Made this for fun
she had no intention to fall in love with a man, little did she knew, she fell in Johnny 'Coco' Cruz's love spell. That man had her and she had him. Marisol never thought she would fall for him, i mean, a whore of a mother, ladies...
My stomach woke me up. The pain and the turning made me sit up, brushing my hair back and trying to keep it down. Soon as I opened my eyes, boom, migraine. Lucky me. I tried to stop thinking about the pain but I felt like I was going to vomit. I race to the bathroom, lifting the seat up and let everything come out.
"Damn." Andres said. I kicked the door close and vomit again. I felt hot, disgusting every time my head hovered over the toilet seat. I was probably in there for about 15 minutes, cleaning the seat and washing my mouth. Once I looked at the mirror, my eyes were red, I looked like a came out from a fucking Tim Burton movie.
"Its free to use." I said as I came out and head to the kitchen. They had made coffee so I poured myself some into a cup and went back to my room, closing the door behind me. I picked up the bottle I had and pour whatever was left into the mug and continued to drink it.
I got dressed, since I was stopping by pops house to get some stuff that I had there. I walked out of the room and Carla was just coming back home.
"Where you going?" She turns to me.
"Hopefully not to get yelled at." I put on some sunglasses and shrugged out of the door. It was a short distance to dads place so I decided to not take the car and walk there. I hopped up the steps and started to look for the key to this place in my hella messy purse, finally found it and opened the door.
The place was dark, probably my dad wasn't up yet. I quietly walked up the stairs and entered my old bedroom, closing the door behind me. The room stayed the same, same covers on the bed, paintings and supplies all over my desk and photos and posters around my walls. I came here for one thing and only thing only. I headed to the closet, kneeling down and opening the flooring and grabbing a shoe box from there.
I had many things, old cigarette boxes, old photos, my suicide note, which i need to burn, my fake ID, pretty much anything that will get me in trouble with my parents, especially dad. This was when i was a teenager and hid things from them. lastly, there it was. Money. I had saved tips from the carnicería and used that to get out of here but I was 17, no where to go, but as you can see, I stayed. I shoved the stack of cash into my purse and slide the piece of wood back and looked to my side.
I picked up the navy sweater that used to belong to my mother, hugging it. It still smelled like her. Lavender and coconut. I put it on, pretending that she was hugging me and dusted myself off and went downstairs. I heard the coffee pot on, he's up,
"Marisol." He shuffled to the front of the living room. I slowly turned to him.
"Pops." I coughed up.
"I made coffee, stay, we have to talk." The old man shuffled back to the kitchen and poured me a cup. Great, a talk. I wonder how this will go. I sat down on my old chair and my dad hands me the cup. "What brings you here?"
"Picking up some stuff." I sat up, moving in my seat. "What is it you want to talk about? I don't have all day." My dad sighs, look at me up from his glasses.
"You were here the other day."
"Its called a courtesy check in. I wanted to see if you're still breathing."
"What-"
"I get it. You're disappointed how I came out." I gave him a cheeky smile. "At least pretend you give a shit about me." He was about to say something but I cut him off again. "I needed you and you grieved over a woman who had mom killed. You grieve over her while your own daughter was in jail."
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