Saga's Revenge

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K SO I KNOW THIS PART IS A LITTLE BORING...MOSTLY FILLER...BUT HOPEFULLY DRAMA WILL ENSUE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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The next few days were a blur. So many people in and out of our house. It wasn’t like this when mama died. She’d been an orphan and an only child. We didn’t bother to have a funeral. We just had her cremated. I was so young then, only 6. My dad left shortly after that.  He kissed my forehead and said “Estaré de vuelta. Estar en la casa*.” Then he was gone. Two days later uncle Gavin came to see how his brother was holding up. Instead he found me on the floor in the kitchen trying to get Tito to stop crying. He cleaned us up and from then on, he’d taken care of us. My dad showed up about a week later. Uncle Gavin beat him up and told him never to come near us. Uncle Gavin was all we had. Now he was gone.  I hadn’t been sleeping much. The nightmares kept me up. Tito hadn’t been the same either. Even though I’d told him to stay in bed, he’d followed me in the living room and seen GG’s lifeless body on the floor. I tried to shield his eyes but it was too late. That’s a scene neither of us would ever forget. That image would haunt me for years to come.  I sat on my bed and looked down at the floor. I was supposed to be deciding which shoes to wear to the funeral, but I couldn’t seem to focus on that. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were all puffy and my hair didn’t look as good as when uncle Gavin did it. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Tito opened the door and peeked in before I could answer. “Sorry I didn’t wait Sagi”, he said, pouting. He couldn’t say my name right to save his life. I laughed and pulled him into my lap. “It’s Sa-Ga little man and its ok. Where are your shoes?” I asked. “In the living room with the lady. She told me to get out before I could put them on.” he replied frowning. I wanted to tell him F that lady but I held my tongue. My aunt Juanita was my uncle Gavin’s half-sister. She had moved in our house the day after the shooting. She’d always loved my mother’s house so she jumped at the opportunity. I could barely stand her. She was loud, mean, and she always smelled funny. “It’s ok baby”, I told him, kissing his cheek. “I'll get them for you, but first help me decide which shoes to wear”. He looked at my dress then at the shoes then at me. “Umm Sagi maybe you should just go barefoot.” he replied stifling his laughter. I gasped and threw him on the bed. “You don’t like my shoes? The tickle monster is gonna get you for that one!” I said, tickling him all over. He shrieked with joy and I smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. My door swung open and Aunt Juanita stood there with her hands on her fat hips. “Stop all that fucking screaming! Get your shoes on so we can get to the damn church” she yelled and stormed out. I got up and slid my shoes on, no longer caring which ones looked best. I felt Tito tug at my dress. I looked down and seen his eyes were filled with tears. “No grito, bebé, va a estar bien.” I said picking him up. “But she scares me, sissy” he said in between sobs. “Te voy a proteger” I assured him. I wiped away his tears and grabbed his hand. “Now let’s go get your shoes, little man.” He sniffed and followed. I found his shoes and sat down to help him put them on. “Do that shit in the car, we gotta go”, Aunt Juanita ordered storming outside. I fought back tears the entire way to the church but once we pulled up I couldn’t fight them anymore. There were so many people there to pay their respects. All his friends, neighbors and even my other aunts had shown up. Aunt Juanita mustve spotted them too. “Damn spics. Should’ve stayed their burrito eatin asses wherever the fuck they were” she grumbled. She was the oldest of the five and she hated all her siblings, except Uncle Gavin. Mainly because they were all mixed and she wasn’t. My grandmother married a Puerto Rican man after Juanita’s daddy left. They all spoke fluent Spanish and had beautiful skin and hair. The girls were also a lot smaller in size than her. As soon as they seen us get out of the car, they rushed over to greet us. “Oh you guys have gotten so big!” one of the women said. Tito and I just stared at her. She smiled and introduced herself. “I’m your tia Rosa and this is my twin, your tia Maria.” The other lady just smiled. I could tell she’d been crying. I heard Aunt Juanita clear her throat from behind us. “Hi sis “, they both said. Maria went to hug her and Aunt Juanita held up her hand. “Don’t touch me bitch. You already know I don’t like yo ass.” she said loud enough for people standing nearby to hear. Tia Rosa grabbed her twins hand as she started to cry. “Juanita you need to grow up. We’re at our brothers’ funeral. Whatever you’re mad about, get over it.” she spat before walking away. We followed them into the church just as people were starting to view the body. When it was finally my turn, I grabbed Tito’s hand and slowly walked up. My whole body went cold. He looked so...dead. There was no glow in his skin. No smile on his face. He was just there. I felt Tito shudder beside me. On our way to sit down I felt my knees go weak and before I knew what was happening, I passed out. By the time I came to, I was laying in Aunt Rosa’s lap while Tito rubbed my hair. I sat up and looked around. Everyone was listening to the pastor preach about how we should rejoice in Uncle Gavin’s death. I zoned out until it was over. We said our goodbyes and headed home. I could hear Aunt Juanita crying quietly and Tito had fallen asleep. My stomach growled loudly and Aunt Juanita looked at me in the rearview. “I know. I’m hungry too. I’ll fry some chicken when we get back to the house” she said turning into the driveway. “ooh with some mashed potatoes and’ she trailed off. “Well I’ll be damned”, she said turning the car off. I followed her gaze to the front steps. Then I saw him. Struggling to stand up straight and half smiling. I was screaming before I could stop myself. I could’ve sworn Uncle Gavin was standing on our porch…

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Authour’s Note-

        Estaré de vuelta. Estar en la casa = I’ll be back. Stay in the house.

         No grito, bebé, va a estar bien = Don’t cry baby. You’ll be fine

         Te voy a proteger = I’ll protect you.