Made this for fun
she had no intention to fall in love with a man, little did she knew, she fell in Johnny 'Coco' Cruz's love spell. That man had her and she had him. Marisol never thought she would fall for him, i mean, a whore of a mother, ladies...
We arrived at Galindos old place, the one that burned down. We saw dads truck, him and Dita. We all hopped off the bikes and walked our way to them. My dad had turned around to us.
"Nothing's gonna happen here. Go back to your bikes." We didnt care, we walked right through him. "EZ."
"The fuck do you want from us?" Angel asked Dita.
"Karma. One of you Reyes' has to help me right a wrong today. una madre para una madre." Dita stood there, looking at us.
"Jesus."
"I left notes for the people I love. They'll think it's a suicide. No blame will fall on anyone."
"I'll do it." Ez volunteered.
"No." My father yelled. We turned to him.
"She's got a can full of gas. She wants to burn." Angel pointed out.
"I'll do it." He said, making eye contact with the three of us.
"Ignacio could. Felipe cannot. It's okay, mi amor." She smiled at him. I rolled my eyes.
"He's not yours to call mi amor. He was never yours." I growled at her. Angel, Ez and I walked to my father, huddled in a circle.
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"I was the one that pulled this thread. I have to end this." I looked at him, shaking my head.
"EZ, this is not you."
"It is pop."
"Then let me do it, i got no guilt. I can do it." I told them.
"Absolutely not." He yelled at me.
"I cant let you do that, you already have enough blood on your hands. Its gotta be me." My dad just shook his head. "Take him to the truck."
"Come on, Pop." Angel took my hands arm and walked him to the truck. I saw Ez, looking at Dita.
"Wait." I said as I grabbed his arm.
"Marisol." He whispers.
"Give me a minute." I told him. I walked up to Dita, backing up from every step i took.
"You're Marisol, you look like her. Im sorry for what i did." She had to me.
"Are you? You took my mother away from me. The one who truly understood me. I was 13 when she died. The one day I didnt stop by the shop. You took my childhood away from me that day." I cried.
"I never thought about the damage i brought." Dita shook her head, not even looking at me.
"Look me." I said sternly. "I saw my mothers bloody body. I held her, hoping she would come back. I still have the clothes i wore that day, stained in her blood. Do you know what kinda fucked up shit that does that to a kid? I was depressed, i had nobody. And there you were, sitting, enjoying your family, knowing you destroyed one. I had lost so much. Thanks to you. All because you didnt get the guy. My mom was a kind, pretty woman, and you took that away. Imagine if it was Miguel in my shoes."
