Hood fever | Oscar Diaz

Chapter: 5

August 12th 2018
9:07 pm.

Oscar.

I pulled up to my house.
As soon as I cut off my engine I got a text from Tyla.

Tyla 💋
Why aren't you answering my calls?
I hate when we fight.
I'm sorry.

It was always like this lately.
She was always judging me.
I forgave her for what she said at the party.
But I couldn't just forget what she said earlier today after we left the taco shop.

My parole officer showed up, had questions about the shooting, of course I lied.
Wasn't about to go to jail for murder.
Tyla got upset.

"You never want more out of life then being a murdering ass drug dealing cholo." She said.

She never understood anything.
She grew up in this hood, she knows the game.
But she's always judging me, yet she's the first to ask me for some shit, the first to ask me to scare someone off when it comes to her friends or her sister. She wants to be with this terrible ass cholo that I am when it's good for her.

But when life isn't exactly as she wants.
She cuts me down.
I'm tired of being called a low life, a jail bird.
I got feelings too and she stays hurting them.
I'm tired.

I sighed as I stepped out of my car and walked into my backyard.

The homies were there with Carlito.
He was on his knees as everyone was around him.
Bleeding from his lip and his nose, his eye was swollen. I would have felt bad.
If he wasn't stealing from me.

"Wassup fool?" I said as I smoked my cigarette.

"Spooky, I'm sorry I just needed the extra cash for my daughter she needs diapers an"

" do you not get paid?" I asked.
He looked at me through his good eye.
"Answer me." I said.

He nodded, "yes you pay me." He said.

"Money don't come easy, this ain't Brentwood, this is the Hood , this is freeridge. You taking money from all of our pockets, if I'm short everyone's short, you ain't the only one in Los Santos with a kid to feed." I said glaring at him.

"Thing is, this ain't the first time you pocketed more than your cut, this the first time your bitch ass got caught." I said.

He started crying.

If I let him go I look weak.
I didn't want to be the reason a little girl was without a dad.
I knew all too well what it was like to lose my parents

I bent down and pulled Carlito's face so he was facing me.

"You're going to get me back my money, you're going to pay back all the shit you stole, if you steal from me again. You're done." I said.

"Thank you for giving me another chance spooky." He cried. I shook my head.

"It's not for you, it's for Maria." I said glaring at him.
"She didn't ask to be here, she didn't ask for a bitch ass daddy like you or her drugged out mom. You do right by that little girl and by your mother for raising her or I'm going to fucking kill you." I said.