Cold Hearted

•Loosing It•

      {•Unedited•}
                          ~Santi's POV~
      "I feel sick," Ida says, cuddling against me on the couch. Everyone is still outside getting shit faced and because I don't want to drink, I'm in here. Zurine is showing off his new bread roller and saying that when he gets to the    other side he's going to beat my dad with it. Crazy how he can go from saying he wishes he didn't threaten him as much to threatening him even when he's dead.
    "I can bring you home," I tell her. She straightens up, brushing playing with the new ring on my finger. I got my dads wedding ring before we buried the body and haven't taken it off sense. Amor got my moms and wears it on a chain around her neck.
    "My dads home today," she says. My jaw clenches at the thought of him. He has no reason to hate me other than we stand for completely different things.
    "I'm not scared of him."
    "Maybe you should be." Her eyes gaze into mine. I place my free hand in her leg, creasing it. Goosebumps immediately appear on her exposed skin. "I just don't want him trying to get you for something you didn't do."
    "He'll have no proof, so if he does try that, I'll be out within a few days," I tell her. She shakes her head, resting back against me. She shifts, groaning. "I'm sorry about earlier."
    "What about it?"
    "I was just...I was a little rough," I explain. "I forgot it was only your second time."
    "It's fine. You did say that was nothing," she says. "I'm curious now." What? I brush her hair out of the way, bowing my head to pressing ss my lips to hers. It isn't how it was before. This is slow and careful, our hands staying where they are, completely innocent.
    "So am I dropping you off?"
   ••••••
     
      "Oh fuck,"  Ida says under her breath, shocking me. I don't think I've ever heard her cuss. She hates when I curse and now she's doing it. I stop in front of her house before realizing why she said that. Her dad and two other guys are standing outside in the front yard.
    "Fuck is right," I say, trying to sound calm. What I said earlier is true, I'm not scared of him, but I'd rather not get arrested in front of her. She unbuckles herself, taking a deep breath. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
    "Idella!" Her dad yells, rushing over. Here we go. Her head hangs in disappointment as she opens the door.
    "I'm so sorry," she says. I just stay in place, not caring about my own self but her. As soon as she opens the door he's right there waiting. Her eyes lock with mine as she grabs her bag. He grabs her arm and yanks her out of the car, making me go from zero to one hundred real quick. I open the door and get out, brushing my messy hair out the way.
    He looks at me with narrowed eyes and I shove him to the side and take her hand, helping her out. "You have some real fucking balls," he says. "And you have no fucking brain. I've told you so many times to stay the hell away from him and here you are again, riding around with him like you're some gang slut."
    "Don't talk about her like that," I say, trying to sound calm.
    "It's fine," she tells me. "Just go home. I'll see you soon."
   "No, you won't," he says. "You're changing your classes. Hell, you can change your whole damn school." Her eyes widen.
   "That's not going to do anything," I say. He glares at me. "If you think that'll keep me away from her l, you're dumber than I thought." He reaches behind him and takes his gun out. Ida gasps, tensing beside me.
   "Dad-"
   "It's fine," I tell her, stepping close to her father so that the gun is pressed to my chest. "It's empty."
    "You really want to test that theory?" I shrug. Ida rests her hand on my bicep, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
    "Pull that trigger and make a fool of yourself." He blinks at me in shock, his hand shaking. I step away from him, laughing. "I'll see you."
   •••••
                          ~Ida's POV~
     "Dad," I say, trying to contain the whine in my voice. He shoves me inside by my arm, slamming the door behind us. My uncle and cousin stay quiet, making their way to the backyard. My mom comes in from the office, her sundress flowing with each step.
    "What's going on now?" She asks softly, stopping close to me. I don't know how she's stayed in this marriage for so long.
    "Our daughter was just with that boy...AGAIN! After we told her so many times not to be around him," he says, running his hands through her hair.
    "No, you told her; I didn't." He rolls his eyes. "We have to trust her. She's a smart girl, we raised her to do the right thing, so if she thinks that being around him is okay, then we have to respect her decision."
    He leans against the counter with his arms crossed, the vein in his forehead popping out. "Well she's doing the wrong thing. How could you be so reckless? You know how he is, Ida. He's not good for you."
    "I already told you, you don't know him," I say, slowly loosing my temper. It's building and eventually I'm going to loose it just like I did the other night. "He is good for me."
    "He's just trying to get in your pants," he says. "And it seems you're easy enough to let him. I didn't raise a gang slut. He's going to leave when he gets what he wants."
    "He already got in my pants and he's still here," I say with a glare. My mom looks at me with wide eyes. "Remember the night we got in an argument, while you were down here arguing with mom, I was upstairs with him fuck-"
     I'm cut off by a harsh sting on my right cheek. My hand flies up to cover my face as my dads hand returns to his side. He's fuming with anger, cheating rising and falling rapidly.
    "You're no daughter of mine." I blink away tears, looking at my mom who looks disgusted by my father.
    "Get out," she tells him.
   "What?" 
    "Get out! You just hit our daughter! You pushed her too fa-"
    "I'll go," I say, grabbing my keys. Neither of them try stopping me as I walk out the door.
     •••••
      
    I knock gently on Santi's front door, my knees and hands shaking. I tried going over to Eliza's, but she's with Junior. Of course I didn't want to ruin her night, so I decided to come here next.
    The door swings opened and I'm welcomed by a shirt Hispanic women with crimped hair. She's pretty with tattoos covering her arms and neck. "Who are you?" She asks, crossing her arms. It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me. The door opens further by someone behind her.
    "Hey," Junior says. What the fuck. "What's wrong?" I was hoping my crying during the drive here wouldn't be obvious. He pushes the girl to the side, taking my hand and pulling me in. The apartment smells like marijuana and alcohol. Where is Santi?
    "Where's Santi?" I ask. Not letting go of me, he leads me over to the spare bedroom. A group of guys and girls are sitting around in copies of smoke with beer bottles on the door laughing with music blaring. Eliza gets up with a smile.
    "Whoa!" She says, grabbing my shoulders. "I was gonna invite you, but I figured you wouldn't want to come, but you found your way here anyways."
    "Where's Santiago?" Junior asks her. I shake my hand out of his, wrapping my arms around myself.
    "He just left to the kitchen with Adrien to help her get a drink." Sighing, I make my way to his kitchen, coughing a little from the smoke; I've always had fragile lungs and extremely bad asthma.
    "Thanks," the girl from the door says, taking the red cup from Santi. "Maybe after they all leave, we can go to your room." I feel like I'm gonna be sick. He looks up from the glass bottle of "Jack Daniels", his face paling when he sees me.
    "You have a guest," Junior says. My eyes lock with his. Suddenly, I feel like crying again.  He comes around the corner as if in a panic, cupping the side of my face in his large hand.
    "What happened?" He asks through clenched teeth, his thumb creasing the red area from where my dad slapped me. I lean into his touch.
    "I'm still here," the girl says.
    "Let's go," Santi says, lacing his fingers with mine. We walk into his bedroom where he locks the door. I sit down on the edge of his bed, taking a deep shaky breath. "How did that?"
   "My dad," I admit. "He was saying stuff and I lost it. I said something about us having sex and he slapped me. My mom tried making him leave, but I didn't want to be there." I swallow down the lump in my throat.  He kneel down in front of me, brushing my hair out of my face.
     "I'm so sorry," he says. "This is my fault. If I just stayed away like you wanted me to, this wouldn't of happened." I place my hands at his broad, muscular shoulders, creasing the fabric.
    "I don't regret anything that's happened between us," I tell him. His glossy eyes flash to mine. "I'll defend you over and over again, because you aren't the man he thinks you are."
    "I love you."

AN: They shister snapped today 😂 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
    Question: What do you think will happen? Will she say she loves him back?
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    PS: Sorry for how many typos are in this, I'll be editing this weekend.