Priscilla grew up hating her uncle.

When she was little, she would watch him when her family sat at the table for dinner. She stared as he ate the food her mother made, drank the beer her father brought.

She hated her uncle.

He had been one of the those people who used other people then, made them feel guilty if they didn't want to help him anymore.

Priscilla knew her mother knew what her brother was doing when she wasn't home and she always felt a sense of anger towards her mother for that.

In the second grade, Priscilla didn't come to the first day of school.

The night before, the girl laid soundly asleep but when the car doors of the East Highland PD, the DEA and ICE slammed shut, the girl was quickly awakened.

The sounds of helicopters, sounds Priscilla only knew from television and movies, became real as bright, white lights flashed in and out between her bedroom curtains. Priscilla quickly ducked underneath the covers, thinking that the aliens had finally come down to Earth.

When Priscilla heard her father burst through her door, she kept her eyes closed tight as he lifted her out of the bed. As he carried her, over his shoulder Priscilla watched as men dressed in all black entered her home. She watched as they pointed guns and flashed their lights up and down the hallways.

As her family sat still on the grass of their front lawn, Priscilla noticed the gossiping, whispering and flash from the cameras of her neighbors.

Soon enough, the men dressed in black forced her uncle from the home, having no remorse as they threw him face down on the grass.

"Down the ground now!" Priscilla was pushed down roughly onto her stomach as her cheek rubbed against the carpet.

She kept her face forward and her eyes glued to the ground. Another officer, one with blue eyes to match his blonde hair knelt in front of Fez, who was lined up on the ground next to her. The girl's face burnt as tears streamed down her cheeks, staining the ground.

The officer observed the teenagers before opening his mouth to speak.

"So, we received a call to have this home searched," the officer said, his eyes to Fez, "something about illegal drugs and weapons."

Fez shrugged as he sat up on his knees, his hands behind his back in handcuffs. He looked over his shoulder at the officers holding their guns on them.

"I have no idea what youre talking about, officer."

"Oh yeah?" The officer chuckled, "What took you so long to answer the door, son?"

Fez took a second to think before answering the officer, "Me and my girl were busy, you know how that goes."

"Hm," the officer slowly nodded his head, his eyes going from the boy to the girl next to him.

He gestured to her, "What the fuck, Hernandez? Get her off of the fucking ground."

The officer, who was referred to as Hernandez, took a step forward, pulling Priscilla up off of her stomach by her upper arm. Her face had a bright red mark from where it was pushed against the ground and her wrists ached where the metal of the handcuffs cut into her skin. The girl was placed on her knees as well.

"You reside here too?" The blonde officer questioned.

Priscilla shook her head, keeping her eyes to the leather of his shoes, knowing to never
look a officer in the eyes. Priscilla simply shook her head, keeping her eyes to his shoes. He sighed, turning his radio up as the chatter on the other end began.

"Kraigs, we just finished searching the last bedroom. All we could find was empty pill bottles but no actual drugs were present."

Priscilla almost left out a breath of relief but realized that Fezco also had guns. If the officers found where he had them kept, they'd all be royally fucked.

Kraigs, the blonde officer, grabbed the radio from his belt, pressing the button on the side to talk.

"Anything else? What about anywhere else in the building?"

"We have officers in neighboring apartments but so far, nothing. I think the call was a false one."

"That's impossible," the officer said to himself, loud enough for Priscilla to hear. He then gave a look to the other officers in the room before gesturing to the teenagers.

"Get them up, fellas. Looks like this was a false call." The other officers obeyed their orders, getting Priscilla, Fez and Ash off of the ground, uncuffing them. Kraigs didn't say anything, just gave a nod to Fez before they had left.

Fez sighed, closing the door behind the last officer.

He turned around, clearing his throat and gesturing to the hall, "Ash, go check on grandma. All that shit probably woke her up."

Priscilla sat down at the couch, rubbing her thighs with the palms of her hands, anxiously. Fezco noticed, walking over to try to comfort her. He tried to put an arm around her, but she rudely nudged him away, her eyes becoming glossy and red as if she was ready to cry again.

"This man is related to you?" An officer with a thick, brown mustache questioned, walking up to the family.

Priscilla's mother stepped forward to him, nodding her head as Priscilla rested in her arms, "Y-yes sir, he's my brother. He needs a lawyer with him, he doesn't speak any English!"

The officer held out a hand to her, "Alight, alright, we'll work on getting him one soon. but first, is he even a legal resident of the United States?"

Priscilla's mother looked to her husband, worry in her eyes if she should answer honestly or not. He gave her a small nod, placing his hand on her back. Her mother turned back to the officer, shaking her head.

"Are you?" The officer asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Priscilla's mother eagerly answered, "Yes, I became a citizen almost a year ago."

"And were you aware of the drugs we found in your home, Mrs. Santiago?"

Her mother placed Priscilla's head close to her chest, covering one of her ears with her hand, "No, we weren't."

"Well, we're going to have to take you in for questioning," the officer sighed, taking the handcuffs from his belt.

"Is that really necessary?" Priscilla's father stepped forward, holding his hand out to the officer.

Her mother began to worry, holding onto her daughter tighter, "I need to stay with my daughter."

"You're looking at being charged right now, Mrs. Santiago, So I'd advise your husband get you a lawyer as well."