𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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Tw hard topics, involving suicide
For the last almost three weeks, I had been calling my dad to inform him about Carlos' progress and rant about how annoying he is. And I'm sure that what he pulled yesterday was an attempt to save me from having to suffer this any longer.
So, why did I say no to the opportunity of leaving when it presented itself? I don't know. Or maybe I do. This whole thing is confusing.
What I do know is that his existence annoys me and that he has way too much fun with it. But somehow I don't want to leave.
I guess that we kind of became a constant in each other's lives. As he said, I got used to him and he got used to me. Stuff like that happens, you spend that much time with someone and you start to grow accustomed to them. It doesn't mean anything.
That and also wanting to help. I promised myself to be there for him because I remember how hard it is to go through something alone. No one deserves to be by themselves, not even him who constantly tries to make me lose my shit.
'You touched my hand not my dick' he had said. God, I'm sure he is still laughing about that one, he must be so proud of himself. It took me off guard, if I had seen it coming I wouldn't have allowed myself to react that way. I'm sure my cheeks were as red as a tomato.
But once I got myself together I knew that he would pay for it. And he did because yesterday I was the one who had the last word not him. Something he isn't used to.
And he might act all tough and badass but he was really quick on asking to keep me around when my father said I could leave. Said it more than once actually so he has no excuse, he wants me around. He probably isn't sure about why either but he does.
Hunter, the physical therapist my dad talked about, and a friend of mine's called this morning and taught me the very basics over the phone so I could get started with Carlos this afternoon. On my free days, I will meet him for some extra classes and I'm also going to try to convince Carlos to allow him to come from time to time to check how we are doing. I'm going to try my best but I think we will probably need a professional from time to time. I want him to get better.
My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter and I check the notification. Carlos is calling me. He usually shouts my name, it's weird for him to use the button. But I have to check anyways so drying the last dish from today's lunch I go up to his room.
Opening the door slowly I see him resting on the bed watching tv. "You called me, is everything okay?" I say pointing to the button on his bed.
"Did I?" He looks down at the button. "Didn't mean to, everything's fine."
"Oh okay, I will go back to the kitchen then." I smile and turn around to leave.
"Wait." He says and I stop right in my tracks. "Now that you are here, want to do something?"
