Cartel Princess // Marcus Arguello

Chapter 28

                                                                                                  Keep it Together

Ona

As my latest high wore off, what had happened finally settled. I sat in the middle of my bed, legs crossed and looking at my room(it looked like a bull had torn through it, which in a way one did) I realized I was in a downward spiral again and I didn't know how I got in it...or how the fuck, I was going to get out. I didn't want to go back to rehab, but I knew I couldn't stay at kings. We only had a month and a half left in the school year before we went on summer "Vacation". It wasn't really summer vacation, more like we got a few weeks off to some what relax before we get thrown into a new lesson. Most of us stay at kings, the monks and almost all the teachers leave so there's usually a few good parties.

As I sat, I considered staying with Rosa for a while then ultimately decided that was a terrible idea. I couldn't go back to Mexico with my dad because he'd make it ten times harder to get clean. The last time I was in rehab, I was a lot worse, a lot of people really thought I was for sure going to die of an overdose, but I never did. My last OD was what made my brother and dad decide I needed to get clean. I don't really remember how it happened or when, I just remember waking up a week later and seeing my brother sitting next to me crying and probably even praying a little.

Again I didn't know what happened but from the look on his face...I knew it was really bad. Then the next week I was being tied down and taken to some rehab facility. I very vividly remember balling my eyes out and pleading with my brother and dad to not make me go as two large men in white scrubs wheeled me into the back of a van. When I came back after the four months I tried my best to take the second chance. To not fuck it up but, here I was, sitting in bed wondering where I'd be shipped off to this time.

Juan came in after leaving for a few minutes. He was holding his personal phone and looked in a way nervous. He plugged the phone in then sat it on my bed "your dad wants to talk to you. Said to call him at nine, you got like five minutes" I nodded, he did the same, then he was closing my door behind him and I watch as my clock turned to nine. I didn't start dialing him until five minutes after nine. The phone rang a couple times before it was picked up and his voices boomed through the other end.

"It's nine o six, Ona. I said nine" he barked. His tone mean and dark. I knew he was mad, who wouldn't be, his last living kid doing things that can literally kill her. "I forgot the number" I weakly mumbled into the phone "ah, already fried your brain. ¿Eres un idiota ahora o que?" (Are you an idiot now or what?) I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek "no pa" I replied "¿entonces que?"(so then what?) I wiped my eyes and shrugged "I don't know...I was just-I don't know" he scoffed

"It's because of the boy. That boy that you didn't want to tell me about." My mouth gaped open for a second as I tried to figure out what to say "N-no-I mean a little but-it's not just that Pá" he scoffed "you break up with a boyfriend and all of a sudden, you want to start acting,como si estuvieras loca."(like you're crazy) I choked back a sniffle "no-" but he wasn't letting me finish. "What happen?"

"I was-I am hurting! I didn't know what to do so I-i just started having a few drinks and I was ok; they were helping." My voice wobbled as I spoke, tears and regret changing how I sounded "I had it under control...but then I got a hold of the special k, I thought I'd be ok-I'd be able to handle it so I just started sniffing again and I-I don't know...I just couldn't stop" I took in a sharp breath "Juan says the whole school knows. You're making us look bad. You can't run around crying and yelling just because you're feelings are hurt!"

He continued to yell over and over again how he wasn't having it. That this was to be my last time having a breakdown in public like that. He said other people in the gang had whispered to the rest of the cartel what was happening and everything was getting back to him. "This is unacceptable. You were not raised like this! You were taught how to handle things like this!" He shouted, my tears ran hotter, my temper getting shorter "Well I don't know what to do anymore!" I shouted back. I heard something slam on the other end "You go and fix your makeup! it's just a breakup!"