Ok so um hi guys. Remember me? I know it's been awhile. Uh… Yeah. Anyway I've been having mixed feelings about this story. I mean I liked this idea a lot but then it turned into something I'm not particularly happy with. It sucks now. I mean I'll finish it because I don't want to leave anyone who is actually into this story hanging but I don't like it. So here. Another chapter.

Sophie's POV

"So you all know how I live with my abuela right?" I started, shakily. Great my tough girl act is wavering and I haven't even begun. "Do any of you actually know about my parents? Or any other family members?" I continue. There is a collective nod of 'no's'. "Ok, I'll start at the beginning then".

"I never actually knew my father. I don't know if he is actually still alive or anything. Hell I don't even know the man's name. My siblings and I have different fathers. So my step-dad, Julio, was all I had as a fatherly male figure in my life. That was until I was 5, anyway. Turns out Julio wasn't what he said he was. No one, not even my mother knew that Julio was a drug lord. Being a drug lord gets you into some pretty fucked up situations and meetings with sketchy ass motherfuckers. Also, like most drug dealers, he made a lot of enemies either because he said stupid shit, ripped people off, or he was major competition. So, a lot of people had it out for him.

"Anyway, when I was 5 he walked out on my mom. He took everything he owned with him, or so we thought. Turns out the piece of shit left coke hidden throughout the property. Most was buried in the yard but we didn't know that until after… My house was raided by drug dealers. I'd say roughly a year after he left is when it happened.

"I was sitting in my room minding my business and pretending to do my homework. My mother was down in the kitchen cooking dinner. My siblings in their rooms. Everything was peaceful, it was just another Wednesday night. Until there was a knock on the door. My mom answered the door and I heard a man's voice. Out of curiosity I came out of my room and turned the corner toward the top of the steps. I was hidden from the door from the front door for the most part. There were actually two men at the door. One was bald with a goatee, the other had long hair to his shoulders and a long, scraggly beard. They were both dressed in dark, worn clothing and had distinct tattoos. The bald man had a large eye on the top of his head while the hairy one had a sequence of numbers on his arm 9489201. The hairy one threateningly asked my mother "Where is it? You have to know where it is, Julio said you knew."

"What are you talking about? Know what? I haven't seen the man in over a year!" My mother's voice wavered as she tried to stay calm. Something about these guys didn't settle easy with me. They seemed like trouble. So I quickly grabbed my brothers out of their rooms. I told them not to ask questions, stay absolutely silent, and to go to the safe hiding place. The hiding place we had was fantastic, it was in my bedroom in the corner of my closet. There the corner of the carpet could be lifted to reveal a hatch that lead to a small crawl space to fit all of us at the time. It turns out the previous owners of the house had it added just in case there was a hurricane or an apocalypse… They were weird. Anyway, I grabbed the house phone from my mom's room when I heard the backdoor slam open and a scream that was something like "TELL US WHERE THE FUCK IT IS BITCH!"

My mom just cried out "I don't know where he put it! I didn't even know he was involved with this stuff. Or that he even left any here" I heard some moving around and the cock of a gun. "Please I'm telling you the truth, I honestly don't know-" and that was the end. Those were her last words before one of those fucking bastards shot."

I stopped my story because now I, Sophie Delarosa, the heartless, emotionless, impenetrable force to be reckoned with have finally dropped all of my guard down, all of my walls, and started crying. No one in the room dared to speak. No one has ever seen me cry before, until now. Newt bravely put his arms around me and I lost it. I balled into his chest to the point where I am now hyperventilating. He soothingly rock me and rubbed my back, whispering sweet nothings to me until I regained normal breathing. I took some deep breaths before finally nutting up and finishing my secret.

"It all happened so fast but I had the common sense to dial 911 but not press call before safely making it into my closet. While we waited for the police we heard the men going through the house. At one point they made it to my room and even got to the closet. We were so terrified, we didn't even breathe. Thankfully they didn't try too hard to find us because they walked out of my room as fast as they got in. And minute's later sirens could be heard, the door being knocked down, a loud "FREEZE" being yelled, and shots being fired… The rest was kind of a blur. I remember the police eventually finding us and bringing us out the back door so we didn't have to see the horrible scene that had occurred. I eventually learned that one of the men were shot and the other two taken into custody before being sentenced to jail for life without parole. And as for us kids, we were sent to live with our abuela." I finished.

"…well after that my story seems nowhere near as significantly traumatizing as yours" Newt stated, trying to lighten the atmosphere from its current tense and slightly awkward mood.

Yeah. So. That sucked. Huh. I tried. Sorta. I'll just leave now.