chapter 2

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Julia's PoV
You wake up softly with a moment of peace, then it all came rushing in. Your dad, your fight, your wounds... you wince touching one of the deeper wounds on your arms. Without really being focused on it you hear an unfamiliar voice downstairs and decide to go take a look.

You peak from the edge of the stairs and see a rugged man in a suit. Scary if you could describe it. Wait a man in a suit? Visiting your father? You overhear a name, Jose Hernandez? No no Menendez, Jose Menendez.

"Hmm"

you think but you come to the resolution that you've never heard it before. What was this man talking to your father about? You overhear snippets of sentences..

"Fired you... repay us"

"Lack of money...can barely pay bills" Your too busy thinking to have noticed that the man in the suit was now looking at you.

When you finally notice and meet his gaze you notice that his eyes are mad but have seen a lot.

"Who's that?" he asks your father.

"No one. Julia go to your room. Now!" he says angered by your presence. You hesitate but finally follow your fathers orders, before leaving you notice the look the man is giving you...almost as if he's gone into a deep thought. You shrug it off and head back to your room, but before you can close your door you hear the man say your name quietly to your father along with something else you can't make out.

The Next Day After School

You walk in the door of your house and are utterly amazed by the fact that your father is not passed out on his chair, but is at the table surrounding by papers.

"Dad? What are you doing"

"It's none of your business" you sigh annoyed because it's obviously something serious

"Maybe I can try and help"

"You cant now go away"

"Whatever" you start going upstairs visibly annoyed with your father because you know wand to atleast know what's happening. You recall the man from yesterday and stop on the stairs or try and get that answer from your dad.

"Who was that man here yesterday?" you ask

"Oh him" you father says his tone turning dull and sad "Mr. Menendez... I worked for him a few years ago" your surprised because you never saw him or heard you dad mention him. "They fired me for...personal reasons but he loaned me money to help me get by. I said i'd pay him back and yesterday he said was the day" Your dad had only free lanced construction so you were generally surprised on how you still had a house. Now you knew why. "We-We don't have the money Jules. I'm not quite sure what we're gonna do." you think hard trying to come up with a good answer for your father.

" Well... Well what if I start working a few jobs and you do to... only spend on essentials" was the best you come up with.

" I wish it were that easy Jules... I owe him a large sum of money I don't think we have enough time to repay him.." you don't know how to react, does that mean you'll lose the house? no more school?

"What happens if we can't repay him?"

"He's a very powerful man. It wouldn't be good Jules. I'm sorry"

You head back down the stairs and hug your father. He rubs your head with his knuckle the same way he did when you would play as a kid, simpler times and with mom here to help out. Sure Dad treated you horribly and when you get out you'll never come back... but he had his moments. Sober, short lived, moments... and you still loved him no matter what.

A/N: ONCE AGAIN WTF IS THIS IDK HOW TO WRITE A FIC

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