Hermosa Asesina

twelve

"Marcello Fucking Hernandez! Cock block of the year right there bud! When it's appropriate to do so, I'm gonna fucking throw you into a river, Hijo de puta!" I yell at him pacing back and forth. So close, she was on top of me, and that little fuck ruined all of it.

"Oh! I'm sorry! If I knew you planned to fuck her I would have intervened earlier!" Marcello yelled. Marcello has never given a fuck about what girls I've been with. Why was he so concerned about her?

"Sabes quien es su puto hermano?" I stopped pacing and looked face forward at him. "Kaden esta jodidamente loco! He'll kill anyone who fucks with him or his family. Y, con las tensiones creciendo entre nosotros y el, follar con su hermana es una estupidez!" I stared at Marcello shaking my head at every word he said.

"Marcello, when have I ever given a fuck about Kaden! His threats are empty, he won't do shit. No hara nada con su hermana pequena en el medio." Marcello planted his face in his hands and cursed in Spanish.

"You're willing to take that chance. If his threats aren't empty then what are we gonna do, huh? All because you think nothing's gonna come of it?"

"She isn't even in contact with him-"

"Whose to say Tatum isn't? Who says, one day she wants to tell her brother. Then what do we do, huh? Santiago, you are the smartest man I've ever met, but if you fuck her and word gets around, you will be the stupidest sack of shit in the world." I've never seen Marcello this angry before. He was already upset about letting her in, but now with her shooting me, he sees it as intentional. But, he wasn't there to see why she did it, I've tried to make him understand, but he sees all "red flags".

Marcello stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"And I can see your fucking boner!" He says walking back and opening the door before slamming it again.

Oh shit, I forgot that was there.

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Madeline

When I arrived home Tatum was asleep on the couch. My eyes met the numerous chips and candy wrappers on the floor.

What the fuck.

I paced over to him and put my head to his chest to make sure he was breathing. When I felt his chest rise, I slapped the shit out of him.

His eyes winced and his throat made a weird grunt sound.

"Tatum, what the fuck? There is no goddamn reason for you to be eating all this fucking sugar! Have you checked your levels?" I yelled. He groaned getting up and rested his head in his hand.

"I needa throw up." He gets up pacing to the bathroom. I run to his room to find his needles and vials. Once I found the box, I noticed that there was barely any left.

How the fuck is he running out so fast?

I filled the needle with the needed Insulin and ran over to the bathroom. I also made sure to grab his blood sugar meter.

I ran over to him while his head was in the toilet and grabbed his index finger, pricking it and putting it on a tab for the meter.

The meter read nine.

Nine!

"You need to go to the hospital Tatum," I whisper as his vomit fills the toilet.

"I-" he says spitting in the toilet. "No Mad... Maddie. I, no. Bill." He rests his head on the seat before throwing up more. I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial 9-1-1. I hurry and tell the operator to send an ambulance. I'm not worried about the bill, I'm worried about my brother.