Say My Name, Part 2
Angel Reyes x Reader
A/N: didn’t proof read... wanted to get it posted before I finally pass out tonight though!
Part 1
Once your stomach settles, you can hear Angel’s muffled voice over the sound of your own sobs. Flushing the toilet, you stand, your entire body shaking... whether from your vulnerable state or the rage building inside of you, you weren’t exactly sure. You finally turn your attention to the bathroom door and the words Angel is speaking from the other side of it. “Y/n... please...what the fuck is happening?? You can’t just lock yourself in the fucking bathroom and not tell me what’s going on....” You scoff as you see the door handle shaking, Angel’s feeble attempt to try to get to you. “Please... mi dulce.. just at least tell me you’re okay... you’ve got to give me something....”
Walking to your laundry basket, you grab a tank top and some sleep shorts, pulling them on slowly... the adrenaline starting to dissipate and the soreness beginning to spread throughout your body. Taking a deep breathe, you unlock and open the bathroom door. Angel is sitting on the edge of your bed, his briefs back on. He stands as soon as you open the door, rushing towards you. “Babe, what...” his question cut painfully short as you land a hard slap across his face. Not waiting to see his reaction, you start picking up his clothes. “The fuck is wrong with you, y/n? Hey!” He grabs your wrist and tries to turn you to face him. “What the fuck did I do??” He looks genuinely hurt and confused, but you give absolutely zero fucks. There’s no way in hell you’re going to willingly relive that moment and the embarrassment you felt, just to clue him in. He could figure it out himself. “Don’t you dare touch me!” You yank your arm away from him, storming out of your room and bringing his clothes with you. He stands there for a moment, stunned, before he follows you out. “Get the fuck out of my house.” You yell as you open your front door and throw his clothes out onto the doorstep... your voice hoarse and your throat sore.
Angel’s eyes are wild, “Are you fucking kidding me, y/n?! What the fuck is going on??” You can see he’s starting to get pissed off at your behavior. Good. All you do is motion towards the open door. Throwing his arms up, he shakes his head in disbelief, walking out and picking up his clothes. As he’s pulling on his jeans, he looks up at you... your chest heaving and eyes red from crying. “Just fucking tell me, querida. Stop playing fucking head games...” You stare at him, disgust written all over your face, “Go ask Adelita, you piece of shit.” And with that, you slam the door in his face... immediately locking it.
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They say everything happens for a reason. Well, you decided to view this as the wake up call you’d been needing. All you had been for Angel was an empty escape from his life. Good enough for sex, but not his heart. You had been his maybe, while he had always been your first choice. You wouldn’t make that mistake again.
A month has passed since that night and you still haven’t seen or spoken to Angel. You had to block his number because he kept blowing up your phone with texts. Sometimes he’d just send random things to let you know he was thinking of you, other times he’d try to talk about what happened. After a while, his texts became more desperate... emotional... that’s when you blocked him. You deserved better than some half assed groveling. It was time to move on with your life.
You’re walking back to your car after a first date that went surprisingly well. He wasn’t your usual type, but he was funny and respectful... and spent the entire evening completely focused on you. You can’t help but smile as you rummage in your purse for your keys. As your opening the car door, a truck pulls up next to you, honking repeatedly. You jump at the sound. Turning around to ask what the hell their problem is, you’re shocked to see Ez and Coco both laughing in the front seats of Felipe’s truck. “Was that really necessary?? What are you even doing here?” You ask, hand on your chest as you try to catch your breath.
Coco lights a fresh cigarette as he watches you, not bothering to respond. You raise your eyes brows and look at Ez. “Just had to pick up some meat from pops and we saw you walking to your car. Figured I’d see how you’re doing...” he says, smiling that million dollar smile. You roll your eyes before your pursed lips can’t help but spread into a smile matching Ez’s. “I’m doing pretty good, actually. Just had a date....” Your voice trails off and you curse yourself for not keeping your mouth shut. Ez and coco glance at once another before looking back at you. Ez clears his throat before asking, “So... are we ever going to find out what happened between you and Angel? Because, between you and me, he’s starting to get on my last fucking nerve.” You scoff at his words, shaking your head. “He didn’t tell you? Fucking typical...”
“Well?” Coco finally interjects. You sigh and slam your door shut, crossing your arms and resting your back against the car. “He called me Adelita.... while he was fucking me.” Ez groans and rests his head on the steering wheel. “Shit.” is all he says.
Dropping his cigarette out the window, Coco shakes his head in disbelief. “Damn, that’s fucked up... No wonder he didn’t want to tell us nothin’. That shit’s embarrassing.” Rolling your eyes, you pull your body off of the car, “Thanks for that, Coco. It was good to see you both... but I’d rather not completely ruin the wonderful evening I’ve just had. If you don’t mind.”
“No, you’re right. Sorry... but... I’m just glad you’re doing ok, y/n. We’ve been worried about you.” Ez says. And you know by ‘we’ he really means Angel. “Shit’s got him fucking losing it, querida.” Coco adds, seriously. “But the choice you made for yourself... that took strength. And it’s better to be alone than to be with someone who can’t see who you are...”
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the way I froze.... angel is not SHIT! And i lit rally LOVE Coco’s last line 🥺🥺
