La Reyna de León (Queen of León)

Chapter 10

My dad, mom, grandma, and little brother kneeling on the ground. They saw me and couldn't believe I was alive. A couple of men were standing behind them with AK-47s. I started to tear up.
"I was wondering when you would show you face. Get to know my enemy a little better." Said a man coming out of the darkness. I knew he was the leader of the 12th street cartel.
"Leave them alone. Kill me instead." I said.
"No...I don't want to you dead. Death is to good for you. No I want you to surfer much more." He said.
"Please kill me and release everyone else. I was the one who started all this mess." Said my dad.
"I am going to kill you but I'm not going to release the rest of them. I'm going to kill all of you except for her. I wanna make her watch as I kill her family. The people she mostly loves." He said.
"No!!! Leave them alone!!!! Leave them alone!!!! They have nothing to do with this!!!" I said.
"It's to late for that." He said. He signals the men to get ready. They load up their weapons and point the barrels at my family. Now I'm going to lose it all. Everything. This was a dangerous game to play. Loved ones don't make it out.
My little brother starts to cry. I wish I could consul him. He's to young to die and gentle. My grandma was there for me. Now I can't be there for her. My parents took care of me. Raised me to be the person I am now. Now I take care of them.
They all look at me. And I look at them. All of us crying knowing this is the last time we will be together.
"It's all right mija. Just remember what I taught you. We will always love you." My dad said.
Then the man signaled them to shoot.
"Nnnnnoooooooo!!!!!!" I scream out and then they shoot. Dozens of bullets shoot through their bodies. I can hear their screams before their deaths. Their bodies slam on the floor as blood flows out of them. I cry out loud. Now I've lost them. Because of me they are dead. All because of me. I don't know if I could ever forgive myself.
"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't kill one of ours." He said.
"Now. You know what your dealing with." He says before they all walk away. I kneel in front of their lifeless bodies. All I do is scream. What am I going to do now. All I could blame was myself. I was angry at them. For killing them. Killing the people that loved me and looked after me. Now they took that away from me. I was going to do something. But now I was mourning. My emotions are mixture of anger and sadness. I think about all the life my little brother had ahead of him. My parents watching him grow up. My grandma giving us advice. No. Now I was a different person. I've lost most of my loved ones.
I hear a door open that make my head turn. My uncle runs toward me but stops a few feet away from me. Taking in the scene. His mouth in awe. His eyes tearing up. He goes down on his knees. We both cry as if it were our last.
"I'm..... I'm so sorry. I should have done something. FUCK!!!!! Ahhhhh." He screams out in pain.
I'm in shock again. I just sit and stare at their bodies. Looking at every bullet hole in their bodies. Wishing it was me instead of them. Making me want to end my own life. But I couldn't. I didn't have the guts to. Now I must avenge them. Maybe I didn't have the guts to that either. Now I'm just in so much pain I'm speechless.
We both now sit and stare. I was thinking it's a matter of time Luis might end up in the same situation. I hope not but I thought the same about my family. Now look what happened to them.
"I'll arrange a proper funeral for them." He says sniffling. As he gets up to cover them with a sheet. I can't move. My uncle had to carry me into the car. We don't talk for the whole drive. As an ambulance passes in the opposite direction we were going. To pick up my family's bodies. The image of them in the ground is all I can see. Then getting shot is the thing I replay in my head.
We arrive in the ascienda. Again my uncle had to carry me into my room. Sets me in my bed. I just sit on my bed not moving. Staying in the position he left me. He leaves my room. I can hear him throwing stuff around and screaming. Then I have a nervous breakdown. I cover my ears from the screams of my family as they got shot. I hyperventilate. I have pain in my chest. Voices in my head saying it was all my fault. I shake so bad and have cold shivers. I cry to the point I throw up. Now I sit in the bathroom. Looking up as if I were hungover.
Might as well be dead. I'm dead inside.
All I think for the night.