𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒊𝒊. the alvarez's

"I'm not fine, Miguel! My mom— She... She's an addict. And I never told anyone."

tw: mentions of drugs

Arizona was yanked from her peaceful slumber by the piercing screams that echoed through the house. Gasping for breath, she stumbled out of bed, her heart racing with dread. Following the cacophony, she raced downstairs to find her stepfather, John Khan, hurling objects at her younger brother, Diego, who cowered in a corner, arms shielding his face.

"Diego?" Arizona's voice wavered with concern as she rushed to his side, her eyes wide with alarm. The sight before her sent a chill down her spine—a dark aura seemed to emanate from John, filling the air with tension and fear.

As John raised another plate, poised to strike, Arizona's instincts kicked into overdrive. She lunged forward, intercepting the projectile just in time. "What the hell is going on!?" Her voice trembled with a mix of shock and anger as she faced John, her grip tight on the plate.

"Little shit took a hundred dollar bill from my wallet to buy a PS4!" he shouted. John's accusatory tirade pierced the air, and Arizona's gaze flickered to Diego, a pang of disappointment washing over her.

But her focus swiftly returned to John as she confronted him, hands planted firmly on her hips. "There's no reason to throw plates at a fourteen-year-old," she admonished, her voice laced with conviction. "You could've sold the PS4 to get the money back, or he could use his allowance to pay you back!"

"Fine, little shit's paying me back a months worth of allowance," John's response was met with a resigned groan as he leaned on his cane, begrudgingly conceding to Arizona's logic. With a curt demand for restitution, he shuffled toward the door, leaving Arizona and Diego in the wake of the chaos.

Breathing heavily, Arizona turned to her brother, her expression a mix of relief and concern. "Are you okay, Diego?" she asked, reaching out to comfort him. Despite the turmoil, a sense of solidarity filled the room as they stood together, united against the storm that raged within their home.

"I'm going to play golf, clean up the kitchen before I get back and clean your mother up, she threw up in her sleep," Arizona's heart sank as John's words cut through the tense atmosphere, each syllable weighted with frustration and disappointment.

She watched him leave, his form disappearing through the doorway, leaving behind a trail of chaos and unresolved tension.

Turning her attention to her mother, Arizona's heart ached at the sight of her, the telltale band around her elbow a stark reminder of her ongoing battle with addiction. With a heavy sigh, Arizona resolved to clean up the kitchen, steeling herself for the task ahead.

Glancing over at Diego, who sank wearily into a chair at the dining room table, Arizona felt a surge of protectiveness wash over her. She knew she had to be strong for him, just as she always had been.