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regrets | Oscar

(sorry I haven't been updating! I'm here now lol)

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"Sorry, I don't understand because yo no hablo toro mierda!" You yelled at your boyfriend, Oscar.

(Translation: I don't speak bs) (Also sorry if my Spanish is a lil off)

The two of you were arguing- again.

It was common, but it usually ended quickly. This time you two had being disagreeing for days.

All because of Cesar.

Well, it started with him- but it branched into something more.

You were upset that Oscar allowed Cedar to be initiated into the gang. You knew Cesar was a good kid and that he shouldn't go into that life. Considering you'd been taking care of him since he was 5, you were exetremely protective of him and went into full mama bear mode when you heard the news.

After arguing about Cesar, you let it slip that you wished all of you could move out of Freeridge and leave the Santos gang behind.

"Don't talk to me like that, Y/N!" He growled, his face tense.

"I can do whatever I want, Oscar. Which includes being upset!" You countered.

Oscar rubbed his forehead, getting a migraine.

"Get these stupid ideas out your head! We are stuck here. This is our home. This is our family. Get that inside your head!"

His words struck you deep.

Was wanting a better life for the people you love stupid?

"Wow, I just- wow. Adios." You replied in astonishment, turning in your heel and leaving the front door.

Oscar followed you out the front door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere but here." You shouted back at him, your blood feeling hot.

Storming out the house, the hot California air didn't do much to cool you off.

After awhile you were nearing Prophet territory. At first you hadn't realized it until you started getting stares from some wanna gangsters.

You realized your mistake and quickly turned around. You knew you were recognizable, being claimed by the Spooky.

Unfortunately someone already spotted you.

"Looking fine, sweetcheeks."

The voice gave you shivers and you sped up. You needed to get out of here.

The car matched your face, the driver getting a good look at your face.

"Wait a second, your Spooky's property aren't you. The Santos' Reina. This is just too good. I got some problems with him, I'm sure you can fix it."

"Y/N!"

You saw the signature cherry red car pull up, Oscar in the driver's seat.

The Prophet member noticed this and acted fast. He quickly got out the car, pulling out his gun.

At that moment, you knew things weren't gonna end well.

"Oscar." You whispered, fear courisng through your body.

He nodded and glared at the man holding you gunpoint. "You are going to hand her back to me, unless you want to die."

The man laughed, "I'm the one with leverage here."

He could see through Oscar, he knew how much you meant to him.

"One of your little friends killed my little sister, so now we get even."

The sound of that gunshot will forever be marked in Oscar's mind.

He cried out your name, not caring to chase after the shooter. Instead he picked you up in his arms, tears forming in his brown eyes.

"No, no, no." He whispered, putting pressure on the stomach wound.

You reached out, putting a hand on his cheek.

"Oscar, tell Cesar...he can be something."

"Don't do this, princesa." He cried, calling the ambulance.

"I love you, Oscar." You sputtered out, blood running out the sides of your mouth.

"Keep your eyes open! Hang on!" He begged.

As you slid of consciousness, hearing the sound of ambulance sirens your brain focused on the four words that came out of Oscar's mouth.

"I love you too."