Chapter Two

"Hey, wake up."

I looked up and turned my head. Still dizzy from dozing off, I saw the face of a young guy. Suddenly it all came back.

He gave me a ride home, and… Damn! I was so mean to him!

I smiled at him.

"Woh, that's something new." He responded to the smile. "What about the behavior from a couple of hours ago?"

"Well, let's just say that never happened. You know, crappy mood."

Common girl, I know you can do it. Stay nice for a couple of minutes and then you're out.

He nodded.

"So, what's your name?"

"Kyra."

"Well, nice to meet you, Kyra. I'm Damon. You hungry?"

"Could eat a horse!"

Finally it came to my notice that we were standing on a parking lot right in front of a KFC. And if we were standing in front of a KFC, that would mean we were in the city. The city of angels, Los Angeles, home sweet home.

"Well, I don't think they sell horse in the KFC, but you could eat a whole chicken?"

I laughed and got out of the car. Damon stepped out of the car too and we walked into the KFC.

After we ate, we sat a while in the sun outside. I felt a little weird, being back in LA. I mean, it was my second home but still… it felt weird. And the thought of living with my brother. He was a real pig and by saying that I mean a REAL pig. Whenever he came in a room, it would take him about 5 minutes to make the room look like a tornado came by. I laughed at the memory of him and my mom arguing about the mess he would make.

"What's so funny?" Damon asked.

"Nothing, just a stupid memory."

Then it came to my mind that I had to go. It was dinnertime, so that would mean my brother would be home. And I wanted him to be home, cause else I would stand for a closed door.

"Ehm, Damon. Thank you for giving me a ride, but I think it's my time to go. I got a lot of stuff to do, places to go. So…"

He nodded, looking at me with this grin on his face.

"Figured you'd say something like that. It was nice meeting you."

Smiling he my shook my hand. I got up, picked my bag up and walked away.

Finally I can quit all the smiling and stuff!

I could find my brothers house with my eyes closed. But when I reached his street, I got this terrible feeling in my stomach. At first I was really happy to see my brother again, but now…

Quit the bullshit, Kyra. What the hell's wrong with you?

I took a deep breath and walked towards the house. It hadn't changed a bit in the three years that I was in jail. It still had the family-type kinda radiation. The rocking chair was still on the porch, the white curtains still in the window and the name plate still said 'Dios Está Con Usted'. My mom always ended our prayers with that. Funny how the smallest things can be so important in your life. I stepped on the porch and knocked on the door. There was no answer.

"Can I help you?" Said someone from across the street. When I looked closer I saw it was Carlos. He didn't recognize me in the first place, but when he became closer I saw his face turning into a smile.

"Angel Eyes, is that you?"

I smiled at the words Angel Eyes. Ever since we were small he called me that. I can't even remember the time that he didn't.

"Sup, Hermano Grande?"

He walked over, picked me up and held me for a couple of seconds.

"Carl, you're killing me."

I laughed at the sight of his face. All smiling and happy.

"Let me take a look at ya." He looked me up and down. "Damn girl, you've been growing too fast."

"Three years is a long time, plus I had good food to eat."

I smiled at him. He was still surprised but very happy.

"But now, I need a shower so…"

"You know where to find it." Carlos said. "Oow, and when you're done, come across street. That's where we're eating tonight." He kissed my forehead and walked to the house.

That went good. Let's hope he ain't asking what happened it NY and why they locked me up.

I turned around and walked inside Carlos' home, my home, our home.