He loves me, I love him NOT

"Ugh, Why the hell does my past always come back to bite me in my ass Nekko"?

My 4 month old Lab stared up at me with a blank expression, I envied the cute thing. She was born and her parents left her the hell alone, Not calling her up out of the blue 6 years later. I HAD thought that i left my past behind me when I left Mexico and went to Havard, But of course my father drags me back. I pulled onto the turnpike and saw the large green, white and red MEXICO sign mocking me.

"Passport please".

A short fat woman took my passport and quickly looked at it. She took a look at Nekko and frowned.

"Does you dog have all its shots"? Nekko stretched and turned into a little ball to sleep.

"Yes she does, can i go now please. I have a very important meeting to attend."

She handed me back my passport and I pulled past the checkpoint. Well there was no going back now.

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I pulled up to the gate of my family home. The large iron gate was not a welcoming signal, it was more like “try and jump it, you get your ass shot”. I pushed the call button, idmeatly a voice answered

“Si que lo es”? I recognized the voice as our butler Jesus.

“Me ha Nikki”. Jesus was really the only person from my childhood that I had fond memories of.

“Ah Nikki es bueno saber de ti otsra vez. Te voy a dejar que derecha en”. The old gate creaked open.

“Tu tambien, Gracias” I pulled up the  driveway to the house. It had to be the biggest house in Mexico. It was three stories and consisted of 14 rooms. 8 bedrooms each with their own bathroom, kitchen, dining room, living room, library, a study and a rec room downstairs. That didn’t include the pool. Tennis, soccer and basketball courts in the backyard.

I parked in the garage and grabbed Nekko’s carrier. The cute little thing was still fast asleep in there. I looked around the garage and spotted and pink and blue piece of metal stivking out from behind a box. I set Nekko down and moved the box.

“Damn this is a flashback”.

I pulled on the streamers on my old bike. I had only ridden it once but it was the best part of her childhood. It was probably the only time her father spent with her alone, Just the two of them. I was 6 and he postponed all his plans to tach  me how to ride my bike, I fell twice but the third try I got it. I can still remember my dad picking me up in his arms and twirling me around. It was probably the last time I hung out with him. I stared stroking the cold metal, I could feel the tears coming to my eyes.

“Nikki’?

I snapped out of it and turned around, Jesus stood their holding Nekko she was wagging her tail to no end.

“Jesus es tan bueno verte. Te ves muy bien”.

I walked up and gave him a hug, He Hadn’t changed on bit. He hugged me back and led me back into the house.

“Lo siento, pero tengo mucho trabajo por hacer y tu padre te esta esperando en el estudio”.

 He handed me Nekko and pointed me down the hallway, Like I had forgotten where the study was. I opened and oak door and was faced with my Father, Mother, Brother and my father’s body guard staring at me.

“Hi mom. Dad” My rushed up and gave me a hug.

“O sweetie, Its so good to see you again. My god look at you!! Your  so pretty.” I hugged her back with less excitement. My brother Paco stood behind by my father. He hadn’t changed one bit. Well maybe the hairdo he had. At 29 the bald look was WAY to much my father at his age.

“Ok let’s get this over with, What do you want dad”? My mother put on a saddened face and sat in the couch across the room. I felt like a complete outsider, I was standing in the middle of the room while the rest of my family was on one side scrutinizing me. My family was the kind that looked great on the outside, but on the inside it was hell. A cartel leading father, A ex-drug addict mother, and a brother following my father’s footsteps, Yeah picture perfect.

“Now now Nikki, That isn’t very nice to say to your father after all these years. Now why don’t you sit down  and spend some time with you family sweetie”. I wanted to punched that smug smile off his motherfucking face.

“Dad I spent 16 years sitting with you guys anymore and I might just shoot my own head off, Now quit with the bullshit and tell me what you want, And don’t try the whole “reconnecting” shit because I know you better then that”.

My dad motioned his body guard that had been quietly standing in the corner of the study, He looked like one of the thugs you see on the street everyday. He dropped a bag in front of me and went back to his spot. It was a black duffel bag, Just by nudging it with my foot I could tell that it was full of something, Something VERY heavy.

“What the hell is this”? My father lit a cigar and pulled out a large envelope and set it on the desk.

“1.5 million dollars, 50,000 more when the drop off is done”.

My temper started to rise, I asked him again.\

“What the hell is in the bag dad”?!

“ 9 kilos of basuco”. Some Father right?

I took the bag and shoved it as far as I could away from me. I looked at my so called family, Sitting there after 6 years only to ask me to be a drug mule.

“I’m not doing it and the fact that  you would think I would do it is insulting. Goodbye”.

I turned to leave when somebody grabbed my by my arm, I turned expecting  my brother but instead was looking right into the eyes of the last person I expected to be here.

“T.J”? I stared in complete shock at my best friend. I hadn’t seen him since I left for collage, I always wondered wht happened to him but I never thought he..he..”

At that very moment my blood pressure sky rocket through the roof. I twisted in his arms and faced my father shaking with anger.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU JUST HAD TO SINK YOU CLAWS IN HIM DIDN’T YOU, MY WHOLE LIFE I COULD NEVER HAVE ANYTHING!!! YOU ALWAYS TOOK IT AWAY”!!!!

I was still screaming as T.J  dragged me out of the room.