PART ONE:
"Left in Mexico at age of 12 to only get traffic out to a family who need a nanny, maid and husband needed a ...... well I made it out to only land in Texas at 17 into arms of a woman who thinks am her missing daughter to only have her rip...
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I was on the floor as the man of my dreams arms wrap around me. For the first time in forever peaceful sleep finally came.
I'm standing there facing two other women, what seems to be a Mexican standoff with guns pointed at each other heads. As my arms extend forward with the cooling gold guns in my hands don't seem like the usual black guns I carry. These seem to be special with the image of the Virgin Mary.
Trying not to stare too long at the unusual pieces in front of me instead, I stare at the two women in front of me and feeling of familiarity runs in my mind, do I know them?
Trying to get the scent in and noises in the outside world but there was fucking nothing no scent no noises just fucking heart pounding is all I fucking hear.
Normally as much as I've held guns and taken tons of lives with them, not once did I feel the strain it's leaving my muscles. They twitch and ready for me to give up but I can't, its mine life or theirs.
I'm trying to keep my composure, "Fucking do something bitches."
Two women standing there with black metal of guns aiming right to my fucking head, all that flashes on my mind is the blue eyes that haunt me every day of my miserable life.
"Hoy, es el dia que mueras, perra, Today is the day you die, bitch," Says the woman to my right side wearing an expensive couture black suit with slick black hair in a ponytail, everything about her looks is Ceo meets the Devil in Prada.
"Hoy tambien es el dia te envian al infierno, Today the day I will see you in hell." the brunette to my left says as she has dark circles under her eyes with ripped clothing showing more skin than covering, she's more bone than skin.
As I look harder I notice one thing about these women in front me is... BOOM! Darkness comes....
"Mariposa?!wake up! Are you okay?" I wake with sweat on my face, those blue looking right into my soul. "What time isn't?" I ask out of fear of wasting time and hoping he doesn't ask any more questions. "It's two am, maybe we should go check on the kids and get some food?" He lets go of a small smile, always thinking of others, "Sure."
