"Will you marry me, baby?"
'Uhm, nah', she responded thoughtlessly.
"NAH!? Nah, fool. YOU gon' marry me. You got that devil pussy, you can cook, and you love me like no fucking one has ever loved me. Nah, your ass marrying me, hermosa", Oscar quipp...
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"And where the hell are you sneaking off to, Ray?", I lowly said so as to not wake my sleeping little brother on the couch.
He looked stuck. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. I guess he wasn't expecting anyone to be woke as he snuck off like a thief in the night once again.
I was used to it. I was the eldest son. I had no choice but to be used to it, but Cesar. Cesar is still a kid that held onto hope that maybe our shit father would be a dad that would stay.
After that night when I was about to put a bullet in him, he clung to Cesar. He was using him as a shield. He and I both knew this, but Cesar didn't. To him, his father was finally becoming a dad.
I was and am still pissed. He was playing with him again. Cesar just wants his dad but unfortunately, God likes being a jokester at times. I knew that he would hurt him again, in turn hurting me also because when Cesar hurts so do I.
It has been over a month since then, Ray's return. Yet, I have said nothing more to him since then. I avoid being in the same vicinity as him.
Just looking at him knowing that he's breathing the same air as we are makes my trigger finger itch. I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop with him and it finally has. He was leaving again.
This time though, I would ensure that it was permanent. "Your silence isn't answering my question, Ray", I told him. "Oscar, my boy, I was ju-"
"Running off again like a cowardly bitch. Yeah, I know", I retorted interrupting one of his many lies effortlessly falling from his lips.
"You know nothing, Spooky. You'd have to be a parent first to understand", Ray sneered. I rolled my eyes while letting out a humorless chuckle. "You are the last person to know what being a parent is. I was the one always there, still here. I took care of Cesar when he was sick. I hustled so he could eat, have clothes, and shelter. I helped him with his homework and was the one going to school meetings. His school calls me, his guardian, his father", I quipped.
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