell him the last part. I'm not sure if I should, be I don't really have any logic when I'm around him. It's like, nothing matters, as long as I'm with him. Besides Sofia, he's the most important person there is to me. 

"You do???" His head snaps up in shock. "How?" I pound to the two pink pluses at the bottom of the paper. "So what?" 

"We made this stupid agreement as a joke, that whenever we got pregnant, we would draw a plus on the mirror, for the other the find when they showered. But she put two. Babe, she's pregnant with twins. That's why she left."

He looks completely in shock. "B-b-babies?" He stutters, his eyes still wide. I nod. "S-sofia?" I nod again. "A...Adrian?" He asks with a pause. I nod yet again. 

"He was the only person Sof ever had sex with." Suddenly a large smile breaks across his face.

"You wanna make some?" He asks devilishly. I laugh, and wrap my arms around his next. 

"I mean, they will need some friends when we see her again." I kiss his lips, cutting off his laugh. 

 

•••

 

Later a tense silence settles over the dinner table, everyone lost in their own heads. Everyone is still distraught over Sofia's disappearance, except for Brad and I of course. We are still sad obviously, but knowing her motive makes it more bearable. Brad breaking the air startles me. 

"So, what do all of you think of having kids some day?" My eyes widen as I smack him under the table. 

Adrian narrows his eyes at us. "Why? You aren't pregnant are you?" All the water that was previously in my mouth, is now all over Brad, as I start choking.

"No! No, we were just wondering, cause you know, it's just a conversation starter." I lie. He rolls his eyes, looking away. 

"I personally think Riles and I would love you adopt someday, or get an IUI." Rose speaks up. That starts a chain of everyone's answers, until it comes down to just Adrian. 

"What about you Adri?" Dani asks. He stays silent, staring at his untouched food. "Adrian?" She asks hesitantly. He stands up so briskly that his chair clatters to the ground behind us. 

"I don't want them. Because I can't have them with..." He can't even say her anme. This is worse than I thought. "Her." He decides on, before exiting the room.

"Brad..." I whisper. 

"I know baby... I know." He sighs. 

 

 ~Sofia~

 

I get to Mexico, and when I'm done with the airport, I decide to just walk around. Maybe find a place to stay tonight. Or for awhile. The streets of Mexico were colorful and exciting, but I couldn't find it in me to be enthusiastic about anything. I attempt to blink away the blurring in my eyes from how tired I am. Someone rams into my injured shoulder, making me cringe and grab it. 

 "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The man speaks frantically, turning around. My heart stops. 

"Dad?" I ask quietly, looking into the familiar eyes I see ever time I look into the mirror. His eyes widen. 

"FiFi?" 

"Dad!" I throw my good arm around him, as he holds me in his arms, tightly. I ignore the killer pain in my shoulder and stomach, just enjoying this moment. "Wha- How? Mother said you died?" I ask when we pull away and I begin walking with him. 

"Do you need help? I can take your bag." He offers. 

"Sure, um, thank you." I give it to him, shrugging my purse further up on my shoulder. I know, 'How did you get fifteen thousand dollars over the boarder?' Well, I'm not exactly proud to admit that I have a secret pocket in my bag, that I hid it in. Luckily, the security at the airport sucks. "So..." I trail off, allowing him to explain. 

"I faked my own death to get away from that witch." He says bluntly. I start coughing to cover up my laugh. It doesn't work though, as he start chuckling with me. "After you left... Well, after you had to go, I realized how fucked up we had made your life." I glance over at him to see tears welling in his eyes. "I gave my little girl away." His hand flies up to his face, meaning he probably wiped a fallen tear. "My baby wasn't there anymore, and then we got kicked out. Brad's stepfather found us, and took us in. Brad, boy, he hated us. He couldn't even look at me anymore. "Fiona, well she was still addicted, but you being gone was a wakeup call for me. I needed to fix up my act, and get my babygirl back. But Antonio... He refused. He said you were his now and always would be. I couldn't even see you..."

"I had no idea..." I mutter. Then his words sink in. "Dad... That means yoyou moved in with them when I was in high school. Brad didn't tell me he knew what happened... He lied to me." I whisper the last part. 

He still heard it though, because he says, "What do you mean he lied? Did you see him again after you graduated?"

"That's a story for another day." I reply. Then he stops, making me stop beside him, in front of a house. 

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" I shake my head. "Stay here, with me." He offers. 

"Dad, I'll be here for a while. I'm moving here for the foreseeable future." I tell him. 

"I don't care Sofie, move in with me. Make up for lost time." I think about it, and nod with a smile. When we get inside the two story house, I look him dead in the eyes. 

"Okay, just Sofia, Sof, FiFi, whatever you want, just not Sofie." He looks confused at my demand. "That's what Antonio called me." Anger flashes in his eyes. 

"I'll kill that bastard." He growls. 

"Trust me padre, it's already done." I mutter. 

"Wait, what?" He turns to me confused. I laugh it off,