On my Block Fanfiction

Just A Little More Time

The car smells like cigeratte smoke and gun powder.  It makes Malani want to throw up in her mouth, but she doesn't say anything.  Awkward silence fills the air, and she's too afraid to look at Spooky.   
  He's blasting  J cole  at top volume.  When she reaches to lower the volume, he slaps her hand away. 
"My car, my rules," he says.
"It's not like you followed the rules at my apartment" She snaps.
"There weren't any rules at your apartment, you only had it for like ten minutes."  He laughs.
Malani rolls her eyes.
Oscar lowers the music, and slows the car down. 
"So," he says, "now that the air is clear, let's get one thing straight. "
She glares at him but his eyes are on the road.
"This isn't real we aren't really back together chica."
Malani shrugs,  "Awesome, I would never get back together with you anyway."
   "Ha", he laughs "you wouldn't get back together with me! Your the one who had our baby and gave it away. I'm the one who's innocent in all this."
"Innocent!" She yells."Innocent!"   "If you hadn't joined the Santos in the first place we wouldn't be here. "
"Your right" he says. "We would be, dead! The Santos, whether  you want to believe it or not. They had your back Melani. The prophets put your father in the ground."     " "What do you think they would have done to you, had you not been one of us?" 
    "I was never one of you,"  Malani grits out.
     "You were always one of us," Oscar snaps. "Always have been always will be,  I don't care how far you run, or how fancy your clothes are, or how many white boys you try to find a savior in. "
     Spooky looks at her with tired eyes. She knows that expression, it's the same one he wore as a kid. A daydreamy look of another life that could have been if they had been born in a different town, to different people.
    "This is just until things slow down, he says.  Then you  go back home, Understand?"
" She revels in his words. She wonders how the hell he thinks he's going to get her to go back. Because she's not going back, not ever.    she knows he means it though,  and it's meant for good.   He thinks its heaven she's going back to, fancy cars and a three star restaurants. It's a lie.
    "Will you let Ceaser back in,"  she asks?
Oscar doesn't answer. The car is silent for awhile.
"You know me better than anyone in this entire world, I think you already know the answer. "
         She nods , realizing she does. It's only a matter of time before Oscar finds a way to win his brother back. Blood is stronger than anything. And even though Ceaser has broken it, real blood bonds, real family  never breaks . It's the reason she's sitting in the car right now with a guy who's supposed to hate her.  It's the reason she's still alive.
     Oscar is  right. Because when she had nowhere else to go, the Santos made sure she wasn't touched. Even before she'd known her father's secrets. But they hadn't made her join. They hadn't jumped her and made her promise her life , so why did Oscar have to. They could have both been free, not just her. It wasn't fair.
           "Where are  we going," she ask?
   The window Is  frosted from the cold outside and their breath filling  the car. She traces a heart with an arrow going through it on the glass, she doesn't know why she does it or what its for. Put she stares at it as they shoot pass shops and cars,  and people walking.
'Where are we going," she asks again, thinking maybe Oscar hasn't heard her?
"Keeping tabs on the prophets, "  he mumbles.
Malani's heart races a bit.  "Oscar,  you know.."
"Your safe,"  he whispers. "I swear mi amor, chill. "
She tries , but the thought of the prophets make her skin crawl, and her heart race, and her brain foggy. She hasn't seen one of them since she was seventeen and running away.
She remembers running running running  and cold steel being pressed to her cheeks.  Her dad's faults being drawn out in front of her like a long life sentence she owed and had to pay the price for.
  How you gonna pay his debts. How you gonna pay. how you gonna pay.
   "You can have my first born. She spat in their face. Sarcasm and disgust dripping off her tongue. "
The Santos had rescued her just in time. Bursting through locked metal doors and demanding her freedom.
Oscar wasn't wrong, she'd  needed them.
       The building they  pull up to looks abandoned but she can tell it's a club. The girls that walk in are all dressed like there trying out for America's next top hooker.
"I'm not going in there,"  she says.
Oscar rolls his eyes.
"Where do you think your safer?  In there with me, or out here alone?"
She undoes her seat belt and opens the door. Damn it, she hates it when he's right. 
"It'll be quick he says. recognizing her unease."
He leads her through a dark alley  past dirty garbage cans and loud music to a door. It's only 6 o clock, who goes to a club that early.