A lovestory between a girl and Armando. Its about a brave sweet girl who wants to take revenge for what happened. She lives a good life in the USA and has a lot of passion for everything she does.
And all of suddon one man is becoming a big part of...
I dragged Mike to the edge of the floor. "Who are you." I asked him. "I told you." He said. "Liar." I said back. I kicked a the railing in to the fire below and grabbed him again. "Last chance. Who are you." "Ask your mother." Mike said as he looked behind me where my mother stood. I looked at her in shock. "¿Es cierto lo que dice? (Is it true what he says)" I asked my mother with fear in my eyes, scared for her answer. "No importa, el no significa nada para ti. (It is not important. He's nothing to you)" She said back. I didn't believe her and gave her an another chance to answer me with the truth. "Quien es? (Who is he)" I asked her again while Mike shouted at her "Tell him." My mother started muttering some shit. I grabbed Mike and placed his face besides my own face. "Es el mi papa? (Is he my father)" She was still muttering something, trying to avoid the question I asked her. I lost my patience with her. "IS HE MY FATHER?" I shouted at her. "Yes." She said, what left me in complete shock. I let go of Mike and took a step back. "Kill him." My mother ordered me. Mike was standing next to me and I stared at him for a moment, not believing what just came out of my mother's mouth. I turned to my mother but before I knew it she aimed a shot towards Mike. Out of a reflex I stepped forward, what made the bullet hit me, instead of Mike. I felt that Mike catched me, because I almost fell to the ground. I glanced at my mother but without a doubt she tried to fire a shot at Mike again. But this time a shot was fired at her before she could pull the trigger. I watched how many more bullets got shot in to my mother's body and saw her body fall down into the fire. She was death. That was her faith.
End of flashback
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I stood there staring at the person in the doorway. "Ven aqui. (Come here)" the person said to me. I didn't move. I was still in shock, not believing my own eyes. "Armando." I heard Alina behind me trying to get my attention. I finally had the courage to say anything. "¿Mamá?" I asked the woman in front of me, who looked exactly like my mother. "Mi hijo. Ven a mí. (My son. Come to me)" she said to me as she walked slowly towards me. I stepped back, out of fear not knowing if I saw a ghost right now or a literal person. I turned around and tried to walk away as fast as I could to avoid the situation. As I walked away I heard the woman shouting my name a few times, but I ignored it. I did not want to believe my eyes. I know what I saw that day in our home. She felt straight into the fire. She got shot so many times. She couldn't survive that? Or could she?
— Alina's POV
I do think now that all that dark magic of her, let her came back to life or something. How was this even possible. Was that dream a sign? Did she send that dream. I don't even know a thing about those things she does. But it kind of makes sense, if even this situation makes sense.
I stood there looking at his mother even when Armando walked away. "Alina, dile que lo amo. (tell him that I love him)" Isabel said to me. I didn't even mind to ask how she knew my name. She is La Bruja. She got her ways I guess. I nodded and walked away from her. I stopped for a moment and turned back to her. "Estará bien. Él va a hablar contigo. Lo sé con seguridad. (He will be okay. He's gonna talk to you. I know that for sure)" I told her to comfort her a little bit. "Eres buena para el. (You're good for him)" she said to me as she gave me a smile and walked away. I smiled by the thought that his mother thought of me that way. As I walked back to the car I noticed Armando sitting in there with tears falling down his face. He is probably so confused right now. Not believing what he saw, thinking about all those years mourning over her "death". His emotions are for sure going a little crazy right now.
I sat down in the car and tried to comfort him. I know there was no way of comforting him right now, but I tried. "You wanna go?" I asked him trying to get him a little distracted. "We should look for a place to sleep yeah." He said as he started the car and drove away. "How do you feel Armando?" "You saw it right? She's alive. How can she be alive? I saw her get shot, I watched her fall down into the fire. How can she even be here right now." He looked at me with a worried look. "Am I losing my mind Alina. Tell me." I sighed and stroke his arm. "No, you're alright. I saw her too. Take your time to process it. It's gonna be okay." "Do I need to tell Mike?" He asked me. "I don't think you should do that right away. But promise me you'll tell him. It's kind of a big deal that she is alive you know." He nodded. Probably already knowing that if he doesn't tell him, that I'm gonna tell him.
We arrived at a motel Armando picked for us. It looked very nice and well cleaned. "You should get some sleep." I said to him. I noticed how tired he was of today. He has been on the road for a long time and also the situation with his mother probably drained him. "Are you gonna lay down with me?" He asked me as he already made his way to bed. I layed down beside him. "Are you going to talk to her?" "I want to. But, I still haven't forgive her for all the lies she told me in my whole life. Even after I thought she died. I never forgave her. It was easier to forget about it and move on when she was.." He paused for a second. "I guess not death." "Are you going to ask her about that? About her reasons why she hide the truth from you?" "Yeah. I know Mike now. He is not a bad guy. Even if he betrayed her. She was not a good person back then. I understand that he did what he had to do. I just don't understand why my mother needed to hide it from me. I did had my doubts as a child. Seeing pictures of her husband, wondering why I didn't look that much like him. But as a child you don't understand how everything works, so I never looked further into it." "I do think she will tell you everything. But I think both you and her need time for that." I said to him to comfort him a little. He didn't had any more trust in his mother, what I get. Even now, she has lied to him once again. I wonder why she didn't reach out to him right away. It's been 4 years. She had 4 years long to reach out. When he was on the run, she knew he was out of jail, she could have take her chance, but she didn't. I do believe her when she says she loves him. But her way of love is just not what love is supposed to be. "She told me to tell you that she loves you." I said to him with a little smile, hoping to cheer him up. "If she did, she would have reached out to me sooner." He said back, not believing the words of his mother.
*note* Sooooo I thought how funny it would be if Isabel is in this story. I loved her character in the third movie so much, even after what she did. Also love the actress, can't hate on Kate del Castillo.
I will not make Isabel a softie, she stays the badass she already is, but I will try to let her be a better mom to Armando.
