Jumped In ~ Oscar Diaz (Active)

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Minnie

"Mrs. Diaz," I call out to her. This time i don't get shushed, instead i get a quiet groan.

"Mija."

The sound of rustling chains fills the empty space. I sit up straighter to look at her through the darkness.

She's sat with her back against the damp basement wall.

"You have to be quiet," she whispers softly. If the basement wasn't so quiet I wouldn't be able to hear her.

"If they wanted us dead," I slowly crawl towards her but the chains i'm attached to don't let me get too far, "we'd be dead."

She lets out a deep sigh and then the silence stretched before she speaks again, "Minnie. I've been here for years, I know that. But, just because they want kill us doesn't mean they won't hurt us. Cause they can and they will. It's better to just be quiet."

"Be quiet?" I asked slightly annoyed by her answer, "No offense Mrs. Diaz but no. I'm not just going to be quiet. We need to find a way out of here."

Just as I finish speaking, the door opens with a big creak making me jump. Light feeds into the room from the staircase leading upstairs. I use my arm to protect my eyes from the light as someone walks into the basement.

"Minnie?" The familiar voice makes me freeze.

"Dre?"

I watch as he quickly runs over to me and starts trying to undo the chain attached to my ankle.

"Stop," I tell him, the way he's trying to take it off, i already tried but he keeps trying, "Stop. Dre- Stop!"

He finally drops the chain and stands up with his hands on his head.

"I'm sorry Minnie, I didn't know they were going to do this or I would've stopped them."

His voice is full of remorse and panic, he crouches back down beside me and tries tearing the chain from the wall. It doesn't budge.

I sigh at the sight of him struggling, debating on letting him continue to struggle. I decide not to and reach out grabbing his arm, "Dre they have a key."

"Yea," he nods frozen under my touch, "a key i can't get to right now and if i don't bring you home now, Spooky's gonna kill me."

"Spooky?" Mrs. Diaz speaks up from the other side of the room.

"Oscar," I correct them softly.

There's a small gasp that escapes Mrs. Diaz and I can hear her quietly spewing a prayer in Spanish.

"Listen," Dre springs to his feet and starts looking around the dark basement, "I don't have much time. If I don't bring you back Spook's gonna come here and kill everyone. He wants a war now."

"What? Dre you can't let him do that Freeridge will turn into a blood bath."

"What do you think i'm doing Minnie?" Dre snapped at me.

I raise my eyebrows at him, my eyes following him as he frantically searches the basement. Probably for a tool or something.

"Excuse me? You're the reason we're in this mess."

"No actually i'm not. I'm in the same situation you're in i'm just not the Freeridge Princess. If you had just married me this would've never ha-"

I cut him off not letting him finish, "i didn't want to! You're a Prophet Dre! This is exactly why!"

"No i'm not! I wanted to marry you and LEAVE!" He snapped at me again, this time turning to face me. Silence fills the basement, only the sound of Mrs. Diaz's quiet prayers can be heard.

He lowers his voice once he speaks again, "But you got what you wanted all along. You married Spooky. The deal is broken, and i'm still risking my ass to fucking save you. Everything that happened between us was real Minnie."

I sat there quietly, my brows furrowed together as I watch him. I can tell he's being honest, if he was a prophet he'd be awful at it cause he genuinely can't lie. I don't know how that happened with his family being who they are.

"I love you Minnie," his words catch me off guard making my body tense momentarily, "so just shut up and let me try to fix this."

He goes back to searching the basement. He finds something that looks kind of like a pickaxe and walks towards me, he immediately starts hitting the chains rusty spots over and over again watching them chip away.

I glance down at the wedding ring on my finger. Did I make the right choice or was I just acting out of spite and anger?