Tahani's Reality (Urban)

|Introducing Suhdel|

•Suhdel Camino•
"Sade"

I lower my shades staring down at my little cousins body. "I should've been there. That bitch she-" I cut Sergio off.

"Be quiet." I say loud enough for him to hear me. I reach my hand down touching my cousins face. Feeling his cold skin against my palm. I show no emotion, not one sight of hurt or pain at seeing him laying their lifeless. His body pumped up with so much chemicals that he's now larger.

"I'm sorry sweetie. I know Mulo was your favorite cousin." She places her hand on my shoulder and I shake her off of me.

"Don't be sorry." I reply harshly.

If I'm being honest I never cared much for family. Never liked any of the sons of bitches enough to even breathe the same air as them. If they were dying I wouldn't even offer a second glance. Never messed with my dads side. Both my parents black but my mom married into the family by marrying her husband who is Mexican. Most of the family wanted nothing to do with us because we're not the same race as them. Believe it or not people are cut like that. So with that being said I never knew the love of family. Only person I'd consider family is Miguel.

The both of us grew up being outsiders. Me rejected from my step dads family, my mom never having any and never knowing my dad made things hard for me. See my moms husband Stan welcomed us with open arms but his family just couldn't seem to. And Mulo was always an outsider to his own family. Even as a kid he was always dreaming up different ways to get away. Comparing each bruise his dad would give him to the shapes of different places. Over time the world got crueler, and both of our hearts slowly turned more cold with age. He fell into the temptation of being close to his family and gaining their respect and I fell into the streets.

Safe to say I'd gone father than he ever would've or could've. And I didn't have to be close to his family to earn their respect. My name ringing fear in these streets did that alone. Sad part is one of us had to die to learn that.

I reach my hand in my pocket all eyes on me as I grab the cross golden chain with Jesus on it kissing it I say. "Descansa en el cielo primo (Rest in Heaven Cousin)." I toss the chain into his casket the medal landing on his chest. I hear low gasps but no one says a thing.

They wouldn't understand this moment. A long time ago on my fifteenth birthday he gifted that to me. Saying that Sergio told him that God would save us from our family. Me from the loneliness, him from the abuse. It didn't take rocket science to know that after all we've been through in this fucked up world he doesn't believe that anymore. But this is the proof. We were never saved and he died alone far away from home. That's the truth of it all. So I guess I just threw that chain at him and said those words all to say.

I told you so.

I walk out my right hand man Creo and Sergio following me. Soon as her in my truck that has rented windows I roll them up. The air conditioning hitting my body as I sit in the backseat. My pistol tucked tightly against my waist. "First thing I'm gone do is kill my uncle." I speak up stopping the dead silence that was filling the car.

A look of shock crosses Sergio's face. "Why-"

"That's what my cousin would've wanted. He just never had the guts to do the shit. I'm not gone let him be laid to rest knowing that his mom will have to live the rest of her life getting beat. Not happening." My soft spoken voice is so stern and to the point that he can't do anything but respect it. And it didn't matter if he did or didn't. Couldn't nobody stop me for doing what I gotta do.

That's a favor to Mulo from me.

"So tell me about the bitch." I snap my fingers waiting for him to flood me with information. Creo looks back waiting patiently for the info too.