28 Grams, Euphoria

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Isla's fingers rapidly tapped on the steering wheel as they stayed stopped at a red light.

"I'm sorr-." Fez tried to start.

"I don't care." Isla said, her face remaining expressionless.

Shaking his head, Fezco ran his finger down his jawline.

"Come on don't be like that."

"How would you like me to be?" She snapped, finally turning to look at him.

"Huh? No honestly Fez. How would you like me to react? Like come on, you know I hate Nate, and he for real had that shit coming but how many fuckin' people just saw you beat the shit out of him?" She sighed.

"Too many." Fez mumbled.

Ashtrays eyes widened from the backseat finally learning the cause of tension.

"So like, are y'all going to tell me what the fuck happened, or?" He spoke up.

Ignoring the boy, Isla pressed on the gas petal, making them accelerate past the now green light.

"Fez we have to be careful right now, you know, lay low. Like Mouse just fuckin' died and you go and pull that shit."  She said with clenched eyebrows.

Her head was full of thoughts, and the "what if's" we're killing her.

"Fuck. What happens when he tells his daddy that Fez the fuckin' dealer, beat the shit out of him?"

"He got us looted Isla, you know what I had to do to get that money back, I can't have him thinkin' he got away with that shit." Fez defended.

Isla knew he was right, Nate almost got them caught, Fez would've been thrown in jail to rot just like her father and Ash would probably get stuck with some rich white family in OC.

Leaving her with her brother. He could have ruined them, and he almost did.

Nates ego was way too big to think he could get away with getting them searched, but that didn't mean she wasn't scared out of her mind for what's to come.

•••

Isla remembered it so clearly, she was six when her mom had the seizure. She remembers watching spongebob in the living room and hearing a loud thud.

Young Isla walked into the kitchen to see her mother on the ground, shaking so violently her head hit the table over and over again.

She was home alone and had no phone, so she just held her moms pulsing hand until it was no longer moving.

Isla remembers her father walking in after a long day of work. She remembers how he grabbed her and pushed her away from her lifeless mother.

How he screamed for help, how he screamed it was her fault.

How could she be so stupid?

"Yo Isla, wake up." Fez said, shaking her body.

"What fez?" She groaned.

"Come on, we gotta pick someone up." He said grabbing the car keys.

Sitting up in her bed, Isla rubbed her eyes.

"The fuck you talking about?"She asked.

Fez rolled his eyes and motioned for her to follow him out the car.

•••

"You gonna tell me why the fuck we are waiting next to a dumpster?" Isla said.

She squinted when she noticed a figure running out from behind the trash can and towards the car.

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me." She mumbled as she saw a familiar blonde woman.