La Muerte// [Oscar Diaz]- On My Block [ 1 ]

Ch. 17

*Rosario's POV

I pulled the blanket up and flattened down the wrinkles. "You don't have to do this," he spoke up. "This is your bed. I can sleep on the co-"

"Not a chance," I mumbled looking up at him. "I'll be fine." I sat down beside him.

When I saw Cesar my heart stopped. My pobrecito niño was tossed out onto the street and had nowhere else to go. He said that he came over to apologize to me and my mother and that he'd be on his way.

He was out of his goddamn mind if he thought I was going to let him back out on the streets when he had a green light on him and didn't have the Santos' protection anymore.

"Que te paso?" I asked looking at his cast.

He looked down at his hand that I had propped up on a pillow beside him. "I fell."

I rolled my eyes at him. Does this boy really think I was born yesterday? "And let me guess ese gordo in a red suit is real too, huh?" I made him smile a bit but it soon faded.

"Uhm..." he cleared his throat. "After they found out that I didn't kill Latrell... they uhm..." But I stopped him there.

"Don't." Those assholes. Pero me lo van a pagar. "Just get some rest, hmm." I got up from the bed. "I'll see you in the morning." I bent down and kissed his forehead.

"I love you, Papas."

"I love you too, Rosario."

I stood at the doorway looking back at Cesar. "Goodnight Cesar." I smiled and turned the light off and walked out into the living room to sleep on the couch.

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The cold metal bench would no doubt leave the back of my thighs printed as I have been sitting here for countless hours. The black dress wasn't doing me any justice either with the cold winter weather taking place.

My attention was fixated on the gravestones before me.

Thomas 'El Diablo' Alvarez
A loving father and husband.
An Original Saint
August 6, 1962 - July 8, 2008

I looked to the other gravestone.

Cruz Alvarez
A loving mother and wife.
February 15, 1963 - December 14, 2013

"Holy shit," I clutched my chest. "What the fuck?" I breathed out rubbing my face.

It felt so real.

I sat up on the couch letting out a heavy groan. Fuck my back. Light was coming through the curtains indicating that it was morning. Well since I'm up, I might as well start breakfast.

"Cesar!" I called out with a tray in hands. "Breakfast is on the table!" I shouted slightly shoving my hip forward to push my mom's room door open. "Good morning mami," I smiled as I instantly walked into her room.

"Cesar's awake already?" She asked as I set her pancakes and eggs down.

"He might still be sleeping," I sighed setting her usual café con leche down. "He's had a few weeks," I mumbled as the guilt seeped in.

"Hey," my mom whispered as she put a hand on my arm. "This is not your fault, Rosario. Nor is it Cesar's."

She was right.

This wasn't our fault.

"It's Oscar's," I stated.