My Best Kept Secret (MBFF Sequel)

Chapter 12

Hermione

Oscar came in as soon as visitation hours started and he seemed to be tense. He stood at the door as if he were waiting for my permission to come inside. "Quit playing around and come inside." I spoke in a soft voice with a light smile. I knew he was going to be different but I never thought it would be this extreme of a change. He walked with grace across the room to sit in the chair beside my bed. He acted as if he were on thin ice trying to balance his emotions in front of me. I could actually feel the tension in the air he brought with him, looming over him like a dark cloud and spreading though out the room. The tv show that was playing quietly seemed to fade into a dull buzz in the background of my mind. "Hermione, we need to talk." He almost whispered like he was ashamed of himself. "Oscar if you're upset with yourself you need to stop right now." I tried to continue but he held his hand up telling me to stop speaking. "When you're cleared to leave the hospital things are going to change. You'll be sent to live in Brentwood with your Abuelita and you won't be coming back to Freeridge." He stated making my heart feel like it was going to collapse.

"You can't just get rid of me Oscar! Freeridge is my home!" I screeched at him. "We're not arguing about this Hermione. I talked to your Abuelita before you even can out of surgery and she agreed with me. We both think that you aren't safe here anymore." He spoke making a lump form in my throat. "Oscar I'm not leaving Cortez! I'm not leaving Freeridge! And I'm not leaving you!" I almost screamed trying to hold back my frustration. "It's not up to you anymore. Mione, you were almost killed because of your affiliation with The Santos! I almost got you killed! I almost got my son killed! I can't let you stay here knowing that I'm the reason you could've died Hermione!" He fought back making me want to punch him out of anger. "So you mean to tell me I have no say so in the matter, that you and my Abuelita sat down without me and discussed my living situation without putting my feelings into consideration?" I asked trying to pleed my case to him but I knew it was falling on deaf ears.

"I need you to listen to me okay. You are going to live in Brentwood with your Abuelita and Cortez. Once the school year is over you will apply to school outside of the state and when you get accepted into one, you and your Abuelita will go and never come back. Cortez will be applying to out of state schools as well." He told me as if I was going to just go along with this wacked out plan he's somehow came up with. "Oscar you can't be serious. You really want to send me away like I'm nothing to you? You just plan on shipping Tez and I out of our home because of a school shooting?" I asked trying to wrap my mind around this wild situation. I could feel myself starting to panic but I didn't know why, I couldn't stop my breathing from picking up and tears to well up in my eyes, my hands going clammy as I pressed them into my chest. "Oscar. I can't breathe. I'm having. A panic. Attack." I stated between ragged breaths. "Hey hey, it's okay." Oscar spoke jumping up and sliding between my back and the bed. "Lean back and hold my hands." He spoke softly in my ear as he pressed my back into his chest and took my hands from my chest. "Close your eyes and rest your head on me." He pulled his left hand from mine before placing it on my forehead before grabbing my hand again. "Baby I need you to focus on my breathing okay, try to match your breathing with mine." He whispered in my ear causing me to become hyper focused on him. Closing my eyes I could really focus on his chest rising and falling against my back helping me calm down slowly. "You're going to be fine Mione, I just need you to breathe for more okay. Don't worry about anything else; just breathe with me. In and out." He whispered again as I felt his thumbs rubbing the tops of my hands.

After a while I could feel the panic in my body slowly fall away as I fell into a peaceful rest. I wasn't asleep but I could feel it creeping it's way up my body like a slow growing wildfire. "Hermione?" Oscar spoke making me snap back into the real situation that was at hand once again. "I'm not taking Tez with me if you aren't coming with us. He won't have it and neither will I." I stated still resting my head on his chest with my eyes closed. "That's not an option Hermione, it never was. I can't just leave Freeridge. I'm the leader of Los Santos, they'd have to kill me if I wanted to leave."He explained making my heart ache for him. "So you just want me to take your child with me to a better town because you don't want him in gang like, yet you'll also sit here in my face knowing we want you there with us." I stated wanting him to realize how messed up the situation sounds. "I can't leave Hermione, I don't get to have that oppertunity but, if I can give it to my son and his best friend I'm going to make sure that it happens. My father didn't give me a choice and I refuse to do the same thing to my son. I'm also not going to drag you down this road with me, you don't deserve that at all. So you and Tez are going to pack your things and go to Brentwood like I told you." He stated before getting up from behind me before walking towards the door. "I'll be back, I'm going to grab us some food. Do you need anything else while I'm out?" He seemed to act more of a leader to me than my best friends father, I couldn't understand his sudden mood swing. "Just the food and some horchata is fine, thank you." I stated in a monotone voice and not a single smile.

I felt absolutly defeated as I looked out of the hospital window that overlooked my little town of Freeridge. I was going to miss the culture, the people, the Los Santos tags scattered all about, and the smell of tacos thick in the air. My heart was slowly breaking but what killed me most watching Oscar's red Impala pull into the parking lot and him bringing a large brown bag towards the entrance. Know these were going to be some of our last few days together made my heart feel like it was being ripping out of my chest. I was quick to turn the smile back on at he made his way back into my room; handing me the brown paper sack. "Thank you Oscar." I spoke with a small smile playing on my lips hoping I was hiding my anger well.

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A/N

~Hey everyone, I just thought I'd reach out and thank you all for waiting for a new chapter. Things have gotten pretty wild for me personally but I should be able to get a lot more writing down now that things have calmed down. Thank you all again for your paitence and I am forever grateful for you all. This book is very hard for me to write because I wasn't planning on a sequel when I first started this series but I'd do anything to make my readers happy. <3 Thank you again!