Isabel saw me a few days ago and gave me the good news, I'm out. I don't know how she did it, but she did. No trial, yet. Xiomara watched me as I packed some of my stuff and she comes up to me.

"Vein." She grabs my cheeks, looking down at me. "You be good, okay? Don't fuck up." With the small amount of time I've been here, Xiomara had been like a mother to me. She really cared for me, looked out for me.

"What if I do fuck up?"

"No, you won't. Just promise that you'll stay out of trouble, and if I see you back here again, I'll hurt you." She joked. I kept nodding, tearing up. "You are like a daughter to me, don't come back here unless it's to talk to me, okay?" The guard opens the gate, waiting. We took one more look at each other. "Betty and Camilla, they say their goodbyes, they said the same thing, and Betty wants you to call her once in a while."

"I will." I picked up my bag, walking away. They made me sign a couple of things, give me my things, finally, my ring. I slid it through my finger, the void was gone. I stepped out, the fresh air, I'm free. Coco was there, leaning against a car, smoking. My stomach had butterflies, I formed a cheeky smile. I made my way to him, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him passionately.

"It's good to have you in my arms again." He whispers to me.

"I'm not going anywhere. Let's go home, yeah?" He opens the tan car door. What happened to the black car? I slowly got in, Coco following behind. He seemed nervous or aggravated. He kept tapping the steering wheel, sniffing. I turned up the music, looking at him. "What happened to the car?" Coco looks at me for a brief second.

"Oh, I um, I crashed it." It sounded like he knew I was going to say the question. He said nothing else, just focused on the road back home. I just brushed it off. The ride was quiet, what was there to say? How the food was? My accident with Ana? As we pulled up to the house, I got flashbacks. I can still see the flashing lights, hear the bikes and radios, feel the blood on my face. "Amor?" Coco's hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. I brushed my hand over my face.

"I'm fine." We got out of the car, heading to the door. My heart started to pound outside my chest. Coco grabbed my hand, assured me that everything is okay. The place was the same, looks like they bought some new furniture. In the kitchen, I can see myself with Roberto, slamming my head against the floor, dragging me, choking me. I cleared my throat and turned to Coco, who was just concerned for me. I put on a smile and held his hand. "Wheres Letty?"

"With a friend, she'll be back. Angel and Ez are coming in a few hours."

"We have the house to ourselves then?" Coco wraps his arms around my waist, wobbling down to our room, shutting the door behind us.

—

Ez, Angel and Letty stopped by, had a few drinks, celebrated my return home. It's nice to be back home. Their smiles, who would've thought, I missed seeing. Letty went to bed, Angel had to meet up with Nails and Ez had to go. The house was back to quiet, went to bed early, soon as I crashed, it felt like I was on a cloud, sinking. That was ruin because I felt someone watching me. The room was dark, Coco wasn't beside me, the door was open and there was a silhouette. My body shut down, went numb, couldn't move. The silhouette moved closer and closer. My eyes widen.

"Hmm." Humming was all I managed to say. My lip was trembling with fear.

"It's me, it's me." It was Coco. He held me up, holding me. Soon as he held me, I can finally breathe. "You're safe."

"I need some air." I quickly got out of bed, grabbing a blunt and headed to the backyard. My body stopped being tensed as I hit it. I can pull this through. You did it once, you can do it again.

—

It's been a month since I came back. Things were strange, everyone was on edge, Angel wasn't himself, and Ez, he was normal, a little too normal. Another person I was worried about is Coco, he was angry all the time, little things pissed him off, if Letty came home late, he's mad, there's no food, mad.

Letty just tells me to leave him alone, he'll come through. Then I started working again, the bar and the tattoo shop. It was stressful but it helped me get my mind off of things. I haven't seen pops, he never asked for me or anything. I don't get the guts to see him, it's just too much there and I'm not ready.

"Well fuck me." A familiar voice boomed in the bar. I turned to see Carla. She had been working with me and Christopher a few years back, she's a good friend, she's the life of the party, always gotta make everyone smile. She hugs me, swaying me back and forth. "God I fucking miss your ass."

"Hey Carla." I pushed my hair back, leaning against the table. "I see the place hasn't burned down, looks like you're doing a good job." I laughed. Carla started to get everyone's their drinks, me wiping down tables. Business was slow, ever since ICE came into town, everyone was too scared to show their faces anywhere.

"I'm glad you're back. I miss my person." She shakes me. Carla hasn't been to work for a month due to some family problems, today was the first time we have seen each other.

"Don't lie to me Carla."

"You should come over! We can have some drinks, catch up."

"I might have to rain check, but I am down any time." We started to clean up, closing down the bar for the night. Chris gave us the go. I waved goodbye to them, heading my way home. It was still early. As I pulled up to the house, pulled out my keys and entered. The house was dark, so I opened the blinds. "Coco!" I yelled out, no response. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on the couch. I looked at the coffee table and saw white powder. I got closer, wiping my finger.

"Marisol..." Coco wipes his nose, standing in front of me. "I can explain."

"What is this?" I dusted the powder on my shorts. "Are you doing drugs?"

"What? No!" He lied. He comes to the table, dusting the powder off. "Listen, it's just-"

"What is it then? If you're doing it, tell me. We can get help."

"I don't want any help." He started to get all offensive. "I'm not doing anything."

"Johnny." I pinched my nose. "You know I hate-"

"Let me do my own shit! You don't have to babysit me. You're not my mom." Coco walks away from me. I followed him into the kitchen. "Stop being up my ass. Just trust me."

"I do trust you! Don't go down this road, please. Let me get you help."

"Does it look like I need help?" He snaps at me. "Just drop it."

"I'm not going to just drop it. If you're using, I need to know." He went back into the living room, again, me following. "Johnny!" We were screaming at each other, pointing fingers, swearing. Spit was flying all over the place every time we screamed. "Let me help you!"

"I don't need your fucking help! Just stay out of my shit!"

"Don't throw your life away please! Think about me! Letty!"

"I don't know what you're talking about because I'm bot doing nothing! Stop assuming shit!" I swear to you, i do think we woke up the neighbors. "Why are you such a bitch!"

"Really?" I tilted my head to the side. "You really want to go there?"

"Yes."

"Why am I a bitch?" I hummed. "Do you think I'm stupid? The car? Did you really crash it? The late nights gone, Letty losing her iPad? My money missing from my wallet? You think I wouldn't notice? That's all a coincidence?" He just scuffs, playing it off. "Or you spending a lot of time in the car before you come inside?" He knew I was right, he just didn't want to admit it. "Sorry I care about you. You know what? I trust you." I pointed at him. "If you're not doing drugs, fine, I believe you." He stands up straight. I walked into our room.

"Where are you going?" He saw me pack a bag, shoving random clothes I found into it.

"I need to cool down." I looked at him. "We need to cool down."

"Angel and Ez arent home, you ain't talking to your dad." I swung the bag over my shoulder. "You got nowhere to go."

"Don't worry about it." I got out of the small room we shared.

"Marisol stop being childish." I grabbed my other bag and he grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him. His eyes were dilated, he was lying to my face. I dropped my bags.

"I'm going for a walk." I headed to the door and shut it behind me. I needed to clear my mind. What am I going to do? I can't force him to go to rehab. Why can't he just come clean to me? The thinking made me show up at Carla's house. The lights were on, so I decided to go. I knocked on the door, a few seconds later Carla opens it. She knew the look I had, didn't even said a word. She left for a second and comes back with a bottle of tequila. We sat on the front step, chugging the bottle.

"Clearing your head?"

"Yeah."

"If anything, you are more than welcome to stay." I just smirked and nodded.

"Thanks." I stayed for an hour, sitting with her, telling her about what I can do. It was late and I had to go. Carla watched me as I began to walk back home. The house was dark, only one light was on, which belonged to the lamp in the living room. I took a big deep breath as I entered. Coco was waiting for me to get back, he stayed there. He slowly gets up, reaching out for me, placing his hands on my cheeks.

"I am sorry." He whispers. I didn't want to cry but tears were already falling down my face. "I would never lie to you. I'm sorry for the words I said to you. I got it under control, you don't have to worry about me." He pulls me in for a hug.

"I'm your wife, I'm supposed to care and worry about you." I whispered back to him. "Don't ever lie to me."

"I won't." He grabs my face, assuring me. "I promise." He planted a kiss on my lips, looking back at me. "I'm done, no more drugs. Just don't tell the club, okay? " I do trust him, but I'm scared to lose him. I don't know what to do. What should I do?