Responsibility
Responsibility? What's that? I don't want to think about it; we'd be better off without it -MxPx
Rowen:
"Good morning princess. Ready for your first day of Junior year? Junior year, damn. When did my baby girl get so old?" My dad chuckles into his coffee.
"Daddy it didn't just happen, it was a gradual process over seventeen years." I laugh sitting at the table grabbing an apple out of the bowl and he
smiles. I'm definitely a daddy's girl. "Ryker James! Regan Matthew! WAKE UP! You have patrol in twenty minutes!" My mother screams coming down the
stairs. "Morning sweetheart. You look very pretty today. Are you ready for your first day?" My mom asks into the refrigerator getting things together for
breakfast. "Thanks mom, and I guess, not that I really have a choice." I say taking a bite out of the apple. "Ok well I'm off to prison, I mean school." I say
standing up throwing my backpack over my shoulder. "Bye mom. Bye daddy." I shout walking towards the door. "Give 'em hell baby girl!" My dad yells
after me and I laugh walking towards my car. A few minutes later I'm parked and walking into school. "Hey sexy. You look fine in that dress baby." I hear
as an arm slips around my waist and the hand attached starts moving lower. "Hey Chris." I laugh grabbing his hand before it reaches its intended
destination and give him a kiss on the cheek. "You gunna watch me at football practice later?" He asks throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Nope
cheer starts today. What kind of captain would I be if I missed the first practice? That wouldn't be very responsible." I smile giving him a quick kiss before
leaving him to head to my locker. "Bleck! Why are you with that guy Row? He's a total tool bag." Ash says grabbing my book and putting it on the top
shelf since I'm short and can't reach. All the pack thinks Chris is a jerk, but they're just being over-protective. "Because Ash, I love him. That's why." I
don't have an imprint, no guaranteed soul mate, so this is as good as it gets for me. Not that Chris isn't great, he is, most of the time. I just wish there
was that forever bond between us like all the others get. "I still don't like him." Ash says walking away to his class. Wolf boys UGH!
"Hey Rowen. Did you have a good day? Your mom and dad are in the kitchen with Emily and the boys." Sam says as I walk into his house. "Thanks Sam.
It was pretty good." I say following him into the kitchen to find my mom, dad, Emily, brothers, and Ash. "Hey baby girl. How was it?" My dad asks. "Hi
daddy, not too bad. Thanks Emily" I say smiling taking a cookie off the plate she held out to me. They all go back to whatever they were talking about
before I came in. The phone starts ringing and Emily reaches over to answer as everyone brings their volume down so she can hear. "Sam, it's for you."
She says shrugging and handing the phone to her husband.
Diego:
11 years ago
"Listen sobrino (nephew). Ahora eres el hombre de la casa. Nunca dé su espalda a esta familia. (You are the man of the house now. Never turn your back on this family). Esteban will look out for you. Take care of your sister and Maria, Diego. Remember a mas honor mas peligro, entiendes? (more honor more danger, understand)" Tio said as a loud knock came at the door. My mother opened it and cops flooded the house dragging Tio to the door. Mamá's screaming and crying trying to pry the police off of him, little Reina's crying hiding in the corner, and Tio's yelling at the men. "Diablos Morosos forever!" is the last thing I hear him say as they haul him away.
"Hey Diego, Chuy. Aquí tengo un trabajo para ti. (Here I have a job for you)." Esteban says calling us over. Me and Chuy have been best friends since
birth. We went through school together, or at least most of it, went through lock up together, and joined Diablos Morosos together. We're basically
brothers. We make our way over to Esteban Morales, leader of Diablos Morosos. "Good. Boys I have a situation over at the new warehouse. Miguel said
there's a gang of about five guys calling themselves Arañas. They are small but everyone is a threat. Show them who runs L.A, the 323. Send them a
message.Pinche arañas (fucking spiders) trying to move in on my perimeter. Take care of it, this is your responsibility. Take Ignacio, Martin, and
Alejandro with you." Esteban says patting each of us on the back then getting into his car. Martin is the most experienced guys in DM. If he wasn't on my
side I'd be scared as fuck. "Orale (hey/wow) homes! Talk about a step up from working the chop shop eh, Ese(friend)?" Chuy says excited. "I know.
Ahorasomoslosreguladores(we're regulators now) mother fuckers! No more pussy jobs. This is the real deal." I say back. "We're gunna get all the
hynas(ladies) now." Chuy says excited. "I already be getting em ese. I don't know what you're talking about." I laugh.
"Orale Ray! I'm starving!" I yell into the kitchen. I walk in to find my sister Reina stirring something in a pot and my baby sister Malinah coloring. Linah,
our nickname for her, is three. She's Ray and I's half sister. Her dad went to jail before she was born and isn't getting out. Ray and I's dad split when I
was 4 and haven't heard from him since. I don't even remember him. "DIGGY!" Linah yells and runs over to me dropping her crayons on the floor. "¿Fue
bueno para hoy la señora Gómez? (Were you good today for Mrs. Gomez?)" I ask and she nods her head yes. Chuy's mom watches her while Reina is
at school. I dropped out at the end of middle school. I got way ahead after taking some courses while I was in juvenile corrections what would have
been my freshman year and part of sophomore year. I got locked up when the chop shop got busted. It's more important for me to make money than
waste my life away at school anyways. Once you've been on lock down, been shot, and seen people die, Algebra doesn't seem as important anymore.
CPS thinks we are living with Chuy and his family, or we would have been split apart after mamá's death. She covers for us whenever CPS stops in to
check on us. I'm 17 years old and I already have more responsibility than most 30 year olds. "Let me guess you're eating and leaving eh?" Reina says
frustrated. She doesn't like that I'm a Diablos Morosos. "Si. I have a job at 7:30." I say glaring at her silently telling her not to push the issue. Reina and
I are very close and I know she only gets mad about it because she worries about me. She's the glue of our family. Not to mention she knows my
deepest secret, not even Chuy knows. About a year ago, right after my mother's death I got really sick. I was really mad about something and started
getting hot so I ran to the bathroom and locked the door about to turn on the sink to run some cold water. Then I'm looking at jet black paws instead of
hands. Once I calmed down I automatically became a human again. I had super smell, hearing, strength, and healing which has definitely come in handy
since then. I told Reina because I thought I was going crazy. She didn't believe me till I showed her. It's normal for us now. We don't know why I
change, but Reina and I formed our own theory and have decided I'm the La Chupacabra. The people at the news station seem to think so too according
to some of the stories they've put out over the year. I even made national news a few days ago, not that I'm bragging or nothing. "Fine. Pinche Cholo
(fucking gangster) Ser cuidadoso hermano. (Be careful brother)" She sighs into the pot knowing it's a losing argument.
A/N: Hello, this is not meant as any kind of racism towards Mexicans/Latino(a)s/ Hispanic culture. I was actually disappointed that more stories on FF did not have more Hispanic lead characters. What can I say I think Latino men are sexy as hell :) Please do not review me to say that I am fueling a stereotype, because that is not the intended purpose. Also if you are uncomfortable with gangs/gang violence this is not the story for you.
To quote Cheech And Chong :
Mexican Americans don't like to just get into gang fights,
they like flowers and music and white girls named Debbie too.