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Lia

The day after the beating I didn't go to school, and neither did Sam. It was by far the worst beating I had taken in a long time. The day after I couldn't even move without crying in pain. Sam refused to leave me alone, he slept with me that whole night and didn't leave me the whole day.

I refused to look at my face in the mirror knowing that seeing myself in such a weak state would only make everything worse. According to Sam my left eye was pretty black and my cheek was bruised as well. There was some little cuts from the picture shattering sprinkled all over my face.

"Lia, you're not going back there, I won't let you," Sam told me as he pressed a bag of frozen peas on my eye.

Rio was right frozen vegetables worked a lot better than ice, I wondered how he knew.

"Sam, what about my stuff?" I asked wincing as he put a little pressure on the wounded area.

"We'll get it some other time when nobody's home, right now you can wear my stuff, you probably won't be going outside for a couple days anyway," Sam said moving my hair out of face.

"Sam, is it really that bad?"

He shook his head, "You're still beautiful, it's just that you probably don't want to face judgmental people, you're probably going to want to stay in to stay away from the questions."

"That makes sense, but then what do I tell everybody where I've been for so long."

He shrugged, "Tell them you've been sick."

"And what about you?"

He sighed, "I'm not worried about me, Lia."

"Sam, what did I do to deserve you?"

He smiled down at me, "You didn't do anything, I'm the one who should be asking that question."

"No," and then I smiled and said jokingly, "If only you weren't in a gang."

His smile faded and his hand stopped stroking my cheek, "It really bugs you doesn't it, Queirda?"

I sighed, "It's just that I've seen so much happen, I saw too much that a gang can do to you."

He ran his thumb down my cheek and stopped at my lip, leaning closer to me, "I promise you, chica, nothing will happen to me. ¿Comprede?"

I didn't get a chance to answer before he leaned in and kissed me on the lips with so passion that my body cried out and not from the bruises either.

"Te quiero," I muttered as he pulled back way to soon.

He sighed, "Not now, chica, not while you are this fragile."

I sighed and leaned back against the pillows, "Sam, what are we going to do?"

He leaned back next to me and looked up at the ceiling, "I don't know, chica, no sè."

A week passed and Sam and I finally went back to school. My bruises were still healing, but they were less visible and a lot less stiff.

Our excuses were simple I was sick and so was Sam's abuela. The teachers seemed to believe us and if they didn't they didn't speak up about it. They were probably used to this from mexicano students.

I missed a lot of work the week I was out and I had to make up a lot. My backpack was stuffed with books and worksheets to take home. On top of all the homework I had to make up multiple tests.

Just when I thought I was over my head with stuff to do, I ran into Cruz Fuentes in the hallway, literally ran into him.

"Sorry," He muttered and bent down to pick up my books that crashed to the floor without looking at me.

When he straightened himself out he looked at me and smirked, "So you're avoiding me I hear."

"What, no!" I said to quick.

He laughed his musical laugh that reminded me of mariachi music, "Lia, you haven't been to school for a week and with no warning, that's some intense sickness."

I shrugged, "It was just the stupid flu, it wouldn't go away."

He rolled his dreamy blue, long-lashed, eyes, "Please, I think you and your lover boy, went on a pre-honey moon."

"Cruz! Tu estas loco!" I yelled at him and started walking away, before anybody could see us socializing.

He followed me of course, "Come on Lia, because of you I failed my math test."

"Cruz you would've failed your math test if you're parents didn't go to Mr. Kits for help."

"So, what."

I turned around and glared at him, "Do me a favor, Cruz, and just leave me the fuck alone!"

His brows shot up and he shrugged, "Whatever suits you, Miss. Perfecta."

I watched him walk away, for some reason I couldn't help but to stare at his butt. It was so perfectly placed in a pair of straight legged jeans. However one thing really stuck out, the fact that in his back pocket a banana yellow bandana hung down.

Before I really had time to really react I saw Sam maneuver himself through the bodies to get to me.

"Hey, chica!" He said with that playful smile on his face.

"Hola, Sam!" I said and felt the need to hug him.

He seemed to be taken aback by my gesture, but his body softened and he wrapped his arms around me careful not to pain any bruises.

"Hard day?" He asked.

I nodded into his chest, "Let's go home."

I could hear the smile in his voice at those words, he kissed me on top of the head and said, "Chica, I got to work."

I sighed, "Fine let's go to work then."

So that's what we did. Sam drove to Enrique's and I bantered on and on about my day.

Enrique wasn't alone again when we arrived to the shop. There was a nice SUV parked on the side of the building, very visible from the street.

"Do you know that car?" Sam asked.

I shook my head.

Sam grunted and turned the car off, but got out of the car. I followed him in the back door of Enrique's, and to the garage part.

"Paco, hand me an oil rag," A voice rang out.

Enrique and some guy I didn't know were standing next to a car with feet sticking out of end. The guy standing next to Enrique, Paco, grabbed a rag from a nearby shelf and handed it to the hand that the feet belonged to.

Enrique noticed us enter the room, "Hola Sam, Hola Lia."

"Hola, Enrique," We said together.

Paco turned around and looked at us. The first thing I noticed were the blue eyes and I sent a million curses to Enrique through my mind.

Sam nodded to Paco, Paco nodded back. It was such a guyish move, but I myself didn't acknowledge Paco at all.

We went to the back room where Sam, put his suit on over his clothes. I found it funny that Sam always wore a blue work suit, and nobody else but Enrique did, but Sam explained to me that oil ruined his clothes and he couldn't afford new clothes.

"Why the hell are the Fuentes here?" I hissed at Sam.

Sam shrugged, "I don't like it either, but they are Enrique's family."

I made a face and Sam laughed at me, "Have you ever seen Alex Fuentes before?"

I shook my head.

"He's a scary guy, there's no doubt that he is a tough guy."

I shrugged and followed him back out on the floor. The feet were no longer hanging out of the car, instead another Fuentes stood next to Paco. Enrique wasn't standing next to them anymore.

Sam sucked it up like a man and strut over to the Fuentes probably to make him seem like a nice young man. Alex and Paco turned around and met us.

Paco was right Alex had evidence all over him that he was once part of the Blood. His tattoos were covering the same square inches that Sam's were. He also bore scars all over his body, from his arms, to the back of his neck. Aside from the tattoos and the scars the next thing I noticed was the hair. Alex was easily the source of Cruz's rich black hair.

He smiled at us and stuck his hand out to Sam, "Nice to finally meet you Sam, heard a lot about you from Enrique." I noticed that Alex was eyeing the black and red bandana hanging out of Sam's pocket and I wondered if he knew his own son was bearing a new bandana.

Sam took his hand, "I heard you were a legend when it came to fixing up cars."

Alex smiled and looked up from the bandana the same crocked smile as Cruz's, "I guess you could say that."

I got a good look at Paco too. Paco looked like an older version of Cruz, his hair stuck up all over the place like his fathers and brothers. His eyes were a darker blue then Cruz's and didn't clash with his hair so much, but they still drew you in. Paco's skin was also a few shades lighter then Cruz's, Cruz defiantly had Alex's coloring. Alex defiantly looked young for his age, his hair didn't have one single gray strand, or his face didn't have one wrinkle.

Sam nodded to me, "This is Lia."

I nodded at both of them, "Hola."

"Hola," They replied with smiles.

Enrique came out of his office trailed by another chico that looked to be a couple years younger than me.

"Alex, you're son was trying to organize my office for me again," Enrique informed Alex and pushed the boy towards Alex.

Alex laughed, "A.J. just give it a rest for once."

The boy, A.J., rolled his eyes. If A.J. was Alex's son that meant that A.J. was Cruz's brother. A.J. didn't really look like Cruz or Paco, he had Alex's eyes. They sat brown and big on the same shade of skin as Paco's. His hair was a sandy brown and was thin, it was placed neatly on his head, not one piece sticking up. He wore jeans that were a little too skinny in my opinion and he matched it with a hot pink polo.

"Papá, it's bad enough that you make me share a room with Cruz. That child cannot keep anything organized, it's like were not even related," A.J. complained to his padre.

Alex got a humorous look on his face and rubbed his son's hair messing it up, "Trust me, Alejo, you and Cruz are related. If you don't believe me ask your mother, she witnessed it."

Paco glared at Alex and A.J. slapped his hands over his eyes, "Dios Mios, not a picture I wanted to see, Papá."

Alex laughed, "You brought it on to yourself, hijo."

"No, I really didn't."

Alex shrugged and turned back to the car, "Enrique I think I got it good to go, tell mi mamá that I put a lot of back breaking hours into it."

Enrique looked at his cousin with a look of fake disgust, "Alejo, sometimes I really hate you, I've been working on tu mamá's car all day and can't figure out what's going on. You come in here and a half hour later it's running like new."

Alex smiled and turned to his sons, "Come on chicos let's get home to tu madre. Oh yeah and your hermono and hermana."

A.J. made a face, "Papá can you tell Cruz to clean his room when we get home, before I go crazy and throw all his stuff away?"

Alex rolled his eyes and redirected his children to the back door waving a good bye to us, " A.J. Cruz is probably sleeping, that's all he does lately."

Then the door opened and shut behind them leaving the garage silent.

Enrique shook his head, "That is an interesting familia."

I nodded in agreement and so did Sam.

Then Enrique looked at Sam, "You haven't been in a week, come on hombre you got a lot of work to catch up on."

So that night we sat at Enrique's until eleven p.m., me doing homework and Sam fixing cars. Enrique left at around nine, leaving us to talk and laugh all by ourselves.

At eleven Sam pulled his suit off and grabbed my backpack, "Let's go home," he said.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, "Lead the way."

When we pulled onto our street I noticed a familiar car in my driveway.

"What's Pedro doing at your house so late?" Sam asked a tone of question in his voice.

I shrugged, "My mom probably got in a fight with her boyfriend at the bar."

As we stepped out of the car I immediately heard my name being yelled, "Lia!"

I looked to where Pedro was, he was jogging towards me, "Lia, were the hell were you?"

"With Sam, at Enrique's," I answered my frantic brother.

My brother was not the type to give hugs, but I gasped when he wrapped me in a tight one, "Lia, something has happened."

I tried to pull back he wouldn't budge, "Pedro, what's wrong?"

"It's mamá."

I gasped, "What about Mamá, she's alright isn't she?"

He shook his head, "Lia, Mamá shot Jorge."

"What!"

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I was just shocked, but I managed to stumble out, "Is Jorge alright?"

"No, he's dead."

Call me a little evil but my heart leaped a little when I found out Jorge wouldn't hurt me anymore.

"And Mamá?"

"She confessed to it, Lia, she's going to be in prison for a long time."

I sighed and Pedro pulled away and looked at me, "Lia I thought you would be more upset."

I shook my head, "If Jorge's dead he can't beat me anymore and if Mamá's locked up she can't hurt me anymore. I guess I kind of upset it had to end like this, but Pedro they really hurt me, ask Sam, they really hurt me."

Pedro turned to Sam who was standing next to us.

Sam nodded, "Look at her eye that shiner used to be darker than midnight, and if you lift of her shirt you will find her ribs covered with bruises still from a gnarly beating she took last week, I found her on the floor of her bedroom."

Pedro looked back at me and ran his finger along the outer edge of the fading bruise around my eye, "Lia, Mamá told the police she wasn't trying to kill Jorge."

I shrugged, "So she still did."

"Lia you don't get it, Mamá fired the gun, because she thought you were Jorge."

My head spun and I looked at Sam his eyes wide and full of a mixture of fear and anger.

"Lia, Mamá was trying to kill you."