Chapter 69- Leave Lyle alone.


    Whenever you leave home, for a better life in a foreign country. You''re never entirely alone, most of the


    time it may feel that way but you will always find a few people that you grew up with or people that


    you''re acquainted to from your past. M had her uncle and aunt who lived in Florida whom she had


    ran away from. She also had someone that she casually saw from time to time.


    Roxana Moreno was one of the people that M recalled ying with in middle school. They weren''t


    the best of friends but they knew each other. She had her set of friends and M also had her set of


    friends. Their vige was so small everyone knew everyone.?Mismaloya a vige?located on the coast


    of?Bahia de Banderas?in the Mexican state of?Jalisco;?M''s home.


    She always dreamed how it would be when she went back. Would she ever go back? Would things still


    be the same? She doubted it ever since she had met Roxana two years ago, on the busy New York


    side walk. M had not recognized her but Roxana saw her and immediately stopped to greet her. M


    was confused, but after Roxana had countlessly said her name and the school they went to together.


    M suddenly remembered.


    One thing that hurt the most was when Roxana said.


    "I''m really sorry about your father, he was such an honorable man. My mom told me that she attended


    his funeral."


    M was frozen—


    Stagnant in her spot, some rude people pushed her cursing some incoherent words and that she


    shouldn''t stand in the middle of the road. Roxana suggested they go into the bakery in front of them to


    get coffee. M was still utterly shocked.


    "I''m sorry, you had to hear it from me, I just thought.." Roxana apologized.


    M med herself for leaving abruptly, for not telling them that she was doing okay? She did but she


    didn''t call enough and never ever visited enough. It was all that mafia''s fault. She wished they never


    existed, she wished he had never touched her. Why did they chose her of all the people? They ruined


    her life. This was all their fault, she never ever wanted to go back now more than ever. She decided it


    was best if she stayed in ce and continued with the life that she was leading. It was even more


    depressing when Roxana told her that she had worked really hard and gotten a schrship to study in


    the US. Jealous, M tried not to show it. Roxana seemed to have done well for herself. She told M


    that her only wish was to get out of that cursed vige with its high crime rate and being ruled by the


    Molinero family wasn''t something that she wanted her future children to witness.


    Everyone knew that M had been Alfredo Molinero''s virgin sacrifice. It had been gossip for a long time


    whenever they saw her, they felt nothing but pity for her. Roxana did as well but she didn''t want to say


    it or show it. They were older now but she still didn''t want to make her feel that way. Roxana pitied her


    even more when M had said she works in a hotel as a receptionist, she lied.


    Roxana was married to an American. M wasn''t surprised. Roxana really didn''t want to go back to


    Mismaloya. She had mentioned that she had two adorable mixed race boys. She couldn''t wait to show


    her the picture of her husband, a tall dark chocte handsome man. She was doing well for herself as


    an ountant in a bigpany around the skyscrapers of New York.


    Envy—


    M didn''t want to be that person.


    Presently, reminiscing. M held the not knowing what she would say. She just wanted to talk to her


    brothers and her mother maybe.. they would like Alfredo and maybe forgive him. Her brothers had


    always been so aggressive, she didn''t think that would happen but it didn''t hurt to try...


    After three rings, someone answered the phone.


    "Hello—" a stern voice greeted. M couldn''t hold back the tears.


    "Santa..." M said letting out a muffled cry. Santiago knew only his little sister called him that. His heart


    had stopped beating for a moment, this had to have been the biggest surprise.


    "...Cca.."?He replied a bit in unsure. M was overwhelmed with joy. This was the nickname her


    brothers had given to her ever since she was little and eventually even her dad and her uncle even her


    extended family members called her that. Growing up she had been extremely skinny.. reason being


    where the nickname came from.


    "Si.."?She repliedughing at the end. She was overlooking a beautiful view from Alfredo''s hotel room.


    She felt relieved being on the balcony, as a cold freeze passed by. Alfredo had not wanted her


    anywhere near the balcony, he was just extra extra careful with her. He worried a lot.


    "Ooh Cca, we have been so worried about you. You want to give mama a heart heart. She has been


    so sad with papa dying and you running away—"


    She immediately decided to defend herself.


    "I didn''t run away, Santa."


    "That''s not what?tio, told us. You ran away and that was very selfish. You even quit college so you can


    clean after white people. Papa was disappointed."


    M cried silently, she shouldn''t have called.


    "They took you in Cca even after that devil had cursed you. They took you in and the least you could


    have done was clean and help out around the house.." Santiago was also overwhelmed, he didn''t know


    whether he wanted to shout at his sister or give her a warm wee. M knew that wasn''t the truth,


    her uncle and aunt made her clean like a ve and she didn''t like the way her uncle touched her under


    the dining table when everyone else was praying. Hearing him bring up the devil topic made her self


    conscious to her visible belly bump, they would never ept this. After so many years, she thought


    they would atleast be lenient since they were epting money from the Molinero''spensation for


    M supposedlymitting suicide.


    "I''m sorry, Santa." She said lowly.


    He felt bad.


    "Don''t apologize to me, you owe mama an apology before she leaves us like papa. You need toe


    home, this is your home M. We will take good care of you, the shop has been doing well and you can


    help out at the counter and find a good man to marry. Instead of cleaning up after white people and


    eating their fallen crumbs."


    M wanted tough, cynically.


    He wanted her to be a cashier in their little shop in their old fashioned town. Was he even listening to


    himself? That wasn''t a life. M was woman enough to admit that, she loved Alfredo but part of the life


    he offered her made her happy as well.


    "Where is?Gordito?"?She decided to change the subject by asking where her brother Gonzalo was.


    That was his nickname because when they were young, he had been very chubby. Even after losing


    weight in his teens they still called him that.


    "He went fishing.. he will be so happy to hear that you''reing home." Santa replied. Their town had


    been known as a ce where they grab fish by their hands. It was their town slogan. It was known for


    having great fisherman.


    "I''m noting home." She said sternly. She wasn''ting home so she could fish and sit by the


    counter of their little supermarket.


    "You wille home, M. You have caused enough drama as it is. If I were you, I would be booking a


    bus ticket back to Mexico. Seeing as you make beds.. you can''t possibly afford a ne ticket."


    This really angered M, What did they take her for??She was proud of her job, she made enough


    money to save up to travel to Hawaii.. this one time. She hated the fact that they belittled her. Well


    Santiago.. she didn''t know about the rest of the family.


    "I can afford a ne ticket for your own information but I''m still noting back." She said.


    "Oh Cca. Even your Spanish is now diluted. Why are you doing this to yourself? You should be with


    your family and that''s all that matters."


    She rolled her eyes.


    "I was clearly wrong for calling. Greet mama and tell her I will call her when I can." She didn''t wait for


    his response before hanging up. Santiago would have called her back out of anger but he simply didn''t


    have that type of money to waste on calling the US. It was quite expensive.


    M decided it was time she called her friend for lunch.


    -


    Gerald came to the Levetté household reeking alcohol in the early hours of five pm. Security had


    reluctantly let him in. Andre wasn''t home but De was. Helping the boys with their homework.


    "I''M HERE TO TAKE MY SON!!" He demanded his posture very unsteady attempting to fall. Lyle


    clinged behind De. He was afraid but Leo on the other hand had never seen a drunk man before and


    assumed he was going to protect his mother and Lyle.


    "Please please please don''t let him take me." Lyle held De''s blouse tightly.


    "Lylee here my boyyyy, we''re going home. You have over-longed your stay—" Gerald chuckled.


    "Stay away from my mom before Ie over there and make you regret the day you were born, Mister.


    Thats why I have a ck belt." Leo said confidently. De mentally rolled her eyes. This is why Andre


    shouldn''t watch action movies with him. He had probably said a line from one of the movies that he


    watches with his dad because he had never in his years of living taken karate lessons.


    "Gerald, Lyle isn''t ready toe home yet." De finally said.


    "I didn''t ask, Lyle go pack your things. I''m giving you thirty-seconds..."


    "Leave Lyle alone.." Leo said almost as aggressively. De appreciated her son being dramatic but this


    really wasn''t the time.


    "Leo—" De hissed.


    Fortunately, Security had heard the ruckus on the security footage and immediately came to escort


    Gerald out even though he was adamant on staying. Kicking all over the ce. De finally let out a


    sigh of relief when he was finally out of thepound. Lyle, seemed scared stiff even after his father


    had left. De found her son being cute telling Lyle that he would be okay and that no one would ever


    Leo would make a great older brother.


    When she was about to call Andre to let him know what had happened. She saw a text from M


    asking for her confirmation for a lunch date tomorrow. She immediately said yes, with so much going


    on she had forgotten about M. Andre had always been her best friend so when M filled the spot the


    void wasn''t there and now that Andre was ying a present role in her life.. she confided in him and it


    seemed M''s void had been filled. She didn''t trust Andre but he was a good listener and a good


    shoulder to cry on, he was adamantly ying M''s part ever since she had decided to leave.


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