"For your information, I actually do care a lot you idiot ..."
"Can you spot how many fucks I give?"
"We were never meant to be together..."
"After everything I did for you, this how you repay me?...."
God how I be so fucking stupid, when have I let a guy mess with my head so much? Moral of the story stay single ladies, fuck men they just love to make shitty excuses. I can't believe I actually trusted him, I gave him everything, including a life. God, it's brutal out here.
No wonder I hate love, you know what I don't understand why me? Out of all people, anyways what's so great about Maria? She's got a big smile, soft hands, perfect little dimples. I've got torn jeans, chipped nails everything is simple.
Baby I'm sorry, I'm not exactly what you had in mind. And is it too much to ask to just feel wanted? And is it so wrong to think that you could love me.
I guess the problem is that I'm not her...... but honestly what a plot twist you were.
It's crazy to think about how much of his "I love you" bullshit I was actually believing. People say a dog is a boy's best friend but in this situation a gun is mine. With one shot to the head I could end all my pain.
I want to be dead but what stopping me is revenge on everyone who has ever wronged me. I will rain hell in earth just like the queen of hell I am. No one is gonna stop me from getting what I want, I don't care who I have to kill.
When I get home I grab my bag out of the trunk of my car and one of my security guards greets me.
"Welcome back ms. Santos."
"Oh shut up."
I grab gun from my bag and I shoot him in the heart.
"Oops."
I say then I look at his partner.
"What? I did you favor, you just got a promotion."
I gave him a smile and I go inside.
"Lorenzo!"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Get some to clean up the dead body outside, there's been an......accident."
He nods his head then immediately leaves.
"What's up with you? You have makeup going down your face." My uncle says
"Marcus scrawny little ass fucking cheated on me."
"Hold on, que dijiste?"
"You heard me i didn't stutter." I said with an attitude.
"Con quien?"
"Maria, That little whore decided to blow up my life, don't worry I'm gonna make her life a living hell."
He grabs my arm.
"I know you hate them but you can't kill Maria."
"Why not? This has nothing to do with you, I get to do whatever the hell I want."
"It's more complicated than that and you know it." My uncle says
"Whatever, yo no voy a volver a escuela, ni siquiera me importa."
"The hell you are, you don't get to make those choices until your 18, suck it up and deal with it. Don't let a little boy fuck with your head esmeralda. I didn't raise you like this, I also didn't put you into that school just for you to throw away your entire future on some boy."
"Fine, but if you hear about a massacre that happened there. Their blood is your hands, I tried to warn you."
I go to my house which is next to his and I go up to my room. I see Polaroid pictures of me and Marcus on my mirror.
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