Cholo

(14) Catorce

*Shift from a 1st person narration to a third person*

Predicating the future is weaker than the gravitational force. To the scientific community, not knowing something does not make it invalid what makes it invalid are the failed theories. However, one can simply study and learn pervious 'failed' theories to develop new theories that could become valid. But when it comes to understanding the Universe; there isn't a qualified theory to do so. According to Hawkins (1988), 'If we find the answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason – for then we would know the mind of God.'

Which reflects on the inability of a normal human to know what is to come. Leaving a worn out Maria to ponder on her future life. Restlessly and futilely. Her brown eyes scanned the many articles and theories conducted by scientists but to no avail. She could not find one that had successfully predicted the future. Her heart pounded, how is she to cope with not knowing if Oscar and Cesar would live through? There was no logical way to predict the future, or to pull someone out of a gang.

Maria sat behind a desk, her feet tapping nervously as she chewed the back of a pencil. Her work seemed to have become her gateway from the gang infested city. She was yearning to escape from Freeridge and it's many responsibilities, however the city was ingrained into her as if it was imprinted on her body. She found her mind to be penetrated by her responsibilities, endless thoughts haunting her throughout her gateway.

"Nurse?" She jumped to her feet in fright. Her brown eyes lifted up to meet a handsome doctor with azure eyes and a dimpled smile. Those damn dimples! She thought, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did I scare you?" He asked, elegantly with his thick southern accent. She immediately envisioned him as cowboy winking at her with a 'howdy'.

She shook herself out of her reviver: "Yes?" She bit her lip at the sound of her voice - it was too squeaky to her liking. Clearing her throat at a bemused Doctor. "Can I help you with anything?"

She silently thanked god that her voice was no longer resembling a terrified mouse. His smile widened to show his pearly white teeth. "Yes, I would like your help with a patient," his eyes racked her body before adding, "please."

"Sure." She folded her hands over her chest; feeling exposed under his look. The Doctor nodded his head as he turned on his heels. Her short legs parting into strides to keep up with him. He walked with confidence and grace. No one bumped into him, nor did he have to nudge his way through the bustling hallway. The people parted like the Red Sea parted for Moses. She stayed hot on his heels as he turned corners and dodged into double doors, only stopping when they arrived to the children wing.

His hand held the handle to the door, like an angel holding the gates of heaven. He peered in, then spoke softly to her. "Before walking in, a brief introduction is in order." His hand fell to his side. "My name is Doctor Felton Montgomery." Maria wanted to snicker at how 'white' his name sounded, but reminded herself that that would remarkably rude and racist of her. "I'm a pediatric here. I need some help with a very aggravated child and you came very highly recommended."

"So, no introduction is needed?" Her eyes lightened up at the mention of her being recommended.

"It would be rude not." His lips twitched upwards in a playful manner.

Maria laughed softly. "My name's Maria Lopez. Nurse from the ER."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." He mockingly bowed.

She giggled at his antics. "May I remind you Doctor that a child is waiting for you?"

"Oh, right." He straightened his coat. "I almost forgot." Pushing the door open, the two were engulfed by warmth that radiated off the colorfully painted walls and the sunlight rays that flooded the room. The young nurse smiled at the young children that played with some legos in a corner.

Montgomery beckoned the nurse into another door. She follows him in and closes the door. "Hello, Lilly." His voice wafted form behind her. The southern doctor lowered himself to the curly haired child. "This is my friend Maria and she's going to be our nurse today."

The child shyly waved at her from the white covered bed. Maria waved back feeling her heart warm to the pink cheek-ed child. The sense of belonging filled her veins and her mind was once again rid of any concern she had for the two brothers back in Freeridge. Instead, she focused on lending her helping hand to a child in need.

Meanwhile, back in Freeridge Spooky paced his lawn like a king restricted to the walls of castle, while his fellow followers lounged lazily about. He paced with his eyes lurking the streets. He could hear the blissful sounds of children laughing as they played outside without adult supervision- any other day a parental figure would be looming over them like a hawk. With their rival gang being at bay and no longer swarming the streets, there wasn't any hostility or violence breaking out; people were safe if only for moment. He pondered deeply, thinking about the words of his ruca [girlfriend]: "Everyone knows that a truce is easily broken."

His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply. Her words haunted him, they were too true to neglect. But he needed a moment to feel as if it was safe - not for himself but for his young brother that screwed up. Oscar clenched his hands into fists. He had one job to do but the fool had to risk it?

The leader of Los Santos was plunged into an inner conflict. He had wanted his brother to toughen up, to be punished for his stubborn ways, to actually become a Santos but the boy refused to understand that it is what he is destined to become. Everyone that leaves Freeridge eventually comes back - no one left and became successful. They always come back. Oscar wanted his brother to live a better life than he did but his stupidity risked everything. As leader he has a reputation to uphold and if one slipped they had to be punished. The young brother was suppose to stay on the low to stay safe - but he did not and as such has to face the consequences.

He had the urge to call or text the young brother, he held the phone, pressing on Cesar's contact. His thumb lingered above the call button but the elder Diaz was more stubborn than the young one and refused to fall for his urges.

He clicked his phone shut.

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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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