Disastrous night led to...

Chapter 2

Dolores ripped the next door open and snapped.

It took her a moment to process what she was seeing as everyone else behind her came up the stairs, freezing, eyes wide.

Mirabel was, barely conscious due to the drugs, on the covers. Javier, a guy a couple of years older than Mirabel, on top of her, lips pressed against Mirabel's, both of them had their pants around their ankles, luckily Mirabel had her skirt covering as her clenched hands on the covers, slowly loosen.

"I'm going to kill you," Isabela hissed, a murderous fury running through her veins.

She'd never been this angry in her life.

The moment Dolores and Isa had stepped in, they saw red. Isa's plants and vines surged forward, tightly wrapping around Javier's waist, catching him by surprise as he didn't know or hear The Madrigals Grandkids had come in. Isa summoned her vines to wrap tighter, causing him to scream out in pain. She brought her hand close to her, resulting in her vines yanking Javier towards them. Before Isa could do anything, Dolores had stepped forward and gave a strong punch to his jaw, shocking the younger Madrigals and Mariano except Mirabel who was close to passing out. Isabela had always knew her prima could deliver a mean punch, pregnant or not.

"Whoa, Lola." Camilo whispered.

"Just take care of him." Dolores whispered, dangerously, gesturing to Javier who hurriedly put his pants on. Isa had once again wrapped her vines around his torso, tightly, attempting to cut off his oxygen. Camilo and Carlos stalked over to him, twisted an arm each and brought him down to the ground; both of them put a knee on his back and pressed down, their anger fueling their strength; Javier cried out in pain.

Dolores, Luisa and Mariano had run to Mirabel, leaving Isa, Camilo and Carlos to deal with them, knowing full well the 3 of them would do so much. Dolores sat on her knees, on the bed, and picked Mirabel up, causing Mirabel to flinch hard. She wrapped her arms around her shaking youngest prima, blinking away tears of anger. She carefully laid Mirabel's head on her chest, running her fingers through her prima's hair. Luisa had sorted her hermanita's clothes as the three of them didn't want to notice how Mirabel's clothes were in disarray and the subtle marks on her throat. But they couldn't ignore it either.

"Mira? Mi hermanita, can you hear me." Luisa asked, coming over to Mirabel's other side. She put a soft hand on Mirabel's arm but moved it as Mirabel flinched even more, scared she would hurt her.

"Luisa? Lola?" A faint whisper, so faint only Dolores heard it, caught Dolores's attention but Luisa and Mariano caught on.

"Mira. I'm here. I'm here, prima/hermana." Dolores and Luisa hastily answered, Dolores getting her hair out of her face and lifting her prima on her lap.

"Dr... Dru...Drugs." Mirabel whispered out, feeling very droopy after having been given 2 smaller doses of drugs in liquid and 2 more slightly bigger doses.

Dolores's hands were shaking as she held her prima who was fighting to keep her eyes. Someone had... Did she say drugs? Someone drugged her prima? Her youngest prima? And then- he had-.

Her breathing hitched.

She was fifteen. Only Fifteen.

"Dolores?" she faintly heard Mariano ask, sounding faint and sick himself. She looked up at her husband and Prima, tears rolling down her face.

"He drugged her." Dolores spat out, through gritted teeth. Luisa eyes widened as they suddenly went dark, slightly surprising Dolores and Mariano. Luisa rarely got angry. Even after 15 years of hard work, Luisa had never complained or lashed out.