Warnings: Murder. So⌠I needed to write this âcause the other day I needed to see gifs of Miguel on season 5 âcause he looks gorgeous (fight me) and I still have two episodes left from the show so⌠I got spoilered (idk if thatâs actually a word lol). I needed to give him a different ending so⌠probably there are spoilers in this? I donât know⌠just, read carefully if you havenâ finished the show yet. (Iâm very offended, tbh).
A/N: Gif not mine!
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âPut the gun downâ
Your husband's eyes locked with yours. He had a face you couldnât quite decipher; as if he was surprised but glad that you were there, but at the same time, fear crossed his gaze. The metal in your hands felt cold and wrong. It wasnât the first time you held a gun, but it was the first time you were attempting to use it to hurt someone.
â(Y/n)âŚâ His voice. That familiar voice. The voice that used to calm you down whenever you were about to cry. The voice from whom you heard the best bits of advice. The same voice that you thought you were gonna hear forever.
âCause he was supposed to be your family. He was supposed to be there for you, he was supposed to protect you and never hurt you.
But he was there⌠with a gun in hand aiming at your husband. But it was like he was aiming at you.
âEzekiel⌠put the gun down,â you said again. Your voice almost trembled and that only made you angrier. Ez was in your house about to kill your husband and he looked relaxed. He seemed so calm even though he was there to hurt you. He didnât seem nervous, or afraid âPut the gun fucking down!â
The gun touched the back of his head when you took a step closer to him. Ez put his hand down. His gun now facing the floor as he slowly started turning to you.
âWhat are you doing?â Ez asked you once he was facing you.
âIâm doing what you should have done when Angel asked you to stop this bullshit. Iâm protecting my familyâ you told him, stepping back without lowering your hands âDrop itâ
Ez didnât do it âIâm your familyâ
âNoâ you shook your head âMiguel is my family. My son is my family⌠youâre not, at least not anymoreâ
âSo⌠this is how it ends?â Ez asked after a few seconds of silence. He was there. The same tanned skin, the same eyes, the same Ez. But not really. It was like, physically Ezekiel Reyes was standing in the living room of your house, but if you looked deeply into his eyes⌠the one standing in front of you was a stranger.
âYou tell meâ It was unbelievable. All of it. One day you two were playing in the Reyesâ backyard and now youâre both with the chance of ending each otherâs lives in your hands âDrop the gun, Ezâ
âI feel like I donât know youâ
âYou doâ You looked at Miguel who seemed alerted and then looked at the gun Ez was holding. His hold became firmer and you knew in that moment he wasnât going to back down âI always lived to serve my family, you know thatâ
âI donât know youâ
âItâs me the one that should be saying thatâ Your eyes filled with tears. It was him or you, there was no point in thinking there was another ending âDrop the gunâ your voice came out as a whisper.
âI never stopped seeing you as my sister, you know?â
Your hold weakened and he took that moment to aim at you. Everything happened pretty fast; his arm going up, your finger in the trigger, your body jerking back with the recoil of your gun. When you realized what had happened, Ezâs body was on the floor, a big red mark around him.
You killed your best friend.
âHeyâ You heard Miguelâs voice but you couldnât look away from what you had done, so he took your chin and made you look at him.
âHe was going to kill youâ was the first thing you said. You felt tears in your cheeks not knowing when you started weeping âHe was going to get kill everyone in the club, he was going to kill meâŚâ
âI wouldnât let that happenâ he assured you âWeâre you and I against it all, remember?â
You couldnât nod âcause your crying didnât let you. Your body started to shake as Miguel held you close. You buried your face on his chest, the blood on your face marked his shirt but he just held you tighter, as he could take all your pain to his own body.
âI want you to talk to meâ Miguel whispered later that night. Your head on his chest, you could feel your hair a little wet still from the shower âWhenever you want or need to, okay?â His lips touched your head and that made you tear up again ââCause I got youâ
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A/N: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *Gif from shadesalvarez. Sorry I had to save it but my phone and laptop stop working whenever I want to look for a gif*
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Put you in jail for something you didn't do. I pinned your hands behind your back, thought I had reason to attack, but no.
You barely gave him the chance to talk.
Everything was pretty clear; how late he came home, all the cancelations to your dates, his empty chair at lunch and dinner. Everything told you that your husband was cheating. Absolutely everything.
And then that rumor: Miguel and Palomo were spending time together, there was even a picture. That was the moment you couldnât stay without saying anything. Not anymore.
âI told you Potter wants her compromised,â Miguel said when you confronted him about it.
âAnd what better way than sleeping with her, right?â
Miguel left what he was doing. His shirt was opened not being able to finish undressing after your words.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â He asked. He looked furious, probably as furious as you were. It was never a good combination.
âMiguel, please⌠You think Iâm dumb?â You got up from bed and walked towards him just a few steps. Miguel didnât take his eyes off you, but he didnât say anything âYou think so?â
âIf you really think Iâm sleeping with her, then maybe you are.â He said, sarcastically.
âFuck you.â You told him, walking to your side of the bed again.
âAmor⌠I donât know where you got that fromâŚâ
âYou really donât know?â You asked, turning back to him âThis is the first time in a month that youâre here early⌠all you do is be out⌠with her⌠there are days you donât even come home to sleep.â
âThat doesnât meanâŚâ
âShut up!â You cut him off âDonât you even try to minimize what I feel⌠donât you even think about it.â
âIâm not⌠You donât trust me?â Miguel seemed confused. He was looking for the right words to say, but he didnât find them. It was the first time you saw him running out of words.
âHow?â You asked âHow do you want me to trust you when you donât talk to me? You donât come home, I never know where you are, you donât pick up my callsâŚâ your eyes filled with tears so you needed to pause for a few seconds âWould you trust me if this was the other way round?â
Miguel didnât say anything. You knew he wouldnât âcause you knew the answer. For goodness sake, Miguel loses his mind for less than that.
âThank you for coming early today âcause Iâve been wanting to tell you something⌠this is not what you vowed at the altar, so⌠if this continues like itâs been, I donât want it. Iâll leave and Iâll take my children with me⌠oh yeah, I almost forget it...â You shook your head and reached for the cabinet on your bedside table âCongratsâŚâ You told him, handing him the white envelope âYouâre gonna be a father for the second time.â
Miguel didnât open the envelope. He was too shocked, but he got a hold of your hand before you could walk away, nevertheless, he couldnât say anything.
âIâll take another roomâŚâ You told him âGoodnight.â
And you left him alone.
Three days later, Miguel still hadnât talked to you. If he had to go out of the house, he asked someone to tell you and if by any chance you two find each other around the house, he never said a word. But that night he was home early. You heard him walking to your shared bedroom and closing the door. But somehow, you couldnât fall asleep so you took your nightgown, and your phone and went out to the pool with a giant glass of cranberry juice.
What a goddamn moment to be pregnant.
Surely your brain needed something stronger than a simple juice.
The night was quiet and cool. Time went by hearing the crickets sing and looking at the moon twinkling on the water of the pool. You were so inside your brain that you didnât hear Nestorâs steps when he got close to you.
âNestor!â You said, one of your hands on your chest for the surprise âYou scared me.â
Your husbandâs best friend smiled and with the look he threw at you, he asked for permission to sit in the same armchair. You nodded immediately.
âAre you okay?â He asked once he got a seat.
âYeah, why are you asking?â
He shrugged.
âI have seen you and Miguelâ
You rolled your eyes.
So that was it.
âMiguel sent you.â You didnât ask. It was Obvious. Nestor does everything Miguel says.
âNoâŚâ He said, sounding convincing âHe told me about your worries, though.â Nestor was silent for a couple of minutes just like you did âMiguelâs no cheating on youâŚâ
âNestor⌠stop.â You cut him off âWeâre friends but I know your bond with Miguel is stronger, I know where your loyalty lies and itâs with him, not with meâŚâ
âYouâre right,â he nodded âMiguel is like a brother to me.â
âAnd thatâs why youâd cover his liesââ
âAnd thatâs why Iâm here,â he corrected you. He had a little teasing smile on his face âIf he was cheating on you âwhich heâs notâ, I wouldnât be here. I wouldnât tell you a thing.â
You thought about it. You remembered when Miguel was going to propose to you. You knew it, you had suspected it from weeks before and you tried to get information out of Nestor but he never told you a single thing. He even avoided being left alone with you. Or that time when Los Olvidados took your son and Miguel did something he told you he wouldnât. Nestor ran away from you every time he saw you and it didnât matter how insistent you were; he didnât tell you anything.
Maybe his loyalty was with Miguel and maybe he was gonna cover him forever, but he was right. If Miguel was really cheating on you, he wouldnât be there. You were his friend too.
âMiguel knows heâs been away for too longâŚâ Nestor added âBut it has nothing to do with an affairâŚâ
âThen where is he?â You asked looking at him âWhere is he when he comes home late, when he doesnât come home at all?â
âHeâs been dealing a lot with Potter⌠and wait⌠how many nights he hasnât come home?â
You tried to remember but you couldnât think more than once.
âLike⌠two?â
âJust once.â Nestor corrected you âListen, Iâve known Miguel since we were kids⌠when he met you, he became someone new and I knew that what he felt for you was real and strong.â
âYouâre making me feel terrible.â
âNo,â he chuckled âYou had the right to feel that way, I mean⌠is the easiest thought.â
You laughed.
âIâm just gonna ignore that you just said Iâm not original.â
Nestor laughed too. It was probably the first time in weeks you laughed that way with someone that was an adult.
âYou know what I mean,â Nestor said and you just nodded.
âI fucked it up, right?â you asked, your elbows in your legs.
âI think the both of you did.â
You sighed, thinking about the way Miguel reacted when you accused him of sleeping with Palomo. Of course he was mad. Youâd also be mad if he accused you of having an affair.
âYouâre going inside so I can close in here?â
âNo.â You told him âIâll close, thanks.â
He nodded and smiled once again before leaving you alone with your thoughts.
I lived like an island, punished you with silence, went off like sirens, just crying. Why'd I have to break what I love so much?
Miguel, as he told you, he didnât know why would you think he was cheating on you with Palomo. Truth was that neglected his home and family for all the opportunities heâs been having since he made the deal with Potter and Los Olvidados, but it never crossed his mind to cheat on you.
He loved you. Everybody knew it. Even people who were never okay with your marriage accepted it. Nobody could say that Miguel Galindo didnât love his wife. It was obvious every time he laid his eyes on you. Every time he was near you. Nobody could get in between your relationship, every man and every woman knew it.
He was furious. He didnât think the word furious was appropriate for what he was feeling. But he was furious that the idea crossed your mind. Yes, heâs not been at home lately but, where did you leave the trust? Why didnât you trust him?
So you didnât talk. Miguel was not in the mood to argue and he knew he would say terrible things and he didnât want to, let alone knowing you were carrying his second child. But, he was worried about what you said; Youâd leave? Take his children away from him? If he ever say that he didnât care or that he was not afraid, would be lying. Miguel didnât see his life without you and every day he arrived home, that fear beat in his chest for the possibility of not finding you there.
Every night, he gets into the closet and his fear vanishes whenever he sees all your clothes. O whenever he gets into the house and sees Cristobal's toys in the living room, he just sighs and smiles âcause that means you're still there.
A week and a half went by. On a Tuesday he got home earlier than what he used to. It was past seven and the first floor was too quiet. The fear hit him, so quickly went upstairs just to hear his sonâs laughter coming out from his bedroom. Miguel calmed down and walked toward there. He needed to see him awake.
âDADDY!â
Miguel smiled at his sonâs excitement. Cristobal was in the bathtub, he had foam in his head and was playing with some plastic ships. You were sitting on the floor at the bathtubâs side and had also a ship in your hand but you didnât look at him.
Miguel had kept his distance to give you space and to clear his mind. But probably wasnât the best decision he had made.
âWe went to school today,â Cristobal told him when he sat at the edge of the bathtub not caring he could get his clothes wet.
âSchool?â Miguel asked, looking at you but Cristobal was already an expert at talking so he answered:
âYes. Mommy says that I will go to kindergarten soon...â
Miguel nodded and smiled. Cristobal was about to be of age to go to school, but you had not talked about it âcause for obvious reasons he wanted his son to be homeschooled.
âAnd did you like it?â Miguel asked, wiping the foam off his cheek.
Cristobal nodded while smiling widely and Miguel knew he couldnât deny him going to school, not after that smile.
âCan daddy dress me?â Cristobal asked, looking at you.
âDaddy is probably busy, honeyâŚâ
âIâm not...â Miguel interrupted you and smiled at his son âCâmon⌠is almost bedtime.â He stood up and helped his son out of the bathtub.
You gave him Cristobalâs towel and once he put him it on, he pulled out his hand at you to help you up. You took his hand, but that touch felt rare. He didnât like the feeling.
âYouâre gonna read to me?â Cristobal asked when he picked him up.
âSure⌠which book do you want?â He asked.
âThe Rockstar R!â Cristobal said almost at the same time that Miguel whispered another bookâs name.
âThe Rockstar R?â He asked, confused.
âItâs his favorite of the momentâŚâ Were the first words you told specifically to him in more than a week, but you turned your gaze to your son almost too quickly âBaby, be good for daddy, okay?â The kid nodded and you stood on your toes to kiss his head âGoodnight, baby, see you tomorrow...â
âGoodnight mommy.â
Miguel saw you walk out of the room before leaving Cristobal on his bed to dress him, and when he looked at him, he saw his big brown eyes looking directly at him.
âWhy mommy is sad?â
âNo, sheâsâŚâ Miguel thought for a few seconds. He had to be doing something really wrong if his son could see that something was not completely right with you âSheâs tired⌠sheâll go to sleep. Now⌠what pjs you want? Iron Man or Captain America?â
âCaptain America!â
Miguel dressed his son, took him to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, prayed, and read him a book. All of that took him half an hour because Cristobal used any excuse not to fall asleep and, being away from home for so long, Miguel didn't mind about the kid manipulating him.
Once his son was asleep, he left the room and went downstairs. It was still early and he hadn't eaten. Not that he was particularly happy to have dinner without you again, but he had to do it anyway.
But when he came downstairs, he saw you in the dining room, sitting in the place you usually took, while reading a bunch of brochures and sheets.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked you at the same moment when you drank from your glass.
âItâs not wine, Miguel, relax.â
But he was not worried about that âcause he remembered how you didnât even drink coffee during your first pregnancy even though the doctor said a cup a day would be fine. He never thought it was wine. You were obsessed with cranberry juice when you were pregnant with Cristobal, so he guessed that obsession came back.
âI meant thisâŚâ He said, getting closer and taking a couple of the sheets on the table âWhat is this?â
âIâm looking for the best school for Cristobal,â You said, leaving your glass aside and the pamphlet you were reading to take another.
âI thought that was something we would talk about,â He said, sitting in the chair next to you and just realizing you already read all of them. Some had a few notes on the edges or some words underlined âI wanted Cristobal to be homeschooled...â
âI always wanted him to be a normal kid.â
He chuckled âThousands of children are homeschooled in this country and that doesnât mean theyâre not normal...â
âMiguel⌠our son barely has contact with other kids,â You looked at him âYou went to school so did I⌠I just want him to have the same and then⌠He saw the school and the playground and I wish you could have seen how his eyes shone. I thought it would be hard, but he wants this⌠he yearns this...â
Miguel nodded and took some papers. You fell silent as he read the options you were considering.
He knew you were right. Cristobal had no friends and no cousins. He needed to grow up with kids his age and all those papers you had on the table just meant you were considering everything the schools had to offer, including safety, which was what concerned him the most.
âI like this oneâŚâ he said after reading everything you had written in all the papers.
âMe too.â You said, âI think itâs the best option.â
âWhen are you going?â
âIâll call tomorrow.â
Miguel just nodded and stood up. He didn't expect you to speak to him again, but when you did, he didn't hesitate to turn to you.
âCan we talk?â You asked.
He looked into your eyes. Sure you were tired like he told Cristobal, but there was also a glimpse of sadness in them. He couldnât stand looking at you that way.
âOf course.â And he sat again.
Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine even when I lose my mind.
âIâm sorry,â You said. You'd been wanting to talk to him since the day you had that conversation with Nestor, but you hadn't really thought about what to say. You wanted everything to go back to normal, but you knew that, in a way, the situation you were in wasn't completely your fault, so you apologized for the one thing you had to do so âI⌠should have asked you first. I should have listened to you when you said you were not cheatingâŚâ
Michael sighed. He seemed very uptight and to be honest, everyone in the house was the same. There was no way they could have listened to your argument the other night, but it was obvious that they knew something was wrong. For God's sake, you've been sleeping in another room for over a week now.
âWell⌠I didnât help that much, did I?â Miguel started âI didnât say too much these past daysâŚâ
âYou were mad; I understand itâ
âYeah, I was⌠at first...â He clarified and sighed again. You knew he was having a hard time admitting that he also had to do with the whole problem. You knew him very well. He didn't like to admit that he was wrong âThen I realized what you meant⌠Iâve been away from home. I took for granted what I have here; Cristobal, youâŚâ
âAnd thereâs a little bean on the bakingâŚâ
âYeah, letâs not forget the bean...â Miguel smiled making you smile too, âIâm sorry.â
You grabbed his hand on the table âIâm sorry, too.â
You looked at him and he seemed different. It was like the weight on his shoulders had left and, to be honest, you felt the same. It wasn't like you had said everything you wanted to say, but at the same time, it was like no more words were needed to fix the situation. Miguel knew how you felt and you knew how he felt. He knew what he had done wrong and you knew that you had to prove your hypotheses before accusing him of something.
âCome hereâŚâ he asked you, pulling your hand. So you got up from your seat and took a few steps towards him. His hands grabbed your hips and made you sit on his lap.
Having him near felt good. You didnât realize how much you craved his closeness until that moment.
âI love you.â He said after leaving a kiss on your cheek âSometimes I look at you and I think âThatâs it⌠thereâs no way I can feel more for her âcause if I do my chest is gonna explodeâ, and then, I prove myself wrong because it never stops growing⌠Iâll make sure you know that I keep falling in love with you every time I see youâŚâ
What could you say after that? When you suspected Miguel was being unfaithful, you reacted that way, not out of pride. You loved him and it hurt you to even think that he was no longer feeling the same for you... that he was giving to someone else, all that love he once gave to you.
But he never did.
His love, his heart, and all of him... was still there. With you.
âI love you,â You said. Controlling your tears better than you thought were capable of. âLetâs not do this again, please.â
âYou have a deal,â Miguel said, kissing your lips. It felt the same as the first time he had kissed you. âYouâre gonna sleep with me tonight?â He asked still too close to your lips.
âYeah, but after dinner âcause Iâm starvingâŚâ
Miguel smiled and palmed your thigh.
âLetâs go...â
Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want even when I break your heart⌠Meet me in the afterglow.
Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female OC Adelaide Lancaster.
Summary: After her crush rejected her for so many years, Adelaide found the love of her life, but not everything is perfect. Not when she fell in love with the devil.
Words: 2,602.
A/N: So... HI. It's been sooooo long and I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna come up with excuses, just so you know, I'm sorry lol. Uh... I don't know if someone is reading this, but if you are... thank you so much. I was sad for the news that the next Mayans season is the last one we'll get and I finished this chapter. I don't know what I'm gonna do once the show is over, but I guess will be our time to keep on writing about them idk lol... As always: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *gifs not mine*
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âYour husband called.â
It was eight in the morning and Adelaide woke up when a nurse walked into her room. The first she told her was that sheâll have an intravenous antibiotic, but she didnât pay too much attention. Truth was that she barely listened since the doctor told her that they didnât find her babyâs heartbeat.
Dita got into her room during the night to leave her purse and ask her to let Miguel inside. She just thanked her for taking her stuff and for being there. She completely ignores what she had told her about Miguel. She didnât care how worried he could be; she didnât want to see him.
âHe said heâs coming to replace his mother and wanted us to ask you if you could let him in.â The nurse says once she pulls out the syringe. Adelaide doesnât turn to her.
âI donât want to see anyone.â She repeats and the nurse just nods and walks out of the room.
Adelaide lays on her right side, her back to the door and her gaze to the window. She knows that she has to face Miguel at some point, but she still doesnât want to do it. She would like to think that he didnât mean what he told her the night before, but his words keep repeating in her head, and she is not sure she could stop them.
When she started to work after she got married, she had the purpose to leave her work in her office and be completely present at home. Her only job when she was with her son, was protecting him. Make sure he was fine and⌠she couldnât do it. With neither. Both of them are gone.
âI said I donât want to see anybody.â She says when she hears the door being open. Sheâs not sure how much time has passed by now, but sheâs sure itâs not a nurse or a doctor, they would have knocked on the door before. So, she keeps her gaze on the IV thatâs on the back of her hand and wipes the tears off of her face.
âAnd you know how much I fucking donât care?â
When she hears that voice, Adelaide turns around to see her best friend a couple of feet away from her bed.
âWho called you?â She asks, sitting up as fast as she can âcause her back still hurts from the epidural she got. Ez translates that as the chance to get closer to her.
âEmily.â EZ says, shrugging âShe said you didnât want to see anyone, that maybe youâd talk to me.â
Adelaide's eyes start to fill with tears and Ez sits at her side to hug her, letting her cry on his shoulder as much as she wants.
She doesnât understand why but there is something in Ez that, somehow, calms her down. She had to be mad at him, she had to tell him to go away and not get close to her again, but now that she has him near, his closeness comforts her.
âEmily also said that Miguel deleted our numbersâŚâ She hears Ez say once she controls her tears. She texted Emily Ezâs number once Dita brought her things during the night, and she also told her what had happened. She never thought her friend would dare to talk to Ez that soon âHow did you get them back?â
âI called Rizâs sister and she gave me his number, then he gave me yours,â Adelaide explains, but she realizes that Ez doesnât pay that much attention to her. He looks like he has so many things in his head âWhat?â
âI donât like what he did⌠itâs not right.â Ez says after sighing.
âHe knew I saw Angel yesterdayâŚâ Adelaide looks at his friend and when she sees the confusion on his face, she realizes he doesnât know the context of the situation âHe always loses his mind when your brother is involved.â
âWhy?â Ez asks even more confused.
âBecause he hates him.â She simply says.
âWhy?â
âYouâre not gonna let it go, right?â
âNope.â
Adelaide sighs and even though sheâs not in the mood to tell him about her past with Angel, she does it.
âBefore I knew Miguel, I confessed my feelings to your brother. At first, he said that he didnât feel anything back, but then he did. We started dating, I guess⌠at least everybody thought that we were but we never talked about it, we never felt we needed to.â She half smiles. âWe were like that for eight months or so, and it was everything I imagined since I was a teenagerâŚâ
âUghâŚâ Ez looks disgusted and all Adelaide can do is hit his ribs with her arm.
âShut up, you wanted to know.â They laugh for a few seconds, and once their laughs calm down, she continues âThen, one day out of the blue, Angel came and said that what we were doing wasnât right. That you saw me like a sister and your father as a daughter. He said that the only relationship he wanted to have with me, was the brother-sister one, and he left before I could tell him I was pregnant.â
Adelaide feels his gaze on her, but for some reason, she canât look at him.
âI was so mad, Ez⌠Iâve never felt like that before, and⌠what was I gonna do? He didnât want anything with me and I didnât feel ready to have a baby without a father, so, I went to Los Angeles to get an abortion.â She pauses, âcause the memories of last night come back to her. She waits until the lump in her throat vanishes and thanks Ez that he doesnât push her to continue before sheâs ready âTwo weeks later, Angel came to me to ask me for a pregnancy test my mother found⌠I had other options; I could have lied to him, but I noticed he was happy and I felt the necessity to wipe that smile off of his face, I wanted him to feel the same that I felt so I told him, and I know itâs your brother butâŚâ
âHeâs an asshole most of the time, I knowâŚâ Ez says. Adelaide nods and even though she feels she doesnât deserve it; she thanks the Lord because his best friendâs not judging her decisions.
âI got what I wanted. Angel was so mad, he even told me that he hated me for what I did. We stopped talking to each other until I went to the clubhouse for Cocoâs birthday⌠I just went to give him a cake I baked but Angel asked me to stay, that he didnât have any problem with that because I was Cocoâs friend too, so I did⌠Angel got so drunk and he apologized for what he said. He told me he missed me, that he wanted us to go back to the friendship we had before all of that, and I missed him too so I pushed my feelings for him aside and I accepted.â She looks at the rings on her finger and she smiles âcause the words sheâs about to say are forming a memory in her mind. She still can see it all perfectly and the butterflies are still there âA couple of months later I met MiguelâŚâ she says âAngel didnât like it at all when I started dating him. Even the club tried to convince me to leave him, but I loved him. It just⌠happened too fast. Then, two months before Miguel proposed to me, I had a pregnancy scare⌠I was at Loreâs house and I was crying when Riz stopped by. I tried to pretend to be okay but he knew something was wrong and he told Angel⌠When he asked me, I told him the truth and you know what he said?â
âBullshit, I guessâŚâ
Adelaide nods.
âHis exact words were âWell... if you are, you already know how to get rid of the problemâ.â
âWhat the fuck, Angel?â Ez mutters, shaking his head.
âThatâs what I said.â Adelaide shrugs âI talked to him again the day after Miguel proposedâŚâ
Ez doesnât say anything for a moment. She sees him trying to digest everything she said. She also doesnât add anything. She feels she talked way too much. Probably was way too honest.
âMiguel knows all of this.â Ez doesnât ask. These few days, sheâs been in charge of letting him know that Miguel is the one that she leans in, so he wouldnât be surprised if she had told him everything.
âI had to tell him because your brother threw a scene at my parentâs house when I was pregnant with Cristobal. He held me in his arms the whole night while I cried.â Thatâs the moment when she canât keep on with her words. It doesnât matter how much she tries to put the events of the night aside; she canât make them go away âI was thinking about all of that the whole night⌠that was the first thing I thought when the doctor told me that⌠that my baby was goneâŚâ
Her hands land on her eyes trying to stop the tears from going out. But the blame sheâs feeling for the decisions she made in the past is even stronger than when she made them.
âThey told you why it happened?â Ez asks once she sighs and uncovers her face.
âNo⌠they said that sometimes happens. It can be for long periods of stress, âcause the baby wasnât completely fine⌠but I think it was karma.â
Ez shakes his head, disagreeing with her âYou said Miguel loses his mind when Angel is involved⌠you can trust me, Addie. You can tell me what really happenedâŚâ
Adelaide takes her gaze up to him once she understands what he said between the lines. His words take her by surprise but sheâs aware that more than one person in her social circle could and would think the same way.
âYou think he did this? No⌠I mean, we argued but he didnât touch me. He would nevââ
âI have seen him doing things thatââ
âThat I havenât, I get itâŚâ Adelaide says, a little bit mad âcause out of all the people in her life, she thought Ez would be the one that could never doubt her common sense âI know what he does, Ez, I know who he is. I donât need anyone telling me about it.â Ez tries to speak, but Adelaide doesnât give him the chance âIâm not that helpless little girl you met, anymore⌠you need to understand that.â
âI doâŚÂ I just⌠I donât trust him.â He looks at her and, again, sheâs not surprised by his words. Itâs not the first time she hears them âThe fact that he deleted our numbers because he was jealousâŚâ
âWho said he was jealous?â She lets out a laugh and Ez throws her a glance âMiguel is not jealous of AngelâŚâ
âNo⌠heâs jealous about the life you used to have.â Ez tells her but she canât imagine Miguel feeling that way âHeâs insecure about you wanting to go back to that, after everything you left behindââ
âWhy would I?â She interrupts him âI love him, and I know I said shit last night but Iâm happy with himâŚâ
Ez doesnât insist anymore and sheâs glad. Sheâs been listening to a lot of people saying that what she feels for Miguel isnât love since the moment she started dating him. Even now that theyâre married. She was tired of that.
âYou said you saw Angel⌠what did you talk about?â He asks.
âYou really donât know?â She lifts an eyebrow and can see his regret for asking that crossing his face in less than a second.
âYou know itâŚâ Ez says and sighs âListen, I didnât know that she was trying to take Cristobal, if I knew, I would have warned you, I wouldnât haveââ
âEz, I donât care anymore.â Adelaide interrupts him, shaking her head no and making Ez turn to her âCristobalâs fine and he has to come back tomorrow.â
âAdelita said something that I didnât understandâŚâ Ez says after a couple of seconds. Adelaide doesnât say anything back âcause she knows Ez hasnât finished talking âShe said that she didnât understand how could you marry one of the responsible for your fatherâs death.â At this point, Adelaide freezes. She doesnât speak not because she doesnât have anything to say, but âcause she doesnât know how Adelita knows that âI thought your father died in a car crashâŚâ
âI thought that too.â She finally says.
| Then |
| ONE YEAR EARLIER |
âYour abuela made itâŚâ
She wasnât her grandmother, but Alonsoâs mom loved her as her granddaughter and she almost threw a big party when Adelaide and Miguel told her they were expecting their first child.
Adelaide was almost six months pregnant. She could no longer hide her bump and that only made her and Miguel even more excited about starting their own family. The nursery was almost done; Adelaide and Bridget designed it and Miguel was also being part of the process it didnât matter how tired he whenever he got home. Sure he had more money than what they needed to hire someone so his wife wouldnât have to work, but he was enjoying so much being part of creating the place where his child would spend the first years of his life in.
âItâs beautiful, thank you.â Adelaide smiled as she looked at the white knitted sweater that Alonso gave her. She was so thrilled to know her son would be loved by many people and she couldnât wait any longer to have him in her arms, but she couldnât say anything else âcase her parentsâ doorbell ranged. âIâll goâŚâ Adelaide said and still with the sweater in hand, she went out of the kitchen towards the front door. There, she found someone unexpected âAngelâŚâ Adelaide said surprised and the smile that was forming on her face, disappeared immediately when she noticed Angelâs gaze was on her bump.
âYou were the one I wanted to talk toâŚâ
With those words, she confirmed that he was drunk. She took a glance at the jeep outside and saw Gabriel about to walk towards them, but she shook her head to let him know everything was fine.
âWhat happens?â She asked looking down at his hand, he still had a bottle of beer.
Angel looked at the bump on her belly again and didnât say anything, as if he couldnât do something else than look at that spot on her body.
âI was about to tell you, itâs just that Miguel and I decided to keep it between us for a couple of monthsâŚâ she started to say. The moment she told Miguel she was pregnant, he said the news had to stay in their inner circle, just family and very close friends like Bridget and Emily knew. But Angel didnât seem to be listening to her words. He just shook his head and looked up at her face slowly.
âYouâre a piece of shitâŚâ He said. Hatred irradiated out of his eyes as she gave a little step back not understanding what he was talking about.
âAngelâŚâ She whispered looking back to see if anyone listened to his words but there was nobody near âWhat are you saying?â
âYouâŚâ he repeated slower âAre. A fucking. Piece of shit.â Angel gave a step towards her, and leaned to be closer to her face âThatâs what you areâŚâ
âYou should go, youâre drunk.â Adelaide asked giving another step back to close the door, but he didnât let her by placing a hand on it âAngelâŚâ
âWhy?â he asked raising the tone of his voice âWhoâs in here? Hereâs your husband? I didnât see his lap dog outsideâŚâ
âAngelâŚâ
âNo, itâs fine.â He said lengthening his last word and stepping into the house âLetâs tell him what kind of woman he marriedâŚâ
âItâs everything all right?â Amanda asked coming out of the living room.
âYes, mom,â Adelaide said nodding and about to ask her to go back to the kitchen. She didnât want anyone to hear âcause at that moment she knew exactly what Angel was talking about.
âYou never told her, right?â Angel said laughing under his breath âYou didnât have the guts toâŚâ
âWhatâs happening?â Adelaideâs mom asked again but she only shook her head.
âHeâs drunk; he doesnât know what heâs sayingâŚâ
âThe fuck I know!â He shouted, âYou⌠youâre walking around, really happy, showing your bump, so proud for Galindoâs baby, but⌠what did you do to the other one?â
âAngel, pleaseâŚâ
âYou⌠you killed it!â Angel shouted again.
Amanda looked at her daughter, but Adelaide only could look at Angel. Now, both of them had tears in their eyes. She pressed her lips together and tried to hold back the tears.
âYou didnât tell me shit!â Angel continued getting angrier âI would have been there for you and him, or her⌠I wouldnât have run!â
âAngelâŚâ
âAngel! Angel!â He said laughing âIs that everything you know how to say?â Angel looked at her, both of them forgetting about the fact that Amanda was there and now, Alonso too âYou let some doctors kill my baby⌠our baby.â He pointed to her and then to himself, and that was the moment when neither of them could hold their tears âAnd thatâs something Iâll never forgive you for.â
âYou should go, mister.â Gabriel tried to grab Angelâs arm but the Mayan moved.
âI hope you remember what you did every time you see that kidâs face.â
Hi I live in the US! After mandatory high school which is age 14-18, we can go to college (generally 4 years, 18-22). Here you can get a bachelorâs degree in whatever you study - engineering, accounting, architecture, etc. Thatâs generally enough and a lot of people stop there and start working.
If you keep doing school/want a higher degree and typically a higher-paying job, you can go to graduate school which is just a higher level of education in whatever you want to specialize in. Thatâs when you typically earn a masterâs degree. A lot of people stole here, too. Beyond that, you can continue on to get a Ph.D. which is a lot of research work but is the highest level of education and highly respected due to the work it requires.
However! If after you get your bachelorâs degree you have a specific field you want to enter that requires a lot of specialization (e.g., medicine, law, dentistry, physical therapy), then you can go to professional school, the length of which varies widely (law school is 3 years, medical school is 4 years, the list goes on and on). After finishing that, then you are ready to join the workforce!
There are a bunch of special situations Iâm leaving out here, but thatâs basically how higher education works in the US!
I need help from people in the United States and England pleeeeease!!
Ok... Soooo HOW DOES COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY WORKS IN YOUR COUNTRIES?
I'm sooo confused.
Like, I'll explain how it works in mine:
We get out of high-school at 17 or 18 (it all depends on the high-school plan you choose), then we go to, the literal translation would be university to study whatever we want (vet med, medicine, laws, graphic design, architecture, marketing... Etc). Like if I had't drop out Vet School when I was 19, I would have been a fully graduated Vet at 23.
I'm confused with this because in SVU I've heard that people go to college (like the most famous in the show, Hudson), and then they say that on the fall they're going to like... Oxford... Or Yale... Or any other with big names to study laws or medicine or Idk.
So...
HOW DOES THAT WORK?
I also saw it in Pitch Perfect. They all are in college (that in spanish that is also translated like universidad-university) right? And then, there's this girl that says that she's been accepted at vet school...
How does that work? I'm so confused.
All of this happens like in USA, but I'm also curious to know how does it work in England and other countries if you like to share.
I've been doing google research but it doesn't help me to understand. I'm writing a book and it would be really nice if you help me. It also will help me at writing my fanfiction.
I just finished Mayans' season 4 and I have something to say:
WHY NO ONE PREPARED ME FOR TAZA?
Like... I consider myself an emotional woman, that means I tend to cry super easily... I cried a lot with Coco, with Adelita finding Maverick, with Stephanie going through that horrible thing alone, with Hope, with Miguel and TomĂĄs, with the memorial, and so many other scenes this season... But... TAZA?
Out of all the spoilers I saw on here, you didn't mention anything about Taza and you don't know how much I cried and the things I was feeling lol my mom and sister looked at me as if I was going mad.
I'm still too emotional for this season. I need a break but I need Fox to confirm we're having season 5 because that ending... Aydiosmio.
Also... Wtf with Manny? I loved his character. Charming, clever and interesting and... WTF!!!
So, my semester is over. I'm done with finals and shit... This semester was so terribly horrible that I lost my scholarship đ yesterday's night I finally was able to sleep more than 5 hours... The first time in months.
Now... I'm about to watch season 4 of Mayans and I saw a couple of spoilers during the weeks the show was airing. I know I'm gonna cry but I actually need it. (And watch motociclistas sabrosos... I need that too)
Also, I'll have time to keep writing, so I guess that's good news.
Anyway... I'm gonna post my thoughts about every episode even though no one cares lol
Am I the only one worried 'cause Danny hasn't posted anything about mayans new season on his social media? And he's not in any trailer or promotional pictures? Like... Where tf is my Miguel aydiosmiooooo...
