Changes| on my block

Chapter 13

2021
TW: curse words, s@

Present day

Third person POV

Leslie was sitting on the blacktop and brought her knees to her chest, her friends were playing basketball but she couldn't bring herself to play right now. Like a week ago you found out a gang leader was your dad, and your ex-best friend is your tío

She can't even tell Monse about this, maybe one day she'll come back and the group will come together again. Monse was the only thing keeping the gang together, but she's gone now.

Anyway, Leslie stood up and walked towards the restroom. She felt her chest tightening and she knew she was gonna start crying, and then her friends were gonna start acting like they did care.

Once she went into a stall, the tears started pouring. Her hands started shaking and she leaned against the door, she tried rubbing her face to get rid of the evidence that she was sobbing her eyes out but I guess it's whatever.

Then some girls came into the restroom and were laughing their asses off about some boy who was hella fat and some bitch, I mean he was and he also was spoiled. Leslie covered her mouth to try and muffle the sobs, it was kinda working but the laughing was covering all of it.

She quickly wiped her face with her hoodie and rushed outta the restroom, lowkey she was gonna skip school for the rest of the day because it was a half day so she'd be able to get her backpack from the outside of her class.

A few minutes later

Leslie was walking on the sidewalk of some random neighborhood, she came up to an alleyway and felt like someone was watching her. She's been getting that feeling since the quince, maybe getting shot gives you spider senses?

But she ignored that feeling and continued walking, yet she still had that gut feeling. She gripped her backpack strap tightly and was careful of her surroundings, you live in a city full of gangs and drugs. Why wouldn't you be careful?

Then all of a sudden a hand was covering Leslie's mouth, her eyes widened and she quickly tried to fight back. She kicked around when the person was dragging her to some alleyway, and then a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

"You're Oscar's kid?" Victor mumbled, Leslie's screamed but her voice was muffled by his hand. You know what happened next, I ain't describing this. For more context tho, he didn't do anything and Leslie got away.

Leslie had managed to kick him when he was gonna take off her clothes and she grabbed her backpack and ran, even if she was short she played soccer and other shit so she was fast.

She knew she was getting tired and her legs were gonna give out, but she pushed through and hid behind a bush. Victor hadn't seen her so he gave up looking around, Leslie felt her throat tightening and her chest. Her hands began to shake and she tried to wipe off the feeling of his hands.

Her vision began to blur and tears were begging to come out, she started crying and held herself for confront. This whole year has been terrible, every day since the quince was terrible. It's like she gets stuff added to her life by the second.

Leslie felt numb and her chest tightened hella, she knew this feeling way too well. It was a panic attack, she was ten and going through stuff that normal kids her age don't go through. Her hand instantly went to her chest to calm down.

She imagined Oscar was there with her, yeah even if she didn't like him and he kept an important secret about him being her dad. But he was like the only person who actually understood her, no offense to Lillian but sometimes it felt like she never cared.

Because she wanted her to be in therapy but she never put her in it, Leslie finally started to realize moms don't act like this. Who would let their kids be in an abusive situation, who would choose a man over their own kids?

But that didn't matter right now, Leslie just had to focus on her breathing and don't choke to death. She pretended to hear Oscar's voice telling her everything would be okay, even though it probably wouldn't.

How do people forget this?

Leslie calmed down all of a sudden, it felt like hearing her dad's voice was fixing her problems. Even though he was one of them, she knew she shouldn't tell anyone about this because did I ever mention Victor was a part of the santos?

A week later...

Levi's POV

I started to notice how Leslie started to act weird since this last Wednesday, and also how every one of us mentioned our old step-dad Victor's name. She tenses up, I mean he abused us so I would do the same thing too.

But today I decided to check up on her, she's my baby sister so why wouldn't I? I headed towards her room and her door was halfway open so I pushed it open more, she was lying down on her bed staring at her bracelets.

Somehow she didn't yell at me to get out so I was worried a bit, it felt like the quince all over again. "Odessa, you good?" I asked, Leslie nodded slowly and I could tell the emptiness in her eye. I knew my sister was struggling yet I couldn't tell our mom or she would just push it away.

I moved closer to her bed and sat down on the edge, she didn't react at all, and like I said she would yell at me to get out. I reached out my arms and held her tightly, moment I did that she started bawling her eyes out.

Leslie hugged me back and sobbed into my shirt, it left wet spots on my shirt but it didn't matter. As long as she got everything out then it's fine, I rubbed her back slowly and tried to comfort her as best as I could.

It's not like I haven't done this for my mom, or myself. Sometimes, Owen, he holds everything together though. "It's gonna be okay, I don't know what happened but it will be okay. We don't gotta talk about it but it's fine, I promise..."

I'm gonna start crying, rn bro