The Bad Boys Girl

Chapter 1 My past

3 years ago -July 18th
Rosalinda-age:14-Brooklyn, New York-birthday:July 18

I could hear my mom crying as she pulled my dad out of the car that he'd just crashed into the gate. The neighbors had all come out of their houses to see what was going on.
Why did they have to be so god damn fucking nosey
Everything was hell and that's what it looked like at the moment. My mom is crying like she never has before I start to run towards her and I see the worst thing possible... my dad was shot and it wasn't an accident. I could tell the past finally caught up to him as I knew it would catch up to me. I could only stare at him in horror there was so much blood his shirt was drenched in it and now my mom's hands were covered in it. She was screaming at me to call 9-1-1 and I did they said they'd be there as soon as possible but I already knew it wouldn't be soon enough.
He was looking up at my mom I bended down on my knees and for the first time in my life I cried, I never had cried before not when I was hurt or bleeding not when I got hit by the car and broke my leg not when I got shot during one of my many and endless missions. I cried my hardest because I knew he wouldn't make it another day.
My mom looked at him and she was talking I could barely hear what she was saying but I did " Come on Joey don't do this to me don't do this to Rosa please stay with me." She told him with teary eyes and her spanish yet Brooklyn. "You got to stay alive daddy please you gotta see me get better and your gonna get better with me the both of us" I said with tears falling as I looked to the shot in his gut then down at my self and I knew that I would get cured but I looked at my dad, his blood, the tears on my moms face, and I looked in my dad's eyes.
As I looked at those eyes I saw myself a weak, sick, and broken girl who's tears were never ending. I saw memories of love, suprise, shock, fear, hate, and joy. But most of all I saw the life in those eyes the life that was fading slowly, and I knew he wouldn't make it. He wouldn't scare the crap out of another one of my boyfriends, wouldnt be there at the shooting range with me again, or go watch my boxing matches, nor would he be able to coach me again, wouldn't go paintballing with me, wouldnt graffiti the streets with me mom and the gang, wouldn't see me finish highschool, wouldnt see me graduate, get married for the first time, wouldnt see me have my first born or any of my children after that he wouldn't be able to be there ever again but I'm still happy he ever was.
I could tell that he knew and my mom knew but she was hoping it wasn't true he looked at my mom and smiled even though in his eyes the only thing there was pure and utter sadness ,"Maria, my love look at me and you are looking at a dying man" when he said that it made us cry more "No Joey don't you dare say that to me!" She yelled at my dad. "I'm sorry I am not able to give you all the time in the world that I have I'm sorry that I wont be there anymore but I loved the both of you so much so don't give up on your happiness I want you two to leave Brooklyn and somewhere safe, I want you to know-" he was cut off when he started coughing but he had also coughed out blood. "I want you to know that I love the both of you and I always have even before I met you" he told us softly as a tear ran down his face his voice was so quiet that even though we were leaned down as much as we could we still had to strain our ears to hear what he was saying "and happy birthday Rosalinda Brook Cervantes third generation and leader, I leave you everything I want you to take my prized weapons with you every where and wear the chain around my neck that symbolizes us and the gang,The Black Wolf Gang never forget who or where you came from but you two still need to leave." "I love you" he whispered his last words just as the ambulance was barely viewable
I knew they wouldn't make it in time
Well I'm keeping my promise and I can tell that so will my mom
I took the necklace from around his necklace from his neck and studied it, I remember asking him what it was when I was younger. "Daddy what's this for?" I asked my father as I pulled myself up into his lap at the age of six and picked up his wolf. "Rosalinda , my daughter it is for when you take over it symbolizes leadership and someday you will wear it but not now your mama wears one like it but hers fits into mine to show that we are one in this life." He pause to look at me and my mama lovingly. "Someday you'll give it to someone you love." As he said that I pulled a face " ill gross mama mama papi is disgusting!" I screamed as I ran and hugged her legs she then looked up at him with the face she saves for him it says " What did you do this time?" He just laughed and shook his head.
At that moment I shook my own head to get rid of the memories. I looked at the chain around my moms neck and then back at my own they were exactly the same except for moms was fully silver her piece slid into papi's like a puzzle it was held on by a thick chain and had a beautiful enscription on the side that read The Black Wolves in calligraphy.
I looked at my dad, my mom, the house, our neighbors. Our hood. Then I looked into my mama's eye and she said with every emotion I felt .," Get your bags we're leaving."
So we did and didn't look back once