Tattoo Artist | o. diaz

treinta y uno: bitches be bonkers

"Alejandra, get the fuck off of my porch." Oscar demanded blowing the smoke from his blunt out of his mouth as he glared at the girl in front of him.

"No. Tell me why you left me for some random puta." Alejandra crossed her arms, then ducked when Oscar threw a beer bottle at her.

Pulling the blunt from his mouth, Oscar sat up straighter and stared right at who he used to call his girlfriend. "Say some shit about Venus one more time and watch where your body ends up. I don't owe you a damn explanation, so get the fuck off my property before I call your probation officer."

"I'll get you back, Spooky. Your little 'Venus' doesn't know the shit I would do to get her to back off. Tell your little puta to watch her back." Alejandra glared one last time before walking off with the group of friends she came with.

"She won't do shit." Pablo muttered, watching Alejandra walk off with her group of crackheads and prostitutes.

"No offense, but she always bugged the shit out of me." Cesar commented truthfully. The gang all stayed quiet, then went back to doing what they did before the wicked witch showed up.

Back at the tattoo shop, Venus was waiting for everyone to leave so she could lock everything up. Once the last of the costumers left, Venus went to count the money for the day and stored it away. Once all the workers left, she locked up the room with the safe, turned off all the lights and walked out of the building.

Venus got into her truck, then got frustrated when it wouldn't start. Once her seatbelt was off and the hood was popped, she got out to check the engine, but was stopped when a bag was thrown over her head, cutting out her vision and leaving her defenseless for the attack that came after.

Initially, there was panic because she was a girl in the middle of the street with a bag over her head, then there was pain. Venus didn't know what the hell she was getting beat with, but it sure as hell brought screams out of her. At some point, her legs were kicked from beneath her and she landed right on her back, but she didn't even have time to cover her head before she was getting stomped on.

Her attack lasted for almost 10 minutes, not one car or person coming by, until one did. "Puta, you're 'bout to get your shit rocked!" Venus recognized Luciana's voice and heard a whole lot of shuffling and multiple thumps from Lu swinging her bat.

Venus felt the bag around her head being untied and she blinked a few times until her eyes focused on one of her employees. "Spooky's on his way."

"Estrella, you're gonna be okay." Luciana commented, moving Venus out of the street and onto the sidewalk. "Does anything feel broken?"

"I don't know, I can't feel anything." Venus cried out, internally freaking out because she couldn't feel anything below her neck.

Before Lu could say anything about a hospital, the tires from Oscar's impala screeched and stopped in front of the tattoo shop. "You need to fucking control Alejandra before the bitch gets a cap busted in her fake ass." Luciana growled. "Take her to a hospital, now!" Oscar said nothing as he picked Venus up and rushed back to his car to lay her down.

"Venus, stay awake, okay?" Venus didn't reply, but she felt Oscar squeezing her hand. Okay, so I'm not paralyzed. Nice.

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Until ungodly hours in the morning, Oscar sat beside Venus' hospital bed waiting for all the scans and tests to be done with.

"Final verdict, you're not paralyzed, your body just in shock. Surprisingly, you only have a fractured hip and a broken wrist. Bad news is that with all the beatings to your midsection, your baby didn't survive. So you'll be bleeding for a little bit."

"What baby?" Oscar asked.

The doctor recognized the looks of confusion and shock on Oscar and Venus' face and her jaw dropped a little. "Oh, um, you were 4 weeks pregnant." Venus stayed silent, as did Oscar, and she gazed down at her stomach that was beginning to turn a dark purple. "I'll give you two a minute."

Even after the doctor walked out, Venus was looking at her stomach where her baby used to be growing. "We were going to have a baby." Venus croaked, then she broke down into tears while Oscar climbed beside her and hugged her.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her."

"I want to go home." Venus mumbled, her voice cracked being muffled by her face being stuffed into Oscar's chest.

"Then we'll go home." Oscar left his soft side take over as he caressed her back and softly ran his hands through her hair while waiting for the doctor to come back with her medicine. Getting impatient, he pressed one of the buttons on the bed.

While Venus had her face squished against his chest, Oscar had his phone behind her back and was texting the gang to find Alejandra and her friends. The doctor eventually came back and went on and on about how Venus needed to be careful, take the medication, when to take it and blah, blah, blah. After almost an hour, it was 2 in the morning and Oscar was finally driving over to Venus' house.

"Sorry about the blood on your seat."

"Don't worry about it. I'll clean it tomorrow and the seat will look brand new." Venus stayed quiet for the rest of the ride and let Oscar hold her hand until they ended up in her driveway.

Oscar helped her get comfortable in the bathtub and sat behind her while she pouted. "Do you think the baby would've been a girl?"

Venus parted the bubbles in the tub and looked down at her stomach while Oscar shrugged from behind her. He had his arms around her neck and his head on her shoulder. "If it was, she would've been just as pretty as you are."

Venus hummed and shut her eyes as she let herself sink further into Oscar's chest. She was thankful Oscar washed her face for her and put a mask on her face, but now she was too tired to move. In fact, she ended up falling asleep in the tub and it was Oscar's job to get her dressed.

From Oscar taking her out of the tub to putting on her bonnet, Venus stayed asleep. When he climbed into the bed and layed beside her, Venus briefly moved around until Oscar had her in his arms.

He looked down to see her face scrunched up and slightly pouting despite her being asleep. Though they didn't know about the baby before the incident, the loss of it was taking its toll, and only a certain group was to blame for the loss of their unborn child.

I got bored and decided to let shit hit the fan :)

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