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Fall Apart

Latrelle's POV:
"Seriously Mari? Why do you always have to be like this?" I ask my idiot sister. "I just didn't want her to lose her mom." She says with tears in her eyes. "Fuck, it's today?" I asked and she nods her head. "My mom made the choice to leave me, if she came back I would want a relationship with her." I didn't even realize today was the day her mom left I'm a horrible brother. "Monse isn't you." We sit down and she takes some deep breathes. "We're family I thought I was helping. She's stubborn, like you." I hate her mom for doing this to her. "And she's smart, like you. She knows what she wants and if she doesn't want her mom that's her choice." I say. "I should apologize.  Can you drive me over there?" She asks. Shit, I can't be on that side. "Monse walked so you should too." That was a bad excuse. "Please, I feel like shit." She looks at me with sad eyes and I want to rip my hair out. "We're taking dad'sA car." If they see mine I'll be risking too much. "Ok." She goes outside before I can even blink. "Hey dad, can I borrow your car?" I ask. "Fuck no, take your own." Of course he won't do something for me. "I can't, I'm gonna drop Mariana at Cesar Diaz's house." He looks pissed. "She doesn't need to be going over there." He mumbles. "Fuck you ass hole." I guess I'm taking my car. "I thought we were taking your car?" She asks. "Don't complain." I stop a block away from Cesar's house. "Walk." I don't look at her when I say this. "Why, it's not that much father?" She asks. "I'll pick you up in an hour." I want to tell her the truth but I can't. "Oh my God stop being so weird." I'm gonna have to tell her. "I can't." Please don't ask any questions. Please don't ask any questions. "Why not?" She sounds so innocent and happy. "I'm a Prophet not get out of my car." I still can't look at her. "What are you talking about?" She asks. "I drive a green car and a Santo shot me what did you think was happening?" I ask her seriously and she just gets out the car. "I'll get a ride, don't worry about it." She runs towards Cesar's house before I can say anything. "Fuck!" I never wanted to tell her anything.

Monse's POV:
"Maybe you two should talk about." Cesar says and I roll my eyes. "I really don't like you talking about another girl while we're laying in your bed naked." I laugh, trying to change the subject. "There's some girl that won't stop crying one of you better deal with it." Oscar throws open the door and I pull the blanket over my head. "Just go deal with that." He huffs. I throw on one of Cesar's sweatshirts and go to see what the hell is happening. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything earlier." Mariana says. She's crying and her makeup is fucked up. "Why'd you even come? Did Cesar text you?" I ask. "No, Latrelle told me to come over." She starts crying even more and I don't know what to do. "Did you know he's a Prophet?" She sniffles. "Umm... Cesar!" I yell. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Mariana wants to know if we know that her brother is a Prophet." I tell him. "Yeah, we knew. That's why I shot him he wanted to kill me. He ran up on me and Monse." He says bluntly and her expression drops. A few hours ago I hated her but now I don't know how to feel. "Ok, well I'm gonna go to Jamal's because I just lost everyone umm goodnight." She turn to the door and Cesar elbows me. "Go!" He mouths. "Wait." I sigh as I drag my feet. "Why'd you say all that shit to me?" I ask. "Monse!" Cesar hisses. "She says in a nice way!" I strain. "This is the day my mom left and I thought I was being helpful." I know where she's coming from, I always project onto other people but I can't not be mad at her. "Fine." I sigh. "I don't forgive you but you didn't lose me." It sounds forced but I'm trying my best. "You have no idea how much that means to me." She smiles. "No, I don't, because I never had family to lose. I've been through enough to realize when I'm lucky, this isn't what lucky feels like." I say honestly and she nods her head. "I know, lucky is what you and Cesar feel like and I never should've judged him. My brother's worse, isn't he?" She asks. "I can't decide that for you." I tell her honestly. "Cesar?" She asks and he nods. "Prophets are worse, they always have been and they always will be." He says angrily. "And they say the same thing about the Santos." I tell her. "So basically I have to figure it out?" She asks. "Pretty much." I shrug. "Is Jamal in a gang because I can't be around that right now?" She asks. "Ha! Jamal in a gang? If we tried to jump him in he'd fake an injury!" Oscar laughs. "How long have you been listening?" I ask. "You Jamal's hyna?" Oscar asks and Mariana nods. "How? If you get tired of him you know where to find me." He tells Mariana. "That's my cousin!" I yell. "So? We're not related." He laughs. "I'm fifteen." She says awkwardly. "Oscar, leave her alone. Tell Jamal  I said hi." Cesar says as he pushes his brother away. "I  am so sorry about that. He umm... I'm too emotionally drained to think of an excuse." I laugh. "Again, I'm really sorry about all of this." Mariana says.

Mariana's POV:
I knock on Jamal's window and I see him reading in bed. "Oh that God it's you." He says nervously. "Who else would it be?" I ask. "Let's just say there's a group of angry gnomes that aren't too happy with me right now." He look around then he closes his curtains. "I'm not even gonna ask because I'm just so happy to see you." I smile. "Is everything ok?" He asks. "Family problems." I shrug. "Hey, I'm always here if you ever need me." He says sweetly. "You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for." I tell him. "It's what I do." He kisses me. What would I do without him? It feels like almost everyone is mad at me or lying to me right now. We fall onto his bed and I keep kissing him.