Cholo

(12) Doce

I stood there on his lawn. The dogs barking echoed, disturbing the peaceful night. The car engine running merging with the barking. My skin prickling with goosebumps at the touch of a cool breeze. I rubbed my exposed arms. Glancing down at my plunging dress that twirled loosely into waves of azure. I smoothed down the dress. Biting my lip, I took a step forward.

Abruptly coming to a stop, breathing the scent of smoke. I strained my ears to hear voices coming from beside the garage. I turned my head to check if Jada was still there; she motioned for me to keep going.

Ok. You can do this. Yell at him. Slap him. Both seem good.

I passed his parked car, growing closer to the source of voices. The voices were no longer muffled, but louder and clearer. I could easily identify who the speakers were. My fingers traced the impala as I passed it.

I stood there, lurking in the shadows.

"Be ungrateful?" Oscar's voice boomed; merging with the clatter of a knife. "I get that you got shot but why do you think no one came to finish the job, huh?" I speed walked, yearning to see what is happening. "'Cause of me."

"And think about how fast that truce happened." I now stood fully seeing Oscar talk aggressively to Ruby. "Me, again."

"I'm sorry." Ruby apologized, lowering his beer bottle. Seriously? Beer to a minor? "I didn't know."

I leaned onto the wall, crossing my legs. Oscar's attention went back to the cutting board. "There's a lot of things you don't know." He chopped, furiously. "Like whats it like to walk into a job interview with a record. You think Walmart is going to hire someone with two strikes?" I felt my heart twist at the memory of him coming back. His face was swelled with disappointment and self-hatred. I wanted to step out of the shadows to wrap my arms around him - but I held myself. Choosing to listen to the conversation.

"See, I wouldn't work there. They have poor employee satisfaction." Ruby spoke all knowingly. I face palmed myself. Idiot.

Oscar dropped the knife, furious. "I ain't joking! This shit's real!" He placed his fingers close to each other and pointed it at his head, mimicking a gun. "That's the kind of stuff that makes a man snap!" He shouted. "But being mad at the world won't help you," the chopping of knife echoed, as his face contorted with a pained expression: "it'll only hurt you."

Ruby chugged down the beer. I could tell from the way he shifted from one leg to the other that he didn't feel comfortable, slightly awkward even. I breathed in deeply, walking out of the shadows.

"Don't get sad, get mad." Ruby glanced in my direction, eyes popping out. Oscar's knife stopped chopping as he glared daggers at it. I waited for him to reply. Feeling the air tighten as the minutes stretched, and none of them spoke. A bitter chuckle left my lips. "You hear all this shit about not getting mad at the world, but why wouldn't we?"

I swaggered towards them. Eyes glaring at Oscar, daring him to speak. "Why can't I be mad that my dad died to save a kid who now lives on the streets?" He placed the knife onto the chopping board. Wiping his hand with a towel that was tuckeded into his pants.

"Tell me Spooky, did it hurt pushing your brother onto the streets?" Oscar inhaled and exhaled. He pretended as if I had not spoken.

"Food's ready." Pushing a plate into Ruby's hand, who rushed back into the house.

Stepping closer to Spooky. I stood there an inch away from him, watching him as he assembled another dish. "Why weren't you there for you me?" I hissed.

He paused, sighing: "I couldn't."

"You speak about shit that makes you snap, forgetting how shit you do make others snap too." My voice was bitter, venomous even. How can I not blame him? How dare he tell Ruby he can't be mad? "I fucking called you that night!" My finger poked his side.

"You couldn't tell me?" I laughed. "Santos mi culo [my ass]."

Oscar turned, grabbing my arms tightly. "I had to deal with the shit he caused!"

"He's a kid, tarado [idiot]." I spat back.

His eyes searched mine, fuming. Oscar was silent as he tried to calm himself. I stood there with his hands gripping my arm, watching him as his eyes fluttered shut, and his shoulders drooped. He whispered lightly: "Me dolió mucho [it hurt me very much]."

"Then why is he still on the street?" I pulled my arms free from his grip.

"All you care about is Cesar, and you still blame him." I gulped, tears welling in my eyes. "I asked you to come to make you understand shit!" He took a step closer to me. "I couldn't be there for you 'cause I had deal with his shit."

"Everyone knows that a truce is easily broken." I retorted, heaving.

Oscar rubbed his face in frustration. Sucking his teeth. His eyes averted to mine, interlocking his fingers with mine. He tugged me closer. "Te necesito [I need you]."

I felt my anger dissolve. A little. The tears that were pricking my eyes, trickled down my cheeks. I pulled my hands out of his. Shaking my head as I stepped away. "I can't be with you."

"No," his hands gripped my writs, "you don't know what you're saying."

"Yes, I do." Pushing his hands off me. "Being with you took away my father, what if we stay together? Who's next?"

"Por favor [please]." Oscar pleaded, grabbed ahold of my wrists again.

"Latrelle wanted to hurt everyone Cesar loves." I shook my head, attempting to pull away but he gripped my wrists tighter. "Oscar, por favor, déjame ir [please, let me go]."

"No." His hands gripped my face. His thumbs lightly brushed away the tears. My lips trembled. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I was foolish to think that you wouldn't want me there. I'm sorry I push you away thinking thats whats best for you." His lips softly peaked my forehead. "Te prometo que no te dejaré [promise you that I will not leave you]."

He placed his forehead against mine. "Te necesito, mi amor [I need you, my love]" 

I sniffed, clutching a hand full of his clothes.

"También te necesito [I need you too]."

We stood there with his arms wrapped around my frame and my hands clutching his shirt. I breathed him in. The familiar scent gave me comfort. We stood there, next to a smoking grill, clinging onto each other. I didn't realize I was sobbing again, until his fingers brushed the tears away. Oscar leaned in, his mouth devouring mine with hunger and lust. We moved in unison.

We broke apart, our chests heaving. Hearts racing.

"We're gonna get him back." Oscar promised to avenge my father's death. I smiled.

"No," cocking my head to the side, "I will."

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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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