Ximena Gonzales gets arrested for two and half years for protecting her friends from getting brutally beaten up by prophets. What happens when she gets out? More importantly, what will Oscar think of her when he sees that she's out early?
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I woke up to the sound of the front door slamming, shaking the whole house. After a few seconds the door shut again, but this time it was gentle. I heard a car a door slamming, then an engine starting. Finally, a car screeching down the street until I couldn't hear it anymore. Another car engine was brought to life, but the sound stayed there for a moment. Until they slowly pull out and drove down the street. It may have been how tired I was, but it sounded like they were going opposite directions.
I stretched out the sleepiness in my body and turned over in my bed to see that Oscar left. For some reason I was actually sad that he had gone. Why am I sad? He's not mine. I shouldn't feel this way.
I honestly felt like I could stay in this bed the entire day. My body is aching everywhere, and I'm so mentally exhausted. I wonder how swollen my eyes are. Lifting my hand to my eyes, I gently touch them and immediately regret it. I cried so much yesterday that a gentle touch feels like someone hit me with a tiny hammer.
My phone went off and I checked it to see Oscar's name.
Good morning mamas
I don't know if your awake yet but when you do I made you an omelet It's in the microwave
Morning papi And Thank you I could used to waking up to food in the morning
If you were mine you'd wake up to food every morning
Oh really?😏
Yeah
Your curves are sexy and I'd like them to stay that way
🥰
You sound like the type that force feeds your woman
Only when she starves herself and refuses to eat.
Listen I gotta go make a deal with one of the homies
When I get back I wanna see that your plate is empty, and that you ate that entire omelet Talk to you later, ma
Bye Oscar
I slowly get up and go to the bathroom. After I did my business, I grabbed my brush and started brushing my hair out. After my hair being grabbed so many times yesterday it looked like an animal made a nest in my hair.
When I was done I wrapped it up in a messy bun and headed to the kitchen to open the microwave. Only when I did I found an omelet the size of the plate. How the hell am I supposed to finish this?
