"My name is Carlos", he mumbled when he entered the house behind her, already in a bad mood. This wasn't what he imagined at all.

"Get your suitcase in your room and then clean the living room, hallway and bathroom, while I cook dinner and pick up Ivan from his sports club, Adrian from his friends house and make sure Ramon takes a bath before he has his nap. Come on, get going and be useful for once!", her tone of voice resembled that of a drill sergeant he saw in a movie once.

"Ok, hold on. Before I do anything, I wanna know why you're here and where my parents are.", his tone of voice wasn't very intimidating but demanding and firm. Grandma wasn't happy about her grandson's behaviour and attitude. She was always against the whole fame thing and this proved her right.

"You little spoiled prick! You think just because you're famous now you get to be a lazy punk? Well guess what Roberto, you have responsibilities here that don't vanish because of money! Now get your butt up and start to work!", she had a disapproving look in her eyes which made him dislike her even more.

"Ok, for the probably 8 millionth time, my name is Carlos C-A-R-L-O-S! Roberto is my middle name. Your son, my dad is called Roberto, I'm not.!I don't even like the name and neither does he. But you insisted it to be his name even though Abuelo didn't approve. I'm so glad my parents intervened when you wanted me to be named Roberto as well. Guess what Cassandra, we won't do everything you want just because you say it!"

Whatever Carlos was about to say next was interrupted by a hard slap to his face. Cassandra had enough.

"I can't believe my Roberto raised such an ungrateful brat! Your father would be shocked and disappointed in you, if he heard what you just said to me. You are and always will be a disgrace to this family and need to stay away from your hermanos, before they turn out the same!", her eyes and voice portrayed nothing but fury and disgust.

Those words were like knives shoved directly into his heart. Tears formed in his eyes but he didn't give his grandma the victory to let her see them. He took the house telephone and sprinted off to his room on the second floor. Arriving there he slammed the door shut, locked it and fell face forward onto his bed. The tears he held back, now landing on his pillow and staining it.

"And she has always been an evil witch who hates me!", he said to himself before dialing the memorized number of his godfather.

"Officer Richard Kohlmann, hello?", a professional deep sounding voice answered on the other end.

"*sniffles* …dad?..."

"Carlos? What happened? Why are you crying, son?", worry was evident in his voice.

"Can you pick me up, please?" He used his puppy dog eyes out of reflex even though he knew Richard couldn't see them because they were speaking on the phone. Well, old habits die hard.

"Of course, but aren't you in California?", the Chief Officer of the Minnesota P.D. asked confused.

"No, I'm home. It's a long story. Please come quick. I need to speak to someone who doesn't hate me.", speaking it out loud hurt even more than just thinking about it.

"I'm on my way, hang in there, buddy." Kohlmann ended the call and sped to his godson's house. Luckily it was his day off, otherwise Carlos would have had to wait hours for him to arrive.

Waiting was one of the things he absolutely couldn't stand, so the more time it took for his godfather to arrive, the worse his mood got. A big wash of relief came upon him, when he finally saw the familiar car pulling up on the sidewalk.

The last thing he wanted was to encounter his grandma once again. Apparently luck wasn't on his side today. "Where do you think you're going?", she yelled.

"None of your business", was his short uninterested reply. He didn't have time nor nerves to explain anything to her.

"Roberto! It's time you start listening to me! You are not going anywhere!", her yells fell on deaf ears.

Carlos didn't even care about her words anymore. He opened the front door and greeted Richard with a happy wave. They were about to hug when Abuela came screaming and thrashing after him, yelling shocking obscenities his way. Not at all noticing the police officer standing there in her fit of rage.

"WHAT did you just call my godson?!", Kohlmann announced his presence by asking furiously.