RUN SANTOS!! ( Spooky x Reader)

7)I Don't Want to be a Leader

(Y/N) POV

My head is pounding. I just woke up. I opened my eyes to gray brick walls with a small bit of light from a small window at the top of the wall with bars on it. I was in a basement. It wasn't hard to tell. There were old wooden stairs to a metal door. I had a chain around my ankle attached to the wall. There was a small twin mattress on the ground. There was a head of a shower sticking out the wall in the corner and a toilet next to it. I was laying on the mattress when I woke up. From what I can see the sun is just rising. So it's around 5am or so. I knew the Cripscies took me and I should have left sooner. Damnit! Oscar, he's going to get involved. Fuck!

After about 30 minutes of me thinking I finally heard movement upstairs. They started talking but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I heard laches opening. I saw some Air Force ones walking down the stairs. He had dark blue ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. It was my uncle. He always said I would be such a great leader. He had to wait till I was 18 because he wanted me to have my high school education. I turned 18 and immediately left. I woke up at 2am that day.

Flash back

My alarm went off. I fell asleep early so I had a little bit of sleep. I quickly and very quietly got up and grabbed my suitcase and duffle bag. I threw all of my closet in the luggage and bag. I grabbed my school bag and put that at my door with the rest of my stuff. I grabbed a different bag and put basic stuff in there. Like my phone charger, some snacks, and my toiletries. It was 4am when I was done and dressed. I packed up my trunk and looked at my house one more time. All my memories came flooding back. My dad when he taught me to ride a bike. When he beat up some boy who wouldn't leave me alone. I loved those moments he protected me and I couldn't protect him when he needed it most. I quickly wiped the one tear that fell and started my car. I took one look in my rear view mirror as I started leaving. "Happy birthday to me."

End of Flashback

"Tio, how are you doing?!" I gave my best excitement and smile I could muster up at the moment. "Hola sobrina, (niece) how's your head feeling?" He was down the steps looking at me like he didn't just kidnap me or anything. "Oh you know I'm great, I love getting kidnapped. It's actually a hobby of mine." I say with fake enthusiasm. He knows I'm being completely sarcastic. He furrows his brows but just smiles. "Haven't changed that attitude I see. Well good you'll need it when you run the gang." Ughh I hate him. "About that tio I love you, your family. But I don't want to run the gang, I want a life. Not involving shooting people." He groaned in frustration. I knew he knew that but he wouldn't give up. "My precious sobrina you know all too well that you are going to end up the leader one way or another. Just give up. I don't want to hurt you. Your father wouldn't want you to do this, you have to run the Cripscies." I knew my father wouldn't want me to run the gang; he hated that I even talked to them. He wanted me to go to college in a different country because he wanted me to be as far as possible from the gang.

"My father hated the fact that I even talked to the homies in the gang. He wanted me to go to college in Europe because he wanted me far away from the gang. He would rather me go to the military then run the streets of Detroit. He wanted me to do my dream job. He always made sure I had perfect grades so I would graduate and get into any college I wanted. He wanted me to go into computer science. He wanted me to graduate with Academic honors, Honors diploma, General diploma, and Certificate of Attendance. He made sure I was healthy and went to school everyday. I was on my way to it too, until you wanted me to run the gang and I had to leave and missed school. So there goes part of what he actually wanted me to do, and why? Because of YOU!!!" I was mad that he would ever think that my dad wanted this. If I could have killed him then I would have but I can't.

He knew I was right. He saw the anger and hate in my eyes towards him. He knew he screwed up and I would kill him. So without a word he nodded his head and turned around going back up the stairs. The only noise heard was the creek of the stairs and my heavy breathing. I was so angry I was hyperventilating. I punched the wall as hard as I could and I felt the bones break in my hand. I even left a crack on the cement brick walls. I screamed out of anger and pain. The door burst open and a guy named George came running down the stairs. He joined the gang when I was little and he was young too. He joined after his parents left him and he grew up with me.

Trigger warning (self harm)

"Hey, what happened?! Are you okay?!" He had so much worry in his eyes. I saw his eyes travel my body looking for injuries. His eyes stopped on my hand. He shook his head. "What the hell is wrong with you!!?" I just shook my head and sat down. He went upstairs to get something that would help. I looked around again. I noticed a mirror just barely in my reach. I grabbed it. I broke the mirror and grabbed a piece. I remember when my dad died I couldn't feel anything so I tried what I heard works. And it worked. I felt something. So why not try it now? I was so mad and angry that I felt numb. So I picked up a piece of the glass. I pressed it to my wrist making slow painful cuts across my arm pushing down more and more as I made new cuts. I heard the door open again but I didn't care. I kept going. My entire arm was red from blood by the time George got the glass out of my hand.

AUTHORS NOTE

I finished another one for you since I missed a couple days. Sorry again. I have basketball practice now so bye I will post tomorrow hopefully.

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