Three days without Ricky and they have yet to find his killers. I'm about to go find them myself in a minute. Te lo juro por mi madre.
It's better than sitting in my room, listening to music, and smoking my thoughts away. Well is it realllly?
I've been thinking about Aiya a lot. Letting me just pop up at her house and being so generous with me made me fall for her more than I already have.
She's one of the few people who have ever seen me cry. I don't know why but she just makes me feel so comfortable. She's a sweetheart, not a bad bone in her body it seems.
A vibration in my lap pulls me out of my thoughts and I look down, grabbing my phone to see who's texted me. After seeing who it is I shake my head and swipe the message away.
Standing up, I let out one of those good stretches and leave my room.
When I do I run into my mom coming out of the bathroom.
"Tú bueno mi hijito?" She says placing a hand on my arm and I nod, giving her a weak smile.
I wonder what Aiya is doing right now.
She crosses my mind a lot. Seems like she's all I fucking think about and that's so bad. Because of that I try to keep some distance between us. Don't wanna get too close and she ends up playing me whole time, better to be safe than sorry.
She seems genuine though, she feels genuine. Like an actual angel. My saint.
When I make it downstairs I see my dad watching TV on the couch.
"Yo, hola padre." I greet him as I lean onto the back of the couch, looking at the TV to see he's watching a football game.
"What's up?" He responds without looking. My dad works like all the time, so he's out more and talks to people which has improved his english over the years way more than my mom's.
My mom did grow up in Mexico though, then my dad came from the Dominican Republic and after they had Maria they moved to America. Hence why my mom's english isn't as good as his but she tries.
"I'm leaving out." I tell him and he turns to look at me.
"Where?" He questions with a furrow of his eyebrows.
