CESAR

I'm with my brother, Oscar. I was riding around in his car shotgun, he was talking to me mostly about gang related stuff

I mostly zoned out, thinking about how my friends talked to me, how I could leave before I was jumped in

But now... I hate thinking about this stuff and I hate living it, I wished I could just be somewhere else... I don't know

Oscar parked in front of the house "what's going on?" He asked

I looked up to see all the guys out the house like something happened

"I don't know" I say

We both rushed out the car towards our house

"que esta pasando?" oscar asked

"era este niño, I found him standing in the hallway, when I caught him, he got spooked and ran" one of my brother's member explained

"We ran after him but lost him in the alley, ese chico era rápido" another one said

"What did he look like?" I asked

"Brown skinned, short hair and was wearing a t-shirt and short but no shoes" he said

I then quickly remembered Jo, they must be talking about Jo, I was so wrapped up in my mind that I forgot about her

"do you think he was a prophet" another one asked

"no te preocupes por eso, if we find him or if he comes back we'll deal with it and if he's a prophet well cuchillos will deal with it" my brother said

Worried covered my face as everyone either went back inside or sat on the front lawn

"shit" I whispered to myself

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