Cholo

(3) Tres

Sad Eyes wouldn't force Caesar to jump in, in fact, none of the Santos can. They all feared Oscar. They promised to protect and look after his brother. They wouldn't dare. The only person that has the authority or power is Oscar himself - but he's in jail. Isn't he?

My eyes drifted about. Caesar was arguing with his 'fam'. Their debate was heated, and yet I wouldn't bother. Words were blurred out as I zoned into inner conflict. Oscar isn't supposed to be out for another three years, I was there when he received the sentence. I even jolted it down. All those days mopping about, calling Mario and Jada and moaning about not being able to see him. He couldn't possibly be free. I would've known. My father or friends would've told me. Wouldn't they?

The realization dawned on me. I gulped, fearing the answer to the question that left my lips as a whisper. "He's back, isn't he?"

The teenagers were thrown into silence as if someone locked them behind a soundproof door. They eyed each other, nervously shifting on their feet. Monse opened her mouth to speak, and abruptly closed it. Caesar massaged his temple, while Ruby glared at Jamal who began to sweat profusely. The other girl observed the scene, unsure.

I could feel my heart rate increasing, blood boiling as my adrenaline increased. My breathing becoming erratic. I felt flushed and my mouth suddenly went dry. My hands began to shake. I studied their actions closely; their uneasiness answered my question and without a second thought, I angrily stormed into the house.

"Mia!" The sounds of their thundering footsteps were barely heard from the thudding of my heart.

The heat clawed through my body. I pushed past the group of guys standing at the hallway. My vision felt blurred, my mind was occupied by memories of him promising me to give Caesar the life he never had. I wasn't in control of my body, it seemed to be acting on autopilot as it led me to his room.

My hands grasped the doorknob. For a moment, I hesitated. The sounds of deep breathing emitted from the room. My heart pounded in my ears. I turned my gaze to the five teenagers standing at the end of the hall; my eyes found Caesar's. His mouth moved soundlessly, and all I felt was a rush of emotions engulfing me and I barged into Oscars room.

The door slammed against the wall. Causing his puta [whore] to shriek at me. Oscars back was to the door, as if undisturbed, he pulled in his shrieking puta for a kiss. The naked woman moaned, as their kiss deepened.

I cleared my throat.

To no avail, the couple continued to devour each other. Rolling my eyes, I stomped further into the room. I grabbed onto her bleached hair and pulled her head painful back.

"Eso es suficiente [that's enough]!" I huffed. At the sound of my voice, their eyes shot open.

Oscar stood up, suddenly. His puta fell off his lap. I staggered backward, letting her hair go. Quickly, composing myself. "Suena como si prefirieras verlo en prisión [Sounds like you'd rather see him in prison]?! Or maybe dead?" I lashed out at him. "I guess, you want him to be like you so bad that you had him jumped in?!"

"¿Quién te crees que eres?  [who do you think you are]" Screeched the naked zorra [bitch].

I rolled my eyes. "Would you shut up, puta?!"

"Leave, Amber." His eyes stared intensely into mine; captivating and silencing me. I breathed harshly.

"¿Qué?  [what]!" She turned her head to him. "You'd kick me out for some pu-" Her angry rambling was silenced by Oscar's outburst: "Vete ahora [leave now]!" Her lips pursed. She scoffed as she threw on her tight dress; mumbling to herself, incoherently.

"vete al demonio [go to hell]!" Her yellow nails pointed at him before stomping out, with the door slamming shut behind her.

Oscars' hands clenched the sheets around his waist, as he lowered himself onto his bed. Pulling out a cigarette and placing it in between his lips.

As he searched for a lighter, I grabbed the cigarette, yanking it out of his mouth. And chucking it away. "Answer me." I laid a hand on my hip, portraying a courageous front while praying he couldn't see through me. He laughed, shaking head.

"You've changed, Princesa [princess]." He spoke mockingly, and at the nickname, I felt a shiver go down my spine. Standing up, he let the covers fall from his waist. I glanced up to the ceiling, feeling the heat rush up to my cheeks. The distance between us, slowly disappearing. I stepped backward, bumping into a wall.

Gulping, helplessly, he hovered over me. "What are you going to do now?" Placing both arms onto the wall, caging me. The signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Fuck you," I whispered, struggling to maintain my strong facade.

I poked his naked chest. "Fuck you." Hissing, louder. "Fuck You." My hands curled into fists. I pounded his chest. "Fuck you." The pounding accelerating; each one becoming more forceful than the one before. And with each contact, I repeated the curse.

I felt tears pricking my eyes, I tried desperately to hold them back but one slipped away. Oscars form didn't budge, the punches were seemingly useless. I pushed at his chest with as much force I could muster. Pushing him slightly away. I pushed again, and again. Until his arms snaked around my waist. Tears streamed down my face.

Acting upon impulse, I slapped him across the face. The slap was as loud as a clap that it echoed around the empty room. The open-handed smack left an imprint on his cheek. The impact turned his head to the side, his hand reaching to clutch his face."He's going to die because of you."

I shrugged off his arms. Staggering backward with tears running down my cheeks. Harshly, I brushed them away. I left the room, the house, unable to utter a word or to glance at anyone. Until I could no longer hear the sound of music playing; not until I was far away, I allowed myself to collapse onto the sidewalk and sob. A pair of hands hugged me closer. I looked up, through my blurry vision and saw Caesar. He smiled weakly at me, choosing not to utter a word but to let me sob freely.

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I cried until there were no more tears to shed. Hickups left my mouth and I giggled. Caesar nudged my shoulder with his.

Inhaling, I muttered an apology. "I won't be able to save you, mi cielito [my little sky/heave]."

"I never asked you too." He shrugged.

"¿Qué? [what]" Lightly, smacking his knee. "You think I'll let your brother jump you in, now?"

Sighing, Caesar explained: "Mia, the fam already tried to pull me out but Oscar won't budge. He won't listen to anyone-"

"I'm not anyone," I interjected.

The teenager rolled his eyes. "Ruby already spoke to him. He was very inspiring that I got promoted."

"What do you mean promoted?" I clutched his shoulders, turning him to face me.

"I'm going to start running for the Santos."

I brushed away his hair, gently pecking his forehead.

"Dios te salve, mi cielito [god save you, my little sky/heaven]." 

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*Spanish is not one of the languages I speak, I know some phrases and such; but I was mainly using the internet and google translate- please notify me of any errors.*
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