Once A Bad Boy (He's A Bad News Sequel)

18: Run

Erick's POV

I heard Joel called for my name so I turned my head to look at him. He doesn't look pleased. I don't know what's bothering him so I asked him what's wrong.

"What's wrong? You don't have the right to ask me that!" he yelled at me. Why is he suddenly mad at me?

"Bro, I don't understand. What have I done wrong?" I asked. Then I noticed what he's holding. A gun. This doesn't feel good. Nothing involving a gun is good.

He looked away, taking a deep breath before he shot his glare on me with his teary eyes. I had no idea of what's going on, and this is scaring me.

"There's no point of asking you. You don't even remember." he mumbled while rubbing his temple. "But you killed my brother!" he point the gun at me.

His act triggered something at the back of my mind. I remembered getting shot. A gun fight. The sound of people screaming. Juan's night club. Magia.

Mexican dogs. Juan's voice playing in my head. It's dull, the scene that I just recalled. But it feels real. I was too focused to remind myself about it when I felt my arm clutched by Joel.

I was awoken from the thought. Joel is piercing his dead eyes on me. The eyes I've never seen worn by Joel Pimentel before. It's full of rage. Grudge.

"Lucky for you, I'm nothing like you." he hissed at me. "I'm not going to get my hands dirty. At least not before you remember what you've done."

He still keeps the gun pointed at me though. He pushed it under my ribs now. I thought he just said he's not getting his hands dirty. So what is the point of shoving the mouth of the gun onto my body right now?

"Now listen." he says as he moves his mouth close to my ear. "Juan and his guys are watching us right now. Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you before you remember what you've done. But that's not what Juan wants me to do."

I moved my eyes around when she said that. That's when I found the black SUV. Juan must be in there. "So when I say run, you better run. Run for your life. Even when you remember about Emanuel don't even come back. I don't want to see you." he said before he slowly put the gun down.

"Now run!" he pushed me away. Without second thought I lift my foot and start running as fast as I can. Joel starts shooting blindly, I know he missed intentionally. I still don't understand what's going on but it seems like my body is hella scared of the outcomes.

My head has no idea of where I'm heading but my feet are moving on their own. I start crying as I'm moving against the wind. I fear for my life. My bro just pointed a gun on me. He just told me to never come back. He told me I killed someone he cared about.

The next thing I know is that my feet suddenly stopped in an open space. There are stones around me. I'm in a cemetery. The grave in front of me looks familiar.

Camila Fuentes

Cami? This is Cami's grave? So Cami died? They said we broke up. They didn't mentioned that she died. I always wondered about the life I've forgotten. What happened through those years. But today I just knew a too much.

I fall on my knees. I can't believe I'm going to be here. "Camila, what happened?" I asked the dead inside. "I don't know anything anymore. Why did you leave me?" I cried.

Today is so tiring. My mind is tired. I don't care about my life anymore. I just need to shut my eyes. "Tell me what happened in my life, Cami." I said before I dozed off.

As soon as I closed my eyes everything comes back to me. Cami committed suicide because of me. All the girls I fucked to tell myself it wasn't my fault she took her own life. All the people I dealt with while I was working with Juan.

The drugs in small packages. The gig. Running my fingers on the guitar string. Kisses that the girls gave me back stage. And the party.

Cubano. She breathes into my ears. She cling on me. I took her to my room. She gets undressed, but I refused to have sex with her. I can see her face now. Bella.

And suddenly another thought comes crashing in. A knife in my hand, shoved into the abs of a guy. He was panting for short seconds. Then I left him. There's a voice screaming for help. Joel.

Run for your life. Joel's voice wakes me up. I remember now. He's right. I killed Emanuel. I came here, to Cami's grave that night. I was crying here the night I did that.

A lot happened in the passed years. Now I remember them all. Suddenly it feels like every gunshot I've received start to hurt again. The one in my abdomen. At my back. On my arm. On my chest.

The one I've got from Juan for turning my back on him. Now I know why he's coming for me. Now it starts to make sense why he sent Joel to find me and tell him about Emanuel.

He's coming for revenge. And if it's true, Joel was right. I should run for my life. And most importantly, I can't come back to Isabella and Jaime. I have to run for the sake of family's life.