Requested by: katiekatequeen

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For those of you who don't know, Sad Eyes is Oscars second in command (SIC) (also my play on words in the title : ) 'sick' 'sic' no? okayyyy anywayy)

This was kinda cool to write, considering idk that much about sad eyes, so most of it was improvised.iw was pretty fun. Having it purely based on imagination.

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Sad Eyes POV

I should've went with her. None of this would've happened if I went to the park with her. If I hadn't let her walk out in the middle of our fight. It was so stupid to let her leave.

**flashback**

"It's not the fact that you didn't do anything with her, Carlos!(Let's pretend that's his name) It's the fact that you entertained it! You let her sit there and think you were into her and flirt with you!"

"But I didn't flirt back!" Carlos shouted in his defense, still stubbornly thinking he was right. But y/n was just as stubborn and wanted to make sure she got her point across to him.

"I know. You've said that multiple times. But you're still not hearing me. You. Didn't. Stop. Her. You just sat there and let her think you didn't have a girl to come home to. It's not an actions things, it's morals. It's respect. You had no business being out with her in the first place knowing what kind of past we had, what kind of past you guys have had," I point a finger at him, my voice getting scarily calm towards the end.

"Look. I wasn't really with her. I was with your hermano. So stop blaming me for cosas that didn't even happen."

I scoff while rolling my eyes so hard they could pop right out of my eyes. "Are you joking? Were you not listening to me that entire time I was talking? Have you forgot about your past or have you just gone stupid? God, sometimes I don't know why I even try with you anymore Carlos!"

In all reality, you didn't know why you said that. You know full well why you tried. It was practically stitched onto your heart. You loved him. You've said it time and time again but your anger just began boiling in you. You couldn't contain it. He wasn't listening and it was irritating you. But you were too blinded by rage to explain that to him. The heat of the moment was too hot. Which explains why he said what he said, too.

"Then why're you still here?!"

You simply shook your head and grabbed your phone and headphones and began leaving.

This would normally be the time when one of you would back down and apologize, or simply agree to disagree, but Carlos sincerely didn't see anything wrong with what he did - or didn't do, rather - but you saw everything wrong with it - even if it wasn't done intentionally.

**flashback over**

"I'm so sorry, mamita. I should've just said sorry. I shouldn't have just let you leave. Please don't go; I love you so, so much," I whispered, placing a kiss on her cheek as a tear slipped from my face to her cold, emotionless countenance.

**flashback**

It happened fast. So fast you didn't even get a chance to see who it was. Because before you knew it, three guys were kicking, punching, and beating you wherever they could manage to hit you.

"Tell Oscar and his little group of wanna-be gangsters that they should think twice before having 'Blast on Your Ass' Lil Spooky after one of our own!" They drove off in their old, black mustang after inflicting more damage for at least another half hour and stabbing you at least twice and slipping a note into your shirt.

The pain was near unbearable, but you'd die if you stayed here all night. Dying is still in the realm of possibilities, even if you somehow manage to get back to the house conscious. You were bleeding everywhere.

You were nearly there. You could see the smoke from, probably, Oscar's freshly lit cigarette. You tried to get him to stop for so long. He's so heard-headed. If you don't make it, that's definitely something you'll miss.

"O-Oscar, Cesar," you managed to say loud enough for him to hear before you fell to the ground.

Was this gonna be it?

"Y/n?" He heard your limp voice, fueling you to try to crawl to him.

Despite you being the result of an affair between his father and a woman he's never met, which broke the family apart, he still cared about you. He grew up with you for at least ten years now.

"Oscar," you fade into darkness, hearing him choke on his air and rush to you.

You heard him on the phone with the ambulance before you can't hear anything at all.

**flashback over**

Oscar's POV

As much as I want to hate Sad Eyes for getting y/n into this mess, it's not his fault. He couldn't have known she'd get jumped.

Carlos walks out of her hospital room and sits on the other side of the three-person sofa. Besides, blame isn't what he needs right now. I'm sure he feels bad enough.

Cesar already popped off on him and blamed him for everything. He's been in the bathroom for the past hour.

Whenever I was out doing things I didn't want Cesar involved in, y/n watched him. They got pretty close, obviously.

I stand up and go to her hospital room, painted in a light baby blue that was practically white.

I closed the thick door behind me.

Seeing her in the state she's in now made tears start to prick my eyes.  Remembering the trail of blood behind her, marking the territory she'd traveled on. She's my little sister and I couldn't protect her like I promised her and Cesar.

3rd Person

"Lo siento, little sister. I told you and Cesar I'd protect you. From the point when your dad left, I made sure you were safe. At least I tried to. I remember when you first moved in with us when your dad left you. Estabas tan segur de que mí y Cesar te odiaría por romper nuestra familia. (T:You were so sure me and Cesar would hate you for breaking our family.) And I can't say I didn't want to. I wanted to hate you with everything in me, but I couldn't. Cuz you didn't ask to be the product of someone else's infidelity. You didn't ask to get jumped and stabbed, either. I'm so, so, sorry, chiquita. I should've ended that feud between Latrelle before it spread to you. Or shouldn't have ever started it at all."

He thought back to when he found the note in your shirt, the thought of the Prophet hooligans even thinking about getting remotely close to your chest instantly sickening him."Lil' Spooky's next."

"Lil' Spooky's next." It had read in sloppy, but legible handwriting.

He sadly chuckled, reminiscing about you, fairly certain you wouldn't make it back from this. "You always were the more tranquilidad de los tres (Calm of the three of us). You would've told me to 'Calm down. Stop overreacting and think about the possible outcomes.' You would've went through every possible scenario and help me put my head on straight. Bad things happen when I don't talk to you, hermanita," He paused, his vision becoming cloudy, "and now I might not be able to again. I might lose you! Just because of my stupid ego!" He shouted, choking back a sob and kicking the sofa seat next to him as he became mad at himself - furious even. He had almost scarred Cesar for life, at the same time as nearly killing you. As far as he was concerned, he was to blame. For everything.

"God, what I'd give to just see you smile while you call me an idiot. You were never wrong when you did, you know. Please wake up, hermanita. Carlos is practically killing himself out there. You're not even gone and Cesar's already taking it hard. I haven't seen the kid since we got here. I don't know what he'd do without you. I don't know what any of us'd do without you. Please wake up. Té amo que te digo (I love you more than I tell you.) So I'm sorry for that. Please. Despierta, hermanita.," He let another tear flow slide down his face. One that, to him at least, held the same meaning of the one he'd gotten etched onto his face for life. He'd killed someone. He'd killed you.

But you didn't wake up. Not that day, not that month. Never.

Told yall u'd be cryin. Anywhoo sorry if the Spanish is off, i used translate.com instead of google translation. Idk if it's more credible but yeah. I'm kinda proud of myself for being kinda consistent :) Just hope i can keep it up. 

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