The Amazons

Chapter II

"Estúpido!"

I had never heard a word so many times in an hour.

"¿Por qué demonios hiciste eso? ¡Idiota! ¡No puedo creer que hagas algo tan estúpido! Nos alejábamos y solo tenias comenzar una pelea ¿no? ¿Quién puso esa idea en tu cabeza eh? ¿Era Jean? Sabía que era una mala influencia. Eso es todo, no vamos a ir a la fiesta esta noche."

Reina lectured me on and on and I started to get the gist of what it was like to be a kid in an immigrant family. I tried to process her angry flow of words as she feverently bandaged my arm and cleaned my face, but I couldn't keep up with her castellano through her thick Cuban accent.

I opened my mouth to try to get a word in but Reina just kept talking. My hand throbbed from how tight she wrapped the bandages.

After a few minutes Reina cooled down a bit. I pointed out my hand just as I started losing feeling in my fingertips. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly unwrapped and gently rewrapped my hand; my fingers slowly regained their normal color.

"Wait, you're not serious about not going to the party right?"

Reina sighed and rubbed her temples. I slumped off the side of the bed and took her hand, looking hopefully into her eyes.

"We can go," she sighed.

I smiled softly and lifted her head with a finger. I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry for starting a fight mi amor. Call me overprotective, but..." My jaw clenched and I shut my eyes. "I don't know, I wasn't going to stand for him throwing you around like some worthless-"

"Shhhh." A hand trailed up my neck and rested on my cheek. "Morgan, please do not go starting fights over me."

"Reina-"

"Please," she whispered. Her brows furrowed slightly and her deep brown eyes were helpless.

I felt stinging from my right hand as she delicately brushed her thumb over my split knuckles. Something warm dripped onto my bandages. As tears brimmed and spilled over her eyes, I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn't think getting into a fight would matter so much to her, I won; which in my mind was all that mattered. I wasn't that bad off: I had a cut as long as my thumb on my jaw that was already swelling, and my knuckles were busted, but it could've been worse.

"Prepararé la cena." She said quietly.

As she stood, her hair fell over her shoulder and swayed as she walked away. I remembered back in highschool when we met; I'd always looked at it and thought of a horse's mane. When I realized she spoke fluent Spanish I remember calling her caballo, for that she smacked me on the head and that's when I earned my ever-endearing nickname: Pendejo.

I smiled to myself. "Lo siento Reina. Te amo."

A head poked out from the kitchen. "Te amo también. Now get some rest."

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Note: Hello to any awesome people reading! I'm so sorry that this chapter is so short, but the next one will start to pick things up and I didn't want to have to cram it in with this one. I really hope you liked chapter one, and you can look forward to a better (and longer) chapter 3 soon!

                                                                   -Jay