Cholo

(24) Veinticuatro

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. Nothing was magical - not a dew drop on grass that sparkled, or peaceful neighborhood were children giggled and danced in the streets. There was no silence, no peace; merely, a group of gang members clad in green and golden chains. Music that wafted through the air wasn't peaceful by any means, instead it provoked violence and string of cusses that would have their abula breaking the tape into half. In this mass of green, a red Impala sailed through. The two within looked straight ahead, ignoring the flashing of guns and tattoos of their rivals. Instead they acted out their roles. A pissed of older brother and the traitor. 

But once the car reached the corner of the street, the elder brother glanced about; checking to see if any of the peering Prophet$ were lingering. His furrowed eyebrows eased as he turned his head to face his younger brother. The corners of their lips perked. The slow movement of their lips perking turned into a full blown cackle. They laughed gleefully at their victory of fooling the enemy. And as their laughter ceased, Oscar shuffled in his seat as he pulled out his phone. His eyebrows furrowed again and his smile line drooped to a frown. His hand clutched the steering wheel as his body tensed. Cesar nudged his brother, eyes shining with worry. They didn't find out.. Did they? 

"Oscar?" His voice was low. 

Oscar did not reply but stepped his foot hard onto the gas pedal. 

Cesar gulped before urgently calling his brother's name. Mildly bewildered by his change of behavior and slightly frightened for his own life as the car swirled and turned on full speed. 

"She gave birth." 

Three words laced with utter regret. 

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The car screeched to halt at the Hospital's main entrance. Oscar scrambled out, ignoring the security guard asking him to move his car. Everything around him was a dull buzz; as if stuck in a movie where the main character falls into shock and their surrounding environment turns into a fast-forward blur. He pushed his way through the queue of people towards the receptionist. Her name came out harsh and urgent - and based on the terrified look the receptionist shot him, he knew she was intimated by his exterior. 

She clicked and clinked the keyboard. Scanned the screen, then spoke the number of her room: "Room 103, 10th floor." Her voice was crisp. With a sharp nod, Oscar turned towards the elevators. He wanted to rush up the stairs as if this was a movie. But it wasn't - and he wanted to look as decent as he can. The elevator was slow - too slow for his liking. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rolled on the heels, glanced about until finally the elevator gave a 'ting'. The doors opened and he was suddenly aware of his empty hands. He forgot to come bearing gifts, and its too late now because he was standing in front of her room. 

He breathed in. His mind coming up with an excuse for not being there for her. But once he knocked and popped his head into the room. His breath hitched. It suddenly hit him as he stared at her - no, them! There were three there. His girl and his baby. And a sleeping Jada. She smiled lightly, and raised a finger to her lips. He bobbed his head and walked silently into the room. God, he prayed he was silent. As he sat and held his son, he wanted to blurt out he was sorry. But as his eyes locked with her's and his mouth opened ajar to utter an apology, she placed a hand onto his shoulder and shook her head. His lips stretched out into a smile. His eyes gleamed apologetically. Maria played at his hand lightly, beckoning him closer. He obliged. Awkwardly shuffling back into the pillows with a baby in his arms. 

They leaned back onto the pillows. She placed an arm onto his shoulder and another caressed his biceps. She kissed his cheek. And whispered into his ear: "you better be there for his graduation." He laughed lightly, turned his head towards her and captured her lips with his. 

"I will be." 

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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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