CARMEN“Cartier!”I flinched when I heard my last name being called by the prison guard as she stopped in front of the cell I shared with two other women – Reese and Naomi.She chewed her gum aggressively, using her baton to hit the cell bars, as she watched me so intently that I almost started to dig a hole to hide myself in.“You have been here for a while now, Carmen. It’s time you took the bull by the horns. Don’t let people like her intimidate you,” Naomi said, giving me an encouraging pat on the back to approach the prison guard and ask her what her deal was and why she was calling me.“What…what’s the matter?” I questioned, looking down at my feet to avoid making eye contact with the woman.“Are you ready for your board hearing today?” she asked me, leaning against the bars with folded arms.“I think so,” I said with a nod.“Well, then.” She sighed and took out the key to the bars, opening it for me to step out.“Good luck, Carmen! I’ve had two board hearings so far that have n
CARMEN“Did you tell anyone? I told you not to tell anyone. Did you tell anyone?” I blurted to Evan as I found him standing and waiting for me on the day of my release.“Relax, Carmen,” he laughed. “I only told them that I was coming to check up on you. Why don’t you want them to know that you’re being released, anyway? Are you planning to live as far away as possible without them knowing?”“No,” I answered. “I just… I didn’t want them standing out here and waiting for me to come out. I still need to prepare myself for everything. It’s been a long three years, and I don’t know how they’re going to react.”“I’m sure all this is not what they’re thinking about right now. Trust me when I say that those people will wait for ten years if they have to,” he informed me.As much as it was assurance enough to hear those words from Evan, it didn’t make my heart beat any slower than the speed at which it was going.“Thank you for going through the stress of picking me up, by the way,” I told him
CARMEN“How may I help you?” the woman who stood at the doorway asked me, and I had half a mind to apologize and tell her I had the wrong house before walking away, but I decided to stay instead.“Is Dave home?” I asked.“Mr. Wilmer is home, but he didn’t tell me he was expecting anyone,” she answered, looking down at my hands which held the small box where the wristwatch was. “You can tell me your name, so I can go tell him—”“You really don’t have to,” I said, stopping her from walking back in. “Just let me in, please. I have something important to talk to him about.”“I understand that you probably know him, but I don’t want to get into any trouble. It’s my first day at work, and I don’t want to mess this up.”“You won’t,” I assured her. “You just have to trust me.”It took a moment of hesitation before she finally sighed and stepped aside for me to walk in.I glanced at the little girl she had in her hand with a smile on my face as I got to see just how much she looked like Kate.
CARMEN“Are you sure about this? Maybe you heard him wrong the first time. Besides, I just got out of prison. I highly doubt that he’ll want to get to see me just yet,” I said to Dave as we slowly walked towards the front door of his father’s house.“You just have to relax for me, Carmen,” Dave said, placing a hand on my lower back. “I didn’t hear him wrong. He clearly said it after his divorce with your mom that he would feel better about giving us his blessing now that he’s not married to her.”We got into the living room, where Steve sat with his legs crossed as he took note of something from a piece of paper.“Dad, look who’s here,” Dave called for his attention, making him look up at us and stand up to give me a good look. I almost laughed at his reaction, but I was too consumed by nervousness to make a sound.“Carmen, what… Come here, my sweet child,” he said, walking towards me and meeting me halfway with a hug.“What happened to you?!” he asked as he pulled away from the hug a
CARMENHis seductive stare made my skin crawl. I could feel his flirting eyes stuck on me from across the bar, molesting and undressing me with his gaze.My heart flipped as I looked over the bar to see the strange, middle-aged man staring at me. He had a smug smirk sitting on his face, never taking his eyes off me, even when he drew his cup to his lips to take a sip of whiskey.“I hate night shifts,” I mumbled to myself as I busied myself by cleaning the counter of the bar.I would shoot glares in the man’s direction, a signal that I was not interested in him, but none of it seemed to faze him as he returned my glares with lewd looks directed at my breasts.I tapped my fingers against the countertop as I checked the watch on my wrist; my shift would be over soon.Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man made his way towards me with his now-empty glass.“I would like a refill,” he announced for the fourth time that night as he placed the glass on the countertop wit
CARMEN“Who are you?! What are you doing?!” I screamed, making my way towards the man as I pushed him away from my father.“Geez,” the man cursed, stumbling out of the way.“Dad! Dad!” I called out to my father, tears rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the man who had his arms up in surrender. “I’m calling the police!”By the time I fished for my phone, my father had stopped struggling for air. I felt his frail arms brush against my hand as he called, “Carmen.”“Dad!” I grabbed his hand in mine, keeping an eye out for the man in the corner. “What did he do to you? What happened?”“He saved me, Carmen. That’s Dr. Adrian. He’s a very good friend of mine,” Dad assured, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.I looked at Dr. Adrian, an apologetic look on my face as he started to make his way forward now that he was sure I wouldn’t attack him.“I’m really sorry,” I stated.“It’s no problem, honestly. I understand. You did well, trying to defend your father.” Dr Adrian gave me an encourag
CARMEN“Miss Carmen Cartier?” One of the cops, a tall and burly man, raised his brow to get confirmation of my identity.I looked at my mom, panic crossing my eyes. She blinked at me. Even without saying a word, I could tell what she was telling me just by looking at me.Act natural.I cleared my throat, looking back at the officer as I answered, “That would be me.”“I’m Officer Dunlop. LAPD.” He showed his ID card to me and my mom, gestured at the other officer beside him. “This is Inspector Bridgers.”“What brings you to our house? I hope there’s nothing wrong,” Mom said with a frown. She was so good at playing it cool.“We just came to ask a few questions. Mr. Dave Wilmer here claims that he witnessed you being assaulted. Care to tell us what happened?” Bridgers questioned.My eyes lingered on Dave for a while, my mind going blank. At first, the only thought on my mind was Max and how he had tried to get me to have sex with him. How could Dave have been a witness to it?“Tell them
CARMEN 3 MONTHS LATER“It was my fault, you know,” I laughed mirthlessly, lying on the grass in front of my father’s headstone. “If I had been there, maybe you would still be with us now.”“Mom has gotten worse. She barely sleeps at home now. Whenever she returns, she just spends most of her time on her phone. I think she just refuses to face reality. I mean, it’s your three-month death anniversary and she’s not here. Maybe she doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you’re dead.”It had been three months since I raced out of Wilmer Hotels like a madwoman after the dreadful text from my mother.On the way home, I had hoped that the text was a sick way of her trying to get me to return home as soon as possible. When I got home, though, I felt it. As soon as I stepped through the door of my house, my heart dropped to the ground at the drastic change in the air, and I knew that my father was dead.Mom wasted no time in getting him buried. Only a select