"This is my life forever," I cried. "If you can't handle what I do then maybe you should leave!"
short story ;))
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE NETFLIX SHOW "ON MY BLOCK" CHARACTERS
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I groaned in pain because of my back. "Daddy, wake up!" Angelina yelled as she jumped on my body, making me land back on the couch.
"Good job mamas," Marisol walked over and gave Angelina a high five. "Where's Rosa?" Angelina shrugged. "She left," Marisol mouthed. I gave her a surprised expression. "Okay, let's eat," Angelina ran to the kitchen table "We ate without you," Marisol nodded. "Daddy, it was so good," I nodded. "Oh really, what did she make," "Chicken, beans, and rice" Angelina smiled then rubbed her tummy. "Mhmm my favorite, don't tell mommy but hers' is better." We both nodded.
"Hey, Marisol can I talk to you?" She nodded. "Angelina we'll be right back," I told her as Marisol gave her another plate.
We walked into Cesars' room then closed the door. "She left already?" She nodded. "I apologized to her and all she told me was that it wasn't my fault, to make Angelinas' life happy/better and to keep care of you. She left a note in your bedroom she also said,"
I walked out of the room and walked into mine. I noticed a piece of paper on my bed with my name on it. I picked it up and began to read it.
I sat on the edge of the bed and cried. I heard a knock at my bedroom door, "Go away," I cried heavy.
"Can I come in," Marisol walked into my room anyway. "What does it say?" I handed her the note so she can read it. I handle onto my pillow tight. "Oh wow," I nodded, silently crying into my pillow.
"She's right. You're right. Everything's my fault." I mumbled. She put the letter on my nightstand then sat next to me. "Everything's not your fault, Oscar." She placed her hand on my back, I froze then I sat up.
"Are you kidding me?" I whispered. I grabbed the note and showed her the last sentence. "𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙊𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙯. So this isn't my fault, she fucking put on paper. My whole life everyone's been telling me it's my fault and I'm actually starting to believe them.
"Cut that shit out Oscar, everything isn't your fault, when people leave your life it's for a reason. You need to stop believing what people say about you. That's your problem, you let people get to you so far that you set your own bomb off." She snapped.
"You know before I got back to Freeridge, I had an interview with one of the hottest fights magazines. The interviewer set my bomb off and I nearly killed him. He went out of line." I sobbed. She sighed and grabbed my arm. "Sit up," She pulled me into a hug. "Just know everything is not your fault. You need to learn how to not listen to peoples bullshit," I scoffed.
"How can I do that," She grabbed my hands and put them into fists. "By fighting," I nodded. "I have something to say," I moved from the hug to sit up straight in front of her. "I have a meeting and a fight in Las Vegas," She nodded.
"What does that have to do with me?" I smiled. " I want you to go with me," Her face went from calm to shock. "What about Angelina?" "She has to stay with Rosa." She shook her head. "I know someone, Call Monse over. We're gonna have to go to their house."
"Where's the house," She got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"In Brentwood," She left the room to get dressed. I pulled out my phone and called Monse to come over.
"What do you want," Monse said staying in the doorway.
"I need you to watch Angelina while me and Marisol go somewhere."
"Why can't Rosa watch her?" I sighed. "She left me, we're done," Her face became a surprised expression then she laughed. "She someone finally stepped up and left your ass. While I'm talking I have words for you," I sighed. "Look your words are gonna have to wait, can you just watch her or not." She rolled her eyes then walked in. "Thank you, we should be back by 9:30" She waved her hand telling us to leave.
"Marisol are you ready," Marisol walked into the living room and sighed. Her outfit sighed itself.
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"Let's go," We walked outside to the car and go in. "Are you sure," I asked before I turned on the engine. She nodded. "Ight, let's go then," I turned on the car engine then I drove.
