the reasons why.

- for the ones we wish to make proud.

AUGUST 28, 2018
3:18 PM

I was sitting at the front desk of my cousin's salon looking at my neck in my pocket mirror. It didn't hurt much anymore which I was grateful for, and the marks were almost completely gone.

Maybe with the bruises being gone Cam will actually talk to me again. When she came over the day after the fight and saw my neck she was so fucking livid.

Four days earlier...

"Camari put the knife down!" I ordered, blocking her way out of my kitchen.

"Get the fuck out of my way, Ramona!" she yelled, trying to push her way past me.

"What the hell do you think you're gonna do with that?" I asked, moving side to side as I tried to block her path.

"Kill Spooky's bitch ass for putting hands on you!" she said, angrily. She stopped stepping side to side with me and raised the knife up. "Ramona move out of my damn way before I stab your stupid ass, too!"

"You're not going to stab anyone. I can handle him-"

"Clearly you fucking can't!" she screamed, but her scream turned to sobs. I looked at her, tearing up as she cried. "Look at your neck Ramona. It's fucking black and blue."

"He was angry and rightly so. I shouldn't have been talking to Prophets-"

"Just shut up, Mona! Please, just shut up," she begged, still crying. She ran her free hand through her braids. She took a few breaths before looking back at me through teary eyes. "He's going to kill you one day."

I shook my head, quickly getting where this was going. "No, he's not. He loves me."

"He's gonna kill you and you're gonna let him," she said, her voice breaking.

"Stop. He's not going to kill me, Cam. Who kills someone they love?"

"Who does that to someone they love?" she asked, gesturing to my neck.

My hands instantly went up to rub the bruises that hurt to the touch. I shook my head. "It was one time."

Cam scoffed as she rubbed the last few tears away. "I knew you were stupid for this man, but I didn't think you were this fucking dense, Ramona," she shook her head, glaring at me. She roughly grabbed my hand from my neck and opened it before slamming the knife into my palm. "Here. You're gonna need it more than I do if you continue to hang around his abusive ass."

She pushed past me and out of the kitchen. I quickly turned and followed her into the living room. "Cam! Cam, where are you going?" I questioned, beginning to cry.

"Away from you," she answered, grabbing her stuff from the couch and heading towards the door. "When you finally get some sense you know where I'm at."

"Cam, please don't leave," I begged, but it didn't do any good. She opened the door and slammed it behind her without bothering to look back.

Present day...

These last few days had been torturous without my best friend - without my other half. I had left over 100 calls and texts, but she didn't answer or reply to one. I, against better judgement, texted Malik to get an update on her and he said she was okay. She was sticking to herself on that side and the guys had laid off harassing her for the time being because the block was hot, especially with Oscar getting back.

I still called and texted her, though. She would have to answer me sooner than later. If she was really that worried about me being around Spooky she wouldn't leave me unattended over here. She was watching me from afar or she had someone looking after me. I knew it. I knew her.

I took a break from spamming her and decided to post something. Since I had to sever all connections with Michael I was back to trying to get famous from earning a big following on Instagram and to do that I needed to post consistently. I was scrolling through my pictures but none of them were really popping out to me. I needed to post something fresh. I immediately knew what I wanted and my head snapped to Zahra who was sitting in an empty styling chair, spinning around absentmindedly as she was drawing.

"Zahra!" I yelled and she instantly looked up. "Come take this picture for me."

She stood up and trudged over to me, throwing her notebook and pen on the counter. She was super stressed because Monse made it back to town today and she didn't know what was going to happen when she heard about what Cesar said. Ruby told her he wasn't going to tell Monse what was said, but we all knew Monse would quickly get it out of him. She wasn't nicknamed 'The Honeybadger' for nothing. The girl wasn't going to let up and Zahra knew, so she was bracing herself for there to be an even further split in the fam once she found out.

She held her hand out and I slapped my phone into her palm. "Where do you want it at?" she asked.

I pointed to the mirror that belonged to the styling chair she was sitting at. "Right here. Take the picture of my reflection."

I walked over and fluffed out my hair, getting ready to pose for the picture when the voice I despised spoke. "Your cousin's salon is not a damn photoshoot set. Y'all better take that camera outsi-"

"Bianca, can you do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up?" I snapped before turning back to my reflection. I watched in the mirror as she rolled her eyes but remained quiet, returning back to installing her client's sew in. I reached up and began trying to fix my hair again, a small smile on my face. I finally got my hair how I wanted it and nodded. "Ready."

"I already took them," Zahra said, monotone as she handed my phone back. She turned back to the counter and grabbed her notebook again.

"Wh- I wasn't ready, RaRa!" I complained, watching as she sat back down in front of me again.

"You're photogenic Ramona, you're always ready," she rolled her eyes, beginning to draw again.

I thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "You right," I said, looking down and scrolling through the pictures. "Whoa, these are hella good."

"I know," she replied, blandly as she continued to draw.

"Okay, the fam really needs to make up because this emotionless RaRa is not it," I said, turning around and taking my seat on the stool again.

"Uh-huh," she hummed.

I rolled my eyes and imported the photo into Instagram. I typed out a caption and uploaded it, smiling as the likes came rolling in.

A few new customers came in and a couple needed to to pay, so I put my phone down and handled everyone. By that time it was four and Jessica, the other desk girl Shay hired, came in to take over as my shift ended. As I was putting all my stuff in my purse my phone dinged. I took it out of my pocket and looked to see who it was.

cam📷
iMessage
Friday, August 28th
4:03 PM

meet me at ruby's

coming

I didn't even say goodbye to anyone as I ran out of the front door and hopped onto my bike. I quickly started her up and sped out of the parking lot. I rolled through the streets of Freeridge, the wind in my hair, until I reached Ruby's. I almost tripped as I got off my bike because I was moving so fast. I ran up to the front door and ran in. There was no time for knocking. I needed to move fast so Cam didn't have the chance to take her invitation back.

I slammed through the door and came to a stop seeing Ruby standing on the coffee table in a pink, fluffy dress. He and Monse seemed to be in a heated discussion as Abuelita worked on the dress, but I didn't even have the energy to make fun of him.

"Hey, Monse! Welcome back!" I greeted, slightly out of breath.

She smiled at me. "Ramona! I missed you," she said, hugging me.

"Missed you too, kid," I said, pulling back. I turned to Ruby. "Nice dress Ruby, where's Cam?"

"Here," she said, rising up from the other side of the giant dress. Seeing her was like seeing an angel and I literally wanted to cry. I hopped over the coffee table and engulfed her in a hug as Monse continued badgering Ruby for answers. After a few seconds, Cam's arms wrapped around me.

"I missed you," I sighed.

"I missed you, too," she said, pulling back from me. "I'm still mad at your stupid ass, though."

I smiled, nudging her. "Are you really?"

"Yes," she said, seriously. I frowned and she shook her head. "But I'm not here to talk about that right now. I got you another agent."

My eyes widened. "What? Really?"

"Well, technically Aubelita did," she said, pointing to Abuelita who was looking surprised as Monse dragged Ruby outside.

"Abuelita, you found me an agent?" I asked, walking over to her.

She turned back to me and nodded, smiling. "Si, mija," she exclaimed, happily as she stood up from the couch.

"Wh-How?" I asked, amazed as I followed her into the kitchen.

"I made a dress for muuuuy rich man last year," she answered in her accent that I loved. "He needed a dress for his daughter's prom."

"Keep going!" I urged, excitedly.

"I remember he told me over the phone he was an agent, the kind you're looking for!" she told me, excitedly. "He made many girls famous! Like that one model with the wings. What is her name?" she asked, beginning to think. "The Native American one," she added, trying to jog her memory.

"Tallulah Reid the Victoria Secret angel?" I asked, shocked.

She pointed at me. "That one! With the long silky hair!"

I shrieked. "Shut up!"

She glared and I straightened up. "Sorry, Abuelita," I apologized and she nodded in forgiveness. I grabbed her hand. "Tell me more! How did this happen?"

"I made his daughter the dress and she loved it - which is not surprising," she shrugged, smugly. "He was so grateful he said he owed me one and I have yet to cash in the favor. Then Camari told me what that awful Oscar made you do and I immediately knew what I had to do! I called him and he said he would love to meet with you."

I was nearly in tears when I engulfed her into a hug. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Abuelita!"

She laughed, wrapping her arms around me. "What are grandmothers for, hermosa?" she asked, pulling back and cupping my face. I closed my eyes and took in her motherly nature. It reminded me of my own mother.

"Here is his numero, amor," she said, pulling a business card out of her gown and handin it to me.

I grabbed it from her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I love you so much!"

"Of course! Who doesn't?"

I laughed before running back to the living room and wrapping my arms around Cam. I kissed her head. "Thank you!"

She laughed, pushing me off of her. "What are you doing talking to me? Go call him!"

I squealed before running out of the door. Ruby sped past me and ducked into his house, but I paid him no attention as I pulled out my phone and dialed the number on the card. I went and sat on my bike, putting the phone to my ear.

I looked over the card as the phone rang.

Christopher McConnell
Talent Agent at
DNA Incorporated

(213) 862-4467
[email protected]
Office 908
2nd Street
Los Angeles, California
90114

The phone finally stopped ringing and a female voice came through.

"Hello," a woman greeted. "DNA headquarters. This is Madeline, Mr. McConnell's assistant speaking, how may I help you?"

I cleared my throat and stuttered, "U-um, I'm Ramona Moore. A friend-"

"Oh, you're Mrs. Martinez's granddaughter!" she realized. I didn't know if I should've corrected her or not, but there wasn't any time to try before she spoke again. "Give me one second, I'll connect you now."

"Thank you."

Silence came over the phone for a second before another line came up and this time a man's voice sounded. "Ramona! It's good to hear from you. I've been waiting on your call."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, of course. Your abuela - that is the correct term isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. That was one of the few Spanish words I did know.

"Oh good! My girls are teaching me bit by bit, but I'm still learning," he laughed and I fake laughed along with him. "But anyways, yes, your abuela called me earlier and told me about how her granddaughter has been on the lookout for an agent and I'm more than happy to help you out, Miss Moore. Are you free to meet at my office-"

"Yes!" I rushed out, cutting him off.

He laughed. "Well then, come on over. I'll be waiting for you."

I smiled and nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Okay. I'm on my way."

I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I started my bike and kicked the kickstand back before taking off down the street.

✰ ✰ ✰

AUGUST 28, 2018
6:08 PM

It was about an hour and a half later when I pulled up to the DNA headquarters. LA traffic strikes again. I held tightly onto my keys as I entered the building that was in downtown LA. Just from first impressions, this company was a thousand times better than whatever sketchy shit Michael worked for.

The thirty foot tall building was made completely of reflecting glass windows, the Hollywood sunset cast onto them. Once I walked inside I didn't see not one person dressed down. All the women wore dresses or pantsuits and high heels while all the men wore suits and dress shoes. I immediately began to feel dressed down in my strapless top, blue jeans and black Adidas. I really should've changed before I sped over here. I hated that I wore my best to go meet a sleazeball like Michael, but I showed up in this professional ass place looking like this.

I got into the elevator and hit the button nine. I bopped my head to the elevator music before it dinged and I got off. It wasn't hard finding 908. The offices here were hella weird though. A glass window had the number of the office, but when you walked inside there was someone sitting at a desk outside of an even larger mahogany wooden door. I walked into the open doorway of the 908 window and the young, small, white woman sitting at the desk typing looked up. Her black hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore thin, rimmed glasses. She smiled as soon as she saw me and immediately stood up.

"Ramona?" she asked, extending her hand out. I nodded, shaking it. "I'm Madeline. I believe we spoke on the phone?"

She's his assistant. This set up makes so much more sense now.

"Yeah, yep," I nodded, politely smiling. "I remember."

"Well, Mr. McConnell is waiting for you. Follow me," she nodded towards the door and I went around her desk and stood behind her. She pressed a button on the side of the door that seemed to be attached to a speaker. "Hello, Mr. McConnell. Ramona Moore is here for you," she spoke into the box.

"Yes, please bring her in, Madeline," he voice came through. She let go of the button and twisted the door knob, opening it and waving for me to go in.

"Thanks," I said, walking in.

She smiled before closing the door behind me. I looked around the room and was shook at how big it was. It didn't seem like it would be this big from outside.

It was also so... clean. Every piece of furniture seemed to be shining. The back wall was an entire window that looked over the Los Angeles skyline and I was in awe. The walls were painted white, but multiple frames and art pieces hung around the room, so the room was far from plain. A couple of plants sat in the far corners and a small couch sat against the side wall to my left. On the right is where the giant L shaped desk sat with a (pretty good looking) white man I was guessing was Mr. McConnell behind it.

"Ramona! It's so nice to meet you," he smiled, happily, standing up and walking around the desk. He held his hand out and I shook it, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, too," I said.

"Please, take a seat," he pointed at one of the chairs that sat across from his desk. I did as I was told (for once in my life) and sat down. He walked back around and plopped down into his leather seat.

I looked over his desk. It was clear except for a desk calendar and a... journal? Plenty of pictures were scattered around of Mr. McConnell and a latina lady that I was guessing was his wife along with pictures of two mixed girls - one little and one a teenager. He was a family man.

"What's your family's names?" I asked, looking at him. He glanced at the pictures and laughed. My eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"You're the first one of my clients who have ever asked me about my family," he smiled, sobering up. "And I have quite a few."

I shrugged. "I'm nosy."

He nodded before pointed to the woman. "That's my lovely wife, Alessandra. And these are my girls. The six year old with the never ending amount of energy is Talia McConnell-Pizano and the newly turned seventeen year old with attitude to spare is Jimena McConnell-Pizano."

"You guys are a cute family," I noted, looking over the pictures. There was one of him and Alessandra from their wedding day, a picture of them all from a family trip to Disneyland and various miscellaneous pictures of her and the girls at different ages and different places.

"Talia loves to bake and Jimena loves to write. She's also a really big neat freak. She makes me use this bullet journal," he picked up the journal and opened it, sifting through the pages as he continued, "She sets it up for me with different themes every month. It's super girly, but it actually helps me out a lot," he finished before closing it and putting it back down. He leaned forward, covering his mouth as he whispered, "Never tell her this, but I actually enjoy using it."

I laughed and not my fake, talking to the upper-class laugh, but an actual laugh. The true kind that came from my stomach. I had a good feeling about Christopher and I had a sixth sense when it came to this shit. Things were going to go well this time. I just knew it. I wasn't letting Oscar take him from me.

"So, I hear you're trying get famous," he said, leaning back again.

I nodded. "Trying being the key word."

"Well, no need to try anymore. I got you from here, Ramona," he said, opening his drawer and pulling out a file.

Hearing those words lifted a burden off my shoulders that I didn't even realize was there. I felt free. I felt happy. I felt like I was finally reaching my dreams.

"Your Abuelita told me you made an account on what she called 'Instaweb' to try and get followers," he raised his eyebrow as he used air quotes. I laughed, pushing my hair behind my ear. "I'm guessing she meant Instagram."

"Yeah, that's the one," I confirmed. "Although, Instaweb sounds interesting, too."

"Maybe she can create it?" he proposed, raising his shoulders and I laughed again. "Can I see your page?"

I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and launching the app. I clicked on my profile before handing it to him.

He looked over it, nodding approvingly. "This is really impressive, Ramona. You're almost at ten thousand followers in a little over a month."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"I tell all of my clients that having a strong social media presence is the key to a career these days. You're already one step ahead of the game. And judging by this it won't take long before more followers come rolling in after I get you some gigs. Abuelita said you wanted to be a model?"

"Model, actress, I'm willing to try anything at this point really."

He nodded. "It's always good to experiment when you first enter the business and see what you excel most at. Some people are a jack of all trades, which I have no doubt you will be. But just to start you off I'll land you some modeling gigs for some big companies. Get your face in the magazines and then we'll take it from there," he told me, opening the file and writing something down. "I'll need some headshots from you, just to show the executives."

"I have some," I informed him. After the fiasco with Michael I still decided it would be good to have some just in case.

"Really? None of my new clients ever do," he asked, surprised.

I shrugged, nonchalantly. "What can I say? I'm one of a kind."

He chuckled. "That you are, Miss Moore," he said, returning back to his file.  "Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded. "Go ahead."

"Why do you want this, Ramona?" he asked, looking up from the paper and at me.

What?

"I'm not sure I understand the question," I shook my head, confused.

"Why do you want this? Is it the fame? The flashing lights?" he clarified, bring his hand up to rub his chin. "Is it the money? The hearing thousands of people scream your name? What is it? What brings you here, in my office, right now?"

I stared at him, completely taken aback. I had only been asked this question once - by Oscar many years ago - but the answer I gave then just wasn't the same as now.

Four years earlier...

"Why you want to be famous so bad, Mona?" he asked, passing me the blunt.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was calming and the light wind was a perfect combination.

I gladly took the blunt and brought it to my lips, inhaling before slowly exhaling, the smoke escaping my mouth. I sighed, "I just wanna make it out of here, Os."

"Freeridge?"

"Yeah. The gang shit is tiring. I want to leave it all behind. All the pain, all the violence."

"Violence is everywhere you go these days. Don't matter if you in South Central or Malibu."

"Yeah, I guess we'll see when I spend my millions on one of those villas in Malibu with the twenty-four hour security," I joked and he did his cute, hearty laugh where he throws his head all the way back.

"Damn, twenty four security?" he asked, looking over at me.

"Hells yeah, I can't let these Freeridge motherfuckers think for a second that they can come chill in my mansion. Better take your ass back to the Tuesday afternoon lockdowns and the boarded up cornerstores," I said, taking another puff of the blunt before passing it back to him.

"Damn, you evil," he laughed, taking a hit.

"Not evil. Just cautious," I corrected.

He blew the smoke from his mouth and looked me in the eyes. "Do this mean I'm not invited to your fancy new villa?"

"Nah, you always gonna be invited, fool," I nudged him.

"Always?" he quirked an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Always."

Present day...

I used to want to leave Freeridge to escape the gang violence, but now, no matter how annoying they were and how tired of the gang shit I got, the Santos were family. So were the kids and so was Cam. I couldn't just up and leave them here. This was my home. No fucking way was I gonna be one of those bitches who get famous and forget where they come from.

It wasn't about leaving behind the violence or the pain - that shit follows you no matter where you go. It was about different shit now. And I can't believe it took me this long to realize that.

"I want to create a name for myself," I realized, my voice quiet. "I want to make my mom proud. I want to give back to my family after all they've done for me."

I finally looked him in the eyes, hoping my honest answer got his approval. He looked at me intently for a second before nodding, "I can make that happen for you, Ramona. But you got to meet me halfway and in order to do that you have to wake up everyday and remind yourself of those three reasons. On the hard days - and trust me, there will be some - you have to repeat that to yourself. It's the only way you're going to keep going. It's the only way you won't burn out. Can you do that? Can you meet me halfway?"

I swallowed before nodding. "I can meet you halfway, Mr. McConnell."

"Good," he nodded. He pushed the file towards me and handed me the pen. "Sign this. It's our contract. I'm gonna start finding some gigs for you, in the mean time, keep posting and being your regular gorgeous self."

"You got it," I smiled standing up.

"I'll keep you updated on any future gigs. Keep your phone on you and make sure you have my number, DNA's number and Madeline's number saved," he ordered and I nodded.

"How much do I have to pay you for this?" I asked, remembering the Michael incident.

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Consider it apart of the favor for Abuelita. In the contract it says I'm signed with you for five years - leaving the renewal optional and I get ten percent of all your payments from all projects."

"Thank you, Mr. McConnell. Seriously," I responded. "I'm so grateful."

"No, thank you, Ramona. For being a breath of fresh air."

It was silent for a second before I spoke again. "You can call me Mona."

He smiled. "Mona it is. Call me Chris."

"Chris it is," I nodded.

✰ ✰ ✰

AUGUST 28, 2018
8:07 PM

I rushed home to tell Oscar the good news. There were no faults in this one. Chris was far from affiliated to the Prophets and shit was finally starting to look up for me. It was clear skies and smooth sailing from here on out.

I hopped off my bike and ran inside the house. No one was in the living room or kitchen, but Oscar's impala was outside so I knew he was here. He was probably sleeping. That man could sleep for eternity if you let him.

I walked down the hall and pushed his door open and what I saw infuriated me just as much as it broke me.

Oscar was naked while some random dark skinned girl was riding him. At least I thought she was random, but I quickly recognized her from high school.

Kennedy Jackson.

The sneaky, selfish, self-centered bitch from the other side of No Man's Land. She was on the cheerleading team with Cam and even tried to take Malik from her at one point. Cam kicked her off the team and she didn't bother her again. Looks like the bitch decided to resurface.

"What the fuck is this?" I screamed.

Oscar's head snapped towards the door and Kennedy looked at me, a smirk on her face. She was still riding him and if that didn't hurt enough Oscar turned right back to her like he didn't see me.

I'm not doing this shit with him anymore.

I charged at Kennedy, snatching her by her hair and pulling her off of him. I threw her on the ground and began pummeling her face in. "You snake ass bitch! Stay the fuck off my side!" I yelled, punching her in the face over and over again. Her lips were covered in blood and I'm pretty sure her nose was broken.

"I'm sorry, whose side?" Oscar asked from behind me, still laying on the bed.

"You, shut the fuck up!" I ordered, stopping for a moment to point and glare at him. "Imma handle your ass in a minute!"

I turned back to a coughing Kennedy and kept going. "I guess beating your ass once just wasn't enough!"

I finally stopped hitting her because it was time for this bitch to get out of this damn house. I stood up and grabbed her discarded clothes from the floor. I threw them at her and pointed towards the door. "Get the fuck out," I ordered.

She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the house butt ass naked. She could make a fool out of herself by running over twenty blocks naked. I could care less about that bitch's reputation.

I turned back towards Oscar who was just now putting his pants on. "That was so hot," he commented, stalking towards me, that lustful look in his eye.

This motherfucker has me so fucked up right now.

I dodged his grasp and pushed him back, to which the lustful look in his eyes disappeared and was replaced with rage. "Fuck you pushing on?" he asked, getting tall.

"Why do you think you can just go around and fuck other bitches like my feelings don't matter? Like you didn't claim me?" I asked, angrily.

"We not official no more," he shrugged.

My mouth literally dropped. "We're not official?" I repeated, not believing his words. "The fuck you mean we not official? I dropped my fucking agent for you! Because you asked me to without knowing if I'd ever find another one all for you to be out here fucking other bitches!"

"You acting like you not one of those bitches," he chuckled, grabbing a cigarette from his pack and lighting it up.

"I wasn't when I was the only one sending you money and visiting you while you were locked up. While I was the one taking care of Cesar because you asked me to," I shot back. He looked at me unfazed and I knew I was seconds from breaking down. "I really miss the Oscar from high school. The one who would do anything for me because he loved me that much."

"I only did shit for you so I could get in your pants," he scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you'll believe it," I challenged him. I began shaking my head as I looked at the horrible excuse for man that sat in front of me. That looked at me like I never meant anything to him. This wasn't my Oscar. "How could you have fallen so far?"

"Me?" he asked, eyes wide as he pointed to himself. "No puedo creerlo. Ramona, I'm not the one sucking dick for deals!"

That was the last straw. I'm not lovesick little Mona anymore waiting for this gang banging cholo to love me. He's about to learn I'm not the motherfucking one.

"You know what? Yeah, I sucked that Prophet's dick. But at least I did it trying to make it out. That's better than sucking your dead dad's dick! When are you gonna stop trying to make a dead man proud?" I asked, angrily.

His eyes narrowed and he stood up, pointing at me. "Mona, you're treading on a thin line right now. You better-"

"Guess what, Oscar? He still wouldn't give a fuck about you if he was alive. He'd be ashamed of you and your pathetic ass excuse for leading your even more pathetic excuse for a gang. You're a bunch of cowards who think jumping in a fourteen year old boy makes you hard. Spoiler alert, it just makes you emotionless dicks!"

His hand wrapped around my neck again and I couldn't breathe. I tried to pry his hand off my neck, but just like last time, he was too strong. "I told you to to stop talking. Don't bring my dad up ever again you puta de mierda!" he warned, his tone lethal.

In one swift motion I brought my knee up to his groin and he instantly let go of my neck, hunching over. I took in a breath of air before swinging my arm back and connecting my fist with his face. He fell to the ground. He laid there, clutching his private parts in pain. Fucking pathetic.

"I'm getting the fuck out of Freeridge. And when you see me on billboards and talk shows, I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember your existence is meaningless. Remember that all you have are the gang ridden streets of Freeridge - well, half of the gang ridden streets of Freeridge. I want you to remember you had a girl as amazing as me willing to do anything for you, but you chose your gang whose given you nothing but problems. I want you to remember that you're a pathetic excuse for a man who puts his hands on women when he gets mad. I want you to remember you're fucking worthless," I spat.

I watched as he slowly rose, and I got ready to go again if he decided he wanted to attack me one more time. He didn't though, he just looked at me with tears in his eyes. Looking at his eyes brought my attention to the teardrop that sat under one of them.

"Quick question," I started, cocking my head to the side. "When are you gonna tell your homies that that tear drop you pride yourself for wearing everyday belongs under my eye instead of yours?"

His eyes narrowed and he pointed to the door. "Get. the. fuck. out. of. my. house. Gringa."

The last word brought some tears to my eyes because he knew how much that word hurt me and exactly why it hurt so much, but I refused to let them fall. I just nodded and did as he said without looking back.


Translations:

Si, mija → Yes, my daughter/dear

muuuuuy → veeeery

... numero, amor → ... number, love

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maybe mona snapped.
she finally standing up for herself god bless

abuelita really saving the day (as per usual)

y'all met mr mconnell, watcha think?






cam when she found out about oscar putting hands on mona




bianca: hey-
ramona:




ramona: when are u gonna tell ur homies that teardrop under ur eye belongs under mine?
y'all:




this is my warning, prepare urselves for the next chapter because thats where shit gets serious

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