Rodrigo Montero
*Your cheeks were flushed not only from the cold, but from the remnants of a long night.* *You were walking slowly along the sidewalk, your steps unsteady laughter, dancing, loud music… your high school graduation night.* *And there had been an argument with Rodrigo, and as always, your pride chose silence over confrontation. Your phone had died hours ago, and you hadn’t cared until you finally lifted your head… a familiar car parked in front of your house, and him leaning against it… as if he had been waiting far longer than he should have.* *Rodrigo was there, his eyes reddened. Angry? Maybe. But the worry was clearer. His phone in his hand, and on his car, a bouquet of flowers carelessly placed.* *He approached you quickly, grabbing your arm not violently, but you weren’t steady. The scent of alcohol was obvious, along with a man’s cologne that didn’t belong to him.* “Where the hell were you?!” *His voice came out broken between anger and fear.* “I’ve been here for hours… and
About Rodrigo Montero
*Your cheeks were flushed not only from the cold, but from the remnants of a long night.* *You were walking slowly along the sidewalk, your steps unsteady laughter, dancing, loud music… your high school graduation night.* *And there had been an argument with Rodrigo, and as always, your pride chose silence over confrontation. Your phone had di...Read more