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Life Goes On

8 Years Later

Torres Garcia much like her grandson, Carlitos Garcia, was normally never without a smile on her face. It is a rare sight indeed catching the Latina with a frown on her face, let alone a scowl.

But lo and behold, the normally infectious smile that was constantly etched on her face was nowhere to be seen. A rare sight indeed, especially when she was making food. And not just any special type of food, no she was mixing up a batch of her grandson's favorite chocolate chip cookies.

As she used a spoon to scoop out another dallop of cookie dough, she directed her scowl towards the very reason as to why she was scowling in the first place.

Right across from her, reaching into the bowl for a fresh, just out of the oven, chocolate chip cookie, was her son and Carlos' father, Antonio Garcia. The moment he noticed her staring at him, he lowered his gaze to the floor. He put the cookie back into the bowl, and took his police helmet off. He grabbed a stool from under the island in the middle of the kitchen and sat himself down still not meeting his mothers gaze.

"Ma," he began softly but saw that he was ignored as his mother went to put another batch of cookies into the oven. "Ma, I'm sorry!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, all became silent as Torres Garcia suddenly slammed the oven door shut. Antonio jumped a little as the sound reverberated around the kitchen walls.

She quickly turned around and walked back towards the island. Antonio was more terrified by the fact that his mother hadn't screamed at him yet, than by the anger that she was keeping in. He was surprised at the calm tone in her voice when she finally did speak.

"As I said last night and the other previous nights, your apologies should not be directed to me Antonio." Torres said sadly as she began clearing the mixing bowls, cookie sheets, and spatulas off of the island.

"Ma," Antonio let out a tired sigh as he played with the strap of his helmet. He never got a chance to finish his thought when his mother finally had had enough.

"No!" Torres boomed as she harshly dropped the dishes into the sink. One of the mixing bowls, one of Torres' favorite, ended up breaking because of the impact. She didn't really care at the moment. She quickly turned to her son, the tears that she had been holding in already falling from her eyes.

"It has been a week Antonio! A week! I chose to stay out of this because I had hoped that you would be mature enough to fix it, but you haven't. I raised you right..." Torres let a sob escape her as she tried to catch her breath. Her son calmly walked around the island to try and comfort his mother, but he was pushed away. He lowered his arms in defeat as his mother continued to yell at him.

"El Dios no comete errores," Toress continued as she stared at her son. "God makes not mistakes Antonio. I taught you that."

"Ma," Antonio let out a broken sob as he too finally succumbed to the pain that he was holding in. But again, he was cut off by his mother.

"I did, I taught you that when you were a boy," Torres used a face towel to wipe away the tears. "But it seems like you have all but forgotten that lesson when it comes to your own son. All of the hateful words you said to him, I know that I did not raise you to be like this. What makes it even worse is that you still have not apologized to him all week!"

Antonio could only sit himself down on the stool again as he ground the heel of his palms into his eyes to rub the tears away. Torres finally stopped yelling as she waited to catch her breath. She again wiped the tears from her eyes as she rested her hands on the island to support her.

"Sus ojos han perdido su chispa Antonio. The spark that is normally in mi nieto hermosos ojosis gone," Torres continued. "Your hateful words have caused Carlitos to become a shell of what he once was. And until you fix this, I will not forgive you!"

Torres threw the face towel down onto the island as she stormed out of the kitchen leaving her son a crying mess.

The moment that Carlos heard his Abuela about to exit the kitchen, he rushed back up the stairs and into his room. As he closed his door, he leaned back into it and slid down as his legs gave way. He sat on the floor slowly trying to even his breathing out.

When he had heard something break downstairs in the kitchen earlier, he had wanted to see what was going on. When he finally realized that his Abuela and his Papi were fighting again because of him, he tried his hardest to pull himself away from the staircase and rush back into his room. But he just couldn't pull himself away.

Maybe it was the silence that had stretched on in the Garcia household that led him to stay and finally hear someone do something about it. Maybe it was the awkward times where Carlos would find his father trying not to look at him or the awkwardness and tension that built whenever Carlos and his father were in the same room with each other. Or maybe it was just the fact that Carlos' own father didn't accept him for who he was.

His Abuela had said ' El Dios no comete errores'. Well Carlos sure didn't believe that right now.

But he couldn't take being in his house any moment longer, he needed to get out and do something to clear his head. He needed a distraction. He was fishing out his cell phone in his pocket and searching through his contacts a moment later. He put the phone to his ear and waited for the person to answer. They picked up on the second ring. Carlos spoke before the other person could say anything.

"Kendall, I'm coming over."