Cold Hearted

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~Ida's POV~

I lean against the door when I close it. The screen door to the backyard slides open, making me straighten up and set my bag down. My dad walks in holding a watermelon. He's the last person I want to see after I treated Santi.
"How was school?" He asks. I shrug, opening the fridge and taking out my water bottle I accidentally left here.
"If you're asking if I talked to Santi, then yeah, I did," I tell him. He steps the watermelon down roughly on the counter top.
"You no longer have a nickname for the wannabe cholo gangster," he tells me, getting angrier. He's never been disappointed in my up until the last two months. So much has happened and changed in that time frame; both good and bad. "And I told you to avoid talking to him if possible."
"I did. He came up to me," I say. His brows raise. Good gosh, now he's gonna be mad at Santi. "Something happened and he helped me, that's all. Then I told him to stay away from me."
He lets out a relieved breath. I wish I had the guts to talk back to him. He's always controlling my life. I know that's his job as a parent, but not when it comes to my love life and who I am outside of the house. I love him, but he can get out of line.
"Good then. You don't need that in your life. Even his father was a criminal, a serious one at that. He first moved here when he was on the run under a different name. Those aren't the type of people you should want to be around."
I've been around Mr.Florencio many times at school events that he's shown up to and he's always been the sweet man ever despite his very intimidating appearance. He's older now, in his late forties, but he kept himself in shape and never lost his good looks. I always thought Zane and he made a beautiful couple. The whole family is attractive.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore; I'm sure he wants nothing to do with me anymore," I say, trying to conceal the sadness that comes from that. He's probably pissed and confused. I treated him so horribly, disrespected him after what we did together, and I feel disgusting for it. "Now are you going to cut your watermelon or not?"
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~Santi's POV~

I open the door to the house, finding its even warmer in here than it is outside for the air being turned off. It had to have been off all day for it to be this hot. I walk to the thermostat and turn the air conditioner.
"Amor!" I yell, remembering her car being outside. She messaged and called me a hundred times while I at the kickback, so I wasn't able to answer. She at first said that she was coming to force dad to eat, then for me to call her. I decided that I would just stop by here instead of getting stuck on the phone.
I start up the stairs, finding that all the highs are turned off. What the fuck? I check her old room to find it completely empty. The door to my parent(s) room is wide open. The dark outline of legs makes me turn the light on and run over. The sound of my sister's soft sobs as she cries into our dad's chest makes the scene that much worse.
Blood covers the floor next to his arms and it's smeared from the cuts he did to himself. The razor is in her soft grasp, in a position that it couldn't cut her at. His skin is pale yellow and he just looks...gone.
This time, I have the same reaction that he did towards my mom's death. I'm mad. Mad at myself, at the situation, at the world. This isn't fair to any of us. There's no reason for one bad thing to be happening after another.
I kneel down, placing my hand on her back. She forces herself to sit up, looking at me with tear filled eyes. Her face is swollen and her eyes and lips are red from crying. How long has she been here? She falls back against me, sobbing. I wrap my arms around her, letting her cry into my arm.
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There was a letter left, one for me and one for Amor. I've been staring down at like for an hour. After Zurine and Don got to the house after I called them they made Amor and I leave. Adriel surprisingly was very affectionate. I feel numb at this point. I'm pissed off at everything and want the world to fuck off.
I'm emotionally exhausted and can't take any more of it. If one more thing happens, there won't be anything keeping me from losing my shit.
I open the liner piece of paper. His hand writing was one unique thing.
Dear Son,
I know you're probably disappointed in me and that's what I've done all your life to not do. I wanted to be a role model for you, a representation of what a strange person can be. I feel I succeeded in that every time I look at you. You've grown into an amazing young man who struggles, but who doesn't. You're the best little big brother Amor could have ever asked for. You made your mother and me proud.
Your mother. I don't think I need to tell you how much I loved that crazy, kind hearted women. She was my whole world before you and your sister came into the picture, then she has to share the spotlight...just a little bit. My love for that women only grew the longer we were together. She was my first and my last.
The moment you told me she was gone, I was already done with life. She was my life. Without her I'm nothing, I'm no use. I don't want to see a world without her, there's no point anymore. I don't mean this in a way that sounds like I don't love you and your sister, but without your mom, I'm completely no use to anyone.
    This is the most selfish thing I've ever done, but I have to do this for myself. I haven't eaten, I can't sleep, my body physically hurts. I'm better off like this. I'll be with your mom and again that's what I want.
    Never forget that I love you and your sister. You two were definitely pains in our asses, but also our greatest accomplishments.
    I love you.
       Your papa, Ever.