11. Liar.

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Oscar's Pov
Everything was full of crap. The gang was trying to reach the people who shot India, just to find them. She was fucking crazy and selfish. She didn't care about anything, only about her. I was tired of her doing that. Since I came out from prison she is acting like a dumb child. Right now the block was in danger, she was in danger now. But I couldn't do anything to protect her.

Not anymore.
I told her the truth because I wanted to trust each other but she only played me like I was a piece of shit. Fuck love, this is not about love anymore.
Daniel called me again telling me that he couldn't find those who shot her, and told me that she was in real danger if they knew she was still alive.
Well, I knew it was my fault for kicking her out but she promised that she wasn't doing anything to Trace.

I went to my house. Since Cesar killed Latrelle everything was going to be worse. Two prophets on a night, that shit was crazy.

India was going to stay at the hospital all the night so it was easier for me. Tomorrow we'll see what happens.
My feelings were hurt, I trusted her and now she was doing shit.

Abiona who was my ex and Trace's ex, (that was a  long history) was sitting on my fron stairs. Why was she there? No more shit please because I'll kill someone tonight. She seemed very upset and she was crying?
"What are you doing?" I said walking where she was. "I told you that you can't come here." That was true, if someone saw her in there, they will know that she was the snitch who told us about Trace.
"I'm- I'm sorry I came here. Trace is dead and I didn't know where to go." She sobbed. "You said that you were not going to do it, Oscar." Yes I said, but not that cunt called India.
I opened the door and let her in.
"It wasn't me." I sighed. "I thought that India was not doing anything if I spoke to her with the truth but it ended this way." Abiona was a bitch but she was loyal to us, she came to me when she found about Franco's death. It wasn't her fault.
"I just found him in the frontdoor. He had only one shot on his head." She was crying. I didn't know why because she betrayed him before. "I've never seen anything like that Oscar. I'm scared." I hugged her. She was my ex but I didn't care. "Could I sleep here? Please." She said softly. I nodded.

"But you should go in the morning. India is coming here tomorrow, I don't want more problems." Despite India fucked up, I couldn't leave her to die, I cared about her anyways. But when everything is solved she was going to hell because I don't want shit no more.

"Thank you Oscar, I won't bother you. I promise." She cleaned her tears and looked at me. Fuck you India. I kissed her.
I just needed to distract myself from everything that happened.
She kissed back.
We were making out on the sofa when someone cleared her troath.
It was Cesar.
"Can we talk for a minute?" He said looking confused. We went to the kitchen. "What the fuck man? ¿qué haces?."
"I don't want to talk about it." He lifted up his brow. "You have to stay home, something happened."
"That's why you are kissing Abiona?" He whispered. "I heard someone was shot." I had to tell him it was India, he cared so much about that girl.
"It was India." His mouth opened.
"Is she okay?What the fuck are you doing kissing Abiona? You suck Oscar."
"Don't talk to me like that Cesar. India was shot because she did something that she shouldn't have. So it's not my fucking fault. And she's at the hospital. The reason why I'm kissing Abiona doesn't concerne you." I spitted. "India will come here tomorrow, you'll have time to ask her.
Cesar was mad because I was kissing Abiona instead of being with India, but she fucking deserved this. It was my revenge.

He went to his room and slammed the door.

"Fuck you!" I said.

Fuck Cesar. Fuck India. And fuck everyone.
Abiona was sitting on the sofa.
"Maybe we should go to bed." She said.
"You can sleep on my bed I'll do it on the sofa." She nodded. "You know where is everything."
I couldn't sleep that night.
India was on the hospital and I was worried about her.
I shouldn't be worried because she is a liar and she doesn't deserve. But my feelings are still there.

My phone vibrated. It was her.

Indica
I'm sorry Oscar.
I feel bad about this.
We should talk.

Fuck her. She only was sorry because I was mad. She know she screwed up with me.
I didn't answer to her.
I wasn't feeling it at the moment.
Maybe some sleep did good to me.

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