Gonzalo ✔

Chapter 1

Word count: 2236

Rosa's POV

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My eyes darted around the room frantically, my mind going in a jumbled mess as I repeated the same question over and over. What happened here?

Why was this repeatedly happening to us? What could be the problem? What had my parents gotten involved in that would make those people to trash my house this way. They always came whenever I and my siblings weren't at home.

"I hope you remembered all I told you, you will need it when the time comes. It's time for you to leave." She croaked, wincing as she adjusted a little.

"You are hurt mama, I need to rush you to the hospital before the injury gets any worse." I stated in alarm and tried to help my mother up. The room had been trashed, the table was in a wreck and books were scattered across the room.

Even as I spoke though, my mom was having none of it as she shook her head, even in her bloodied state.

My eyes blurred at the sight of the blood dripping from the sides of her lips.

"Go Rosa, don't speak to strangers who act too friendly because it might be one of them trying to get your attention. Don't forget the scorpion sign I showed you. It is what got me where I am today..."

"What do they want with you? Is it the same people that came the other day?!" I rushed out as chills traveled across my back. My legs trembled even as I knelt to assist her up though she was having none of that.

My siblings were in their room, oblivious to whatever was happening here. I specifically told them to stay there.

This wasn't the first time I would meet my mother in this state in her room, her things trashed and my father nowhere to be found. Now whenever I got back from the bookstore where I currently worked as a librarian, I would always come to their room first.

Was papa owing a loan shark? My parents always thought I didn't notice these past few months.

Some men were always coming here in black, huge cars. After the men in suits leave, then my parents would argue in hushed tones and wouldn't relate well for a few days before going back to their normal couple routine.

But it never got this worse that they would rough up my mother in her own room.

"Did they...did they, you know, assault you...? "

Her eyes went wide as she placed a trembling hand on my cheek. "They did not, they can't. They're not allowed to."

I didn't understand what she meant by that. Were they going to come back for more?

Who exactly were they? What did they want? Why couldn't she go to the police?

The dread that had settled at the pit of my belly multiplied by ten folds as I thought about this.

Didn't those men in suits have mothers at home?!

My mother grasped hold of my hands. "They are coming back honey, so..go.... Make sure you dispose your phone before getting to the airport, in case they try to track you." She pushes three little thick books into my palm and i blinked, checking them. They were passports for I and my two younger one.

When did she process these? She'd used the pictures she took from our family Thanksgiving last year when she told us to take individual pictures that might be needed for future purpose.