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(𝐒𝟐) 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏 (𝐩𝐭, 𝟏/𝟐)

May be long chapter.

TW; Will contain sensitive topics that include family issues, and slight mention of violence, and maybe a bit more.

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𝟑ʳᵈ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 up in Mexico can be a bit difficult. There are tons of stuff that are unfair in Mexico and in the world in general. There's too much of a long list to it.

Little (Your name) wasn't favorited but wasn't exactly hated by her mother. She knew that. Despite that, both of her parents tried to show her and her siblings a bit of affection.

Her dad does give her affection when he's around. But, he isn't around often and usually only focuses on his work.

Her mother of course prioritized her brothers more. Most of her brothers disregard or belittled her because of that.

Most but not all. Her only older brother, Mateó always tried to include her in everything he could. He always made sure to check up on her.

He was usually there when she needed him. He always made sure to tell her were he went if he went out.

Well, until he one day he didn't even show up home. One would assume that of course, surely, nothing bad could happen while he was gone right?

How wrong one can be.

Flashback to S1, Episode 44

𝟏ˢᵗ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

"Good, now, (Your name) you can explain what Barron said." Ashlyn tells me. I nod and take a deep breath. "Okay.. well.."

𝐌𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐎, 𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓; 4 YEARS AGO.

I was going about my day as i was walking home. School wasn't the most interesting thing. I was just hoping my mom didn't get a phone call from the school saying i got into a slight fight with another of my classmates.

Once i reach my house i open the front gate and begin walking up the staircase. I yawn and reach the front door. I open it.

The first thing i see was my mom with my brother José, her arms crossed over her chest. I knew she got the phone call from the school.

"¡¿Tú que te crees, que tú puedes estar en peleas con niños?! ¡Eres una niña! ¡Tú no puedes estar peliando otros niños!" She yelled at me.

Translation; "What do you think, that you can cause fights with boys?! You're a girl! You can't be fights with other boys!"

I stay quiet for a moment as my anger builds up slightly. I clench my fist together. "¡¿Y por qué no?! ¡Solo porque yo soy niña no quiere dicer nada! ¿Que quieras que yo hiciera? ¿Que los deje molestar me? ¡Yo no voy dejar que me hacen eso mamá!" I try to reason with her as i raise my voice.

Translation; "And why not?! Just because i'm a girl doesn't mean anything! What did you want me to do? Just let them mess with me? I'm not going to let that happen mom!"

My mom looked furious. "¡Las niñas no deben estar peleando! ¿Tu que sabes de peleando? ¡Puedes estar en el hospital porqué estabas peleando! ¡Porqué no entiendes eso!"