"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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We've been in the car for an hour and there's nothing good on the radio. "Can you stop messing with the radio?" Oscar asked as he gave me a glance. I moved my hand away from the radio and laid it on my lap.
"Can I ask you something," I looked at him. "Go ahead,"
"What happened to Cesar? Why doesn't he live with you?" I turned my body to him. He stopped the car because of the red light. "You probably heard about him not killing Latrelle right," I nodded. The light turned green, his eyes were focused on the road.
"Cuchillos didn't want him staying with us because he failed his part. So I had to kick him out. But now that he's leading the Santos he moved the whole operation to fucking Bakersfield." He sighed.
"You kicked your own blood out?" He nodded "I didn't have a choice," I shook my head. "You could've fought for him," Then he shook his head. "It was part of the plan to take down the Prophet$,"
"And you got him and friends involved?" He nodded. "It's a long story but the former leader got burned up, literally,"
"So who's the leader now?" We pulled into my moms' driveway, "They're thinking of making me Cuchillos,"
"Let's go inside," he added. I grabbed his arm. "I'm not ready," He sighed. "You have to talk to her one day, and that's today. Let's go." He got out of the car and started to walk to the front door. I took a deep breath and got out of the car and walk to the front door. "You ready?" He asked. I nodded. He knocked on the door then ranged the doorbell.
"Who is it?" My mother yelled through the Ring doorbell. Oscar looked at me. "It's me. Marisol," Her mother gasped and opened the door. "It's really you," she grabbed her for a hug. "Yeah, it's really you,"
Then she looked at Oscar with a smile on her face. "And you brought Oscar, awe how are you? She pulled him into a hug. "Wow, you got big, how's the fighting been?" He nodded "It's been good. I also have a daughter." He pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of Angelina.
"Awe she looks just like you, What's her name?"
"Angelina, she's six, turning 7 in 2 weeks," I looked at Oscar as he was looking at me.
"Awe you named her after Marisols' middle name, that's cute." We both nodded. "Well come in, come in, go into the living room area. I'll call your brother down," She closed the door and called out for Marco.
"Actually we won't be staying for long, I was wondering if you can watch Angelina will Oscar and I go to Las Vegas?" She scoffed. "What's all? You leave and that's all you want from me? At least Oscar knows how to check up on people," He scratched his head and I looked at them both.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Ever since you and him got into your argument in high school, he's always been checking on Marco and I." We looked at the stairs because we heard footsteps.
"Aye Oscar how you been," Marco went to dap Oscar up then he looked at me. "Why is she here?"
Oscar tapped Marcos' shoulder. "Be nice to your sister,"
"No, because of her, I could've died. That's why we had to move." Then he looked at me. "What is he talking about, Marisol?" My mom placed her hand on Oscars' chest. "Nothing, We'll watch Angelina for you."
"Stop, he needs to know!" Marco yelled. "One day the Prophet$ came to the old house in Freeridge looking for Marisol because of some stupid shit,"
"Stop it," Mom said
"I didn't know what was going on, I thought she was in danger but she did something to upset the Prophet$," He continued.
"Marco stop it," Mom yelled
"I ended up getting my ass beat up because of her shit. We couldn't afford to pay all my medical bills, that's how much damage she did," He concluded. I shook my head and began to cry.
"Bring Angelina tomorrow, and we'll watch her." Marco and I made dead eye contact. Then I walked outside and sat on the porch. Oscar opened the door but turned back. "Thank you, see you tomorrow then he closed the door and looked at me. "Let's go," He walked passed me and got into the car.
"What you're mad at me now?" I said while getting into the car. No response.
We've been in the car for an hour now and he still hasn't said anything to me. "Oscar, can we talk?" I said as he stopped at the light.
"Talk about what? How you judged me about kicking my brother out but your brother almost dying because of you?" He hissed, causing me to jump a little.
"It wasn't my fault," I pleaded. He did a light scoff. "Yeah, that's what they all say," He focused back on the road because of the green light.
"Look we both were wrong an--" He stomped on his brakes
"We? No, Marisol, it was you who was wrong. Yes, I kicked Cesar out. Was I wrong for that yes but I found a way for him to get back into my home. I gave away one of my best streets to another gang just to get my own blood back. But did you do anything to the Prophet$ when you found out what they did to him? He spat, I shook my head.
"Exactly," We continued to drive in silence until we got back.
"What the fuck?" He whispered, Prophet$ in front of the yard. "You stay in here,"
"But let me,--" then he gave me a deadly stare causing me to sigh. "Fine go," He slammed the car door then walked to Quincy sitting on the outside couch. Then they both made eye contact with me.
