The Block Is Hot | Oscar Diaz

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"Is he okay?" I asked.

"He's alive." One of the Santos homies answered.

"That's not what I'm asking." I replied.

"Just let her in." I heard a voice from inside Ruby's house yell.

The group of Santos moved out of my way and I walked inside Ruby's house. "Shit!" I yelled, running over to Oscar and grabbing his face as I kissed him. He had cuts and bruises all over his face and chest.

"What the hell happened to him?" I asked Abuelita, who was sewing his neck back together.

"Cuchillos." Oscar answered, before taking a large drink of Aristocrat.

"Make sure to keep it clean and take amoxicillin for at least a week." Abuelita explained while taking a drink of Oscar's vodka.

"Where am I supposed to get that? I gotta lay low." Oscar replied.

"You're the drug dealer." Abuelita replied, before getting an alcohol wipe and wiping Oscar's neck. "Thank you."

"For what?" Oscar asked.

"You know what." Abuelita replied.

I sighed. "Oscar, I'll be outside."

I teared up, walking out of Ruby's house. I thought he was dead. I thought I had nobody again. I thought-

"I heard you went on a rampage." Oscar said, walking over to me.

I wiped tears off of my face and chuckled. "Yeah. I did."

"What's wrong?" Oscar asked.

"Cesar." I answered. "He was ready to kill Cuchillos. Pretty much do anything necessary for you. He thought you were dead. We all did."

Oscar sighed. "I'll have a talk with him."

I scoffed. "A talk? That's it?" I asked, walking in front of him.

"What else do you expect me to do?" Oscar asked.

"Uh, shit, I don't know. Get Cesar as far away from here and this gang bullshit as you can. Do you not hear me when I said that your fifteen year old brother was ready to kill someone?"

"That ain't got nothing to do with me." Oscar responded.

"It does!" I yelled. "It has everything to do with you. You made him this way. You turned him into a Santos. You gave him the gun to kill Latrelle. He wasn't going to say no to you, you're all he has! That's why he was ready to kill that bitch! Because of you!"

"What do you want me to say, Mia? That I'm sorry?" Oscar asked.

I looked up to the sky. "What if you didn't come back? What were we supposed to do? Just act like nothing was wrong? Act like someone else that we love didn't just die?" I asked.

"Mia-"

"Shut up." I whispered.

"It drove me crazy, thinking that I couldn't do anything while you were being tortured out of your mind by both 19th, and Cuchillos. While you were being cut up, we all thought you were dead. Your little brother was preparing to throw his whole teenage life away for you." I explained. "I was thinking of where I could go. Cuchillos already threatened my little brother. Couldn't just take him off my aunt's hands and go. A little baby's life was threatened, Oscar. And on top of that, my day one could have been dead."

Oscar walked closer to me and pulled me into a hug. "You don't have to ever worry about that again. I promise, amor."

I looked at my arm.