On Our Block

Chapter Twenty Three

This lady is crazy.

Me:Maybe if he left and even faked his own death, he doesn't want to be found again by anyone, including you, love or not.

She turns around and looks at me then the others.

Butter knife: I thought about that too... But I don't care. He was, is, the love of my life. I need him to know, and now is the time. This August is the 40th hood day for all Santos, and he deserves to see all that we have achieved. And you're gonna ensure he does.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a flying  hood day fuck about how many years it's been since the Santos were born, hell he made them.

Me:And if he died within these few years? Want us to bring back a bone or some shit?

She cuts her eyes at me and Monse smacks my arm, I roll my eyes close my eyes due to the pounding in my head. Fuck I'm about to throw up.

Cesar:Look we want to help, but what if, at some point, some of those prophet$ are released and they connect me and Amara to the Bad money? They're gonna be after us.

Butter knife:Cesar, Cesar, Cesar. You're all safe from retribution. There is....*laughs*...no threat. So you can get started immediately, and you should. August is around the corner.

Monse:Hold on I start my new school in July.

Butter knife:Great! Then July it is... Hammel, take the kids home.

Son of a angry bitch.

Time Skip...

Once we are unkindly pushed out of the van we look around, I check my phone and groan.

Jamal:Lil Ricky's alive?

Cesar:And Hammel's a dirty cop. When are we ever gonna be normal teenagers?

Me:Well, you did say brown kids never had fun...It's almost twelve, my mom and dad are gonna kill me.

Monse:Now, I'm out! This is not my mess or my problem.

Ruby:You can't disobey the orders of a gang boss.

Monse:Uh... Watch me. She ain't my boss, and I don't care about the money. I'm not spending one more minute with you assholes and worrying about some sociopath looking to get laid. As far as I'm concerned, Cuchillos and all of you can suck a butt. Besides Amara.

I slap my hands against my thighs and start to walk home, my head still pulsing. Once I walk inside I see my mom and dad sitting on the couch watching the door. They jump up and rush to me.

Mom:Are you alright baby? Why haven't you picked up your phone!

Me:Some crazy lady picked us up... More like kidnapped us and told us about her love for lil Ricky.

Dad:Who's lil Ricky?

Me:Creator of the Santos... I'm fine we're all fine, you can cancel the missing persons reports. I love you get some sleep.

My phone vibrates and I check it. Jamal. My mom and dad kiss my forehead and cheek before leaving.

Cuzzo❤️:Diaz house in 2 minutes!

Me:Alright, alright.

I see my mom and dad walk into their room and I drop my book bag and turn right around and out of the still open door. I pray this cholo has pain pills. Can I even take pain pills?