On the Plus side

Company

"I don't know what to do Jesus, I mean he hurt me and we aren't even together. How could I let him have that much power over me? I'm so stupid." I whispered letting a few tears fall on Jesus baby blue Nike sweatshirt.

We were outside at this park laying along the grass. My head graced his soft sweat shirt as we spoke on the topic of love.

He has yet to tell me his side, I've been talking the whole time and everytime I try to switch it to his turn he flips it right back on my ass.

"Your not stupid, you just need to slow down alittle bit that's all. You want a fairytale and that's not bad but you need to be a realist." He spoke softly while running his hands through my tresses.

His voice may have been soft but the words cut through me like a knife. He's right I need to slow it down a bit and coast.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him. I heard his stomach growl at the sound of hunger.

Now that I notice, I just started to get hunger pangs. I was craving alittle Mexican food so I decided to take Jesus to the place Justin showed me.

It was in walking distance away from my home and centineal park so why not ?

I got off the ground and dusted my pants off while he did the same and when he finished wiping off his jeans I looped my arm in his and I lead the way.

My white sandals I had on where no joke as I tried to keep up with Jesus. He seemed very anxious every time I mentioned food.

I could understand though, after being on the harsh streets of Mexico I thought he would have died by now but thankfully he hasn't.

"Jesus can you slow down a tad." I pleaded almost out of breath. His head snapped towards me and he grabbed my hands with a sorrowful look.

"I'm sorry Oya, it's just that.... You know with my past and all I just didn't eat much." He laughed trying to make it funny but I took that serious.

My face showed no amusement at his own cruel joke. I grabbed his hand and sped walked to the restaurant after hearing those words come from his mouth.

If anything my father taught me he made sure to let me know food is a must. It's fuel for your body and if you don't have none you better find some. So I was going to stock up my house with all types of food so Jesus would never have to feel that way.

We walked through the double doors of the entrance hoping there wasn't a line but we saw something much worse.

Guns were drawn towards Isabel and her kids with men who had mask on. They have yet to notice us and the restaurant was empt besides the 7 of us.

"Call 911 Jesus." I whispered as fast as I could. I handed him my phone and he took it with no hesitation and did as I asked.

I was about to do something that would put me in the grave or on the wall of fame in this bitch.

I raised my gun out of my jeans towards the two masked men and made my voice as confident as possible.

"Put the weapons down, I am a detective warning you to put your weapons down or you'll be getting a lot more then a bullet in both of you asses." My voice bellowed.

Their faces couldn't be seen as they shot there eyes in my direction. If I could shit right now is be having the runs.

"You heard me muthafucka put the got damn gun down." I yelled getting frustrated. They must think I'm bluffing.

I shot one on the leg and the other in the arm. Both of the guns dropped as they yelped in pain.

I can't believe I just did that oh my god ! Wait I don't remember pulling the trigger. The men ran out of the back of the restaurant quickly.