Thread: Teratism: Where Is Your God Now? (Broomhandle45 and Lait)

DON'T TOUCH HER. DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER. Your fight is with me Lonzo, not my sister. You broke a big, big rule Deidra. She's just as much a part of you, which mean she belongs to me just as you do. You think you can leave my gang with your head still on your shoulders? You think you can leave with my secrets? With everything I've built to create this empire? No, nia bonita. It doesn't work like that. This is my world and you do not get to ruin that. I'm not staying in this shit-hole gang. I promise you I'm leaving this place and you'll watch as I do. Deidra, caria... I let you into my home with open arms. A brat who'd just lost her parents looking for a place to come back to at night. I let you take and take from me and now you want to leave without me taking anything from you...? You know the drill boys. No matter how many times she cried, or how many tears came from her dark gray eyes, or how many times she told herself she wasn't in pain and that it was all just a shitty dream, the pain that seized her body refused to vanish. Being someone with such a high tolerance to pain, what they did to her what the Tigre Tigers did to her was her limit. Deidra Vasquez knew damn well that leaving a gang was the equivalent of handing off your life it's leader. Wherever she and her sister Vera went, they'd follow looking for her to be brought back alive only to kill her. It'd been a couple days since she'd actually left and knowing Lonzo all to well, by now he was offering loads of cash on the low to whoever could find and kill the two of them. From day one she knew it was stupid, stupid mistake to join them but she had no choice. They were the best gang and the only gang in El Tigre that was predominantly feared by others. Why pass up a chance like that? Raids and robberies were easier when you were feared. The police didn't attempt to catch or fight them head on because they knew how troublesome a gang they were and Deidra was sure some of them were being bribed not to do so. Then again why set herself up for trouble like that? Thinking about it, it was all for Vera. All to protect her little sister... To do the job their parents couldn't. Not by will, but because they died trying to give them a better life. They died getting caught between the jealousy of two men. A war between what was more like children fighting for who went next on the swing. It pissed her off to no extent how savage the people in the slums of South America were and it pissed her off when no one understood this reality. It was a fight for your life everyday. You could turn around and there was a gun staring you in the face. Why? Because you looked at someone wrong. As much as Deidra wished she could forget the reality that was presented to them she sighed, her thoughts returning to the moment and the excruciating pain that embraced her body again. She groaned, letting a heavy breath out through her nose. Vera you need to hurry up, she managed to say with a low rasp. We can't stay in this area for too long. The main street is no good... You know people are looking for us. I'm tired of repeating myself. Her petite sister turned to her just as she finished squeezing water from a wet rag. I know, I know but you're hurt still. I know we can't stay here, but you also need to take a moment to heal. Running isn't going to make you any better... Can you even see out of your left eye anymore? No, I can't... but I still have the right eye. Yeah, barely. There was a moment of silence, granted it wasn't too silent as rain fell mercilessly onto the abandoned home they'd found the night before. It wasn't in the best condition but it was better than sitting under some stairs in the rain. How bad is it, Deidra whispered tiredly to her sister. Another piercing moment of silence before Vera stood and circled the small apartment. Watching through her right, bruised eye as her sibling disappeared into the apartment and soon returned with a small shard of glass and returned to her sister's side. It's that bad huh? Vera simply held up the mirror piece before Deidra. You... You look Like shit. Thanks At least Deidra had expected this much. She expected her face to look and feel like shit. Swelling, bruises of all sorts of color and pain. Pain everywhere. Everything throbbed, parts of her body she didn't know could hurt, ached . Snatching the glass from her sister and throwing it across the apartment, she stood suddenly. Lets go, she grunted. We need to move. But Deidra, Jesus give yourself some time! No one is going to come looking in a broken down house like this! That's exactly where they're going to look. They know we're homeless. They know we're going to hide in abandon places. Vera I know this gang shit like the back of my hand. How long was I working there? How long was I working for Lonzo? Huh?! Doing his dirty work, watching people die. Pointing guns at people's heads?! Huh!? There was nothing but silence from Vera as she stood to grab her sister's jacket and the hand made sling for Deidra's broken arm. Twelve years Vera... Since I was Fifteen. I've had to make so many disgusting choices just so we can survive. I refuse to let Lonzo have the satisfaction of taking our lives. So I'm Fine. , she replied through gritted teeth. Morjete's not that much further. Let's get moving. Translation . nia bonita pretty girl . cario sweetie