Out Of The Dust

6

Nestor was pissed. Mikey had him on what he thought of bitch boy duty. Watching over the little sister for no damn reason. He hated this, and he hated Mikey for it.

Nestor followed Daizee home to a small blue house on the other side of town. It was home looking, with a white picket fence in the front yard. Daizee pulled her bike into the garage and Nestor pulled in behind her.

"Nice house." He grumbled as he got out of the car.

"It's a shit hole. Finally off the MCs watch, can stay where I want." Daizee said and walked towards the house.

She opened the door and flicked the light on. Nestor's eyes went to the surrounds of the house. Light grey walls with pictures on the walls. They were pictures of Daizee and some boy who was clearly older than her.

"Who is this?"

"My brother, SJ. Named after my father." Daizee said and continued walking through the house.

"That's... uh... nice." Nestor said as Daizee walked away from him. He rolled his eyes and followed her upstairs.

Daizee turned around on and Nestor stopped. She glared at him and said, "I get it Mikey put you on bitch boy duty, but that doesn't mean following me around like a lost puppy."

"I'm making sure..."

"I'm a sniper. Your job is to warn me if you hear anything." Daizee said and walked up the stairs.

It was weird for her to be back in this house. It was like a museum. Everything had a fine layer of dust on it. Her sister clearly did not do a good job with the upkeep. Daizee sighed and began to change the sheets on her childhood bed.

Nestor stepped into Daizee's teal green bedroom and looked around. Pictures, medals, posters, and certificates hung to the walls. She had fairy lights hung up around her room, and an old record player in the corner. Nestor looked behind him to make sure Daizee wasn't coming, and walked over to the record player. He looked through her selection before picking up an Andy Williams record. He placed the pin in the spot he wanted, and listened to
the first beats fill the room.

"Guess there's no use to hang around. Guess I'll get dressed and do the town..."

Down the hall, Daizee heard her record player turn on. She angrily shut the washing machine door and stomped down the hall. She was about to yell at Nestor, but stopped when she heard him singing the words to the song and looking at a picture frame in his hands.

"Can't get used to losing you, no matter what I try to do. . ."

She smiled at the mercenary and leaned up against the door frame. Nestor smiled and grabbed another picture off her desk. He turned around feeling someone in the room.

"This you?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, me and Mikey. My parents used to say we were cousins."

Nestor nodded and set the picture down, "That's my brother on the left side of you. I wonder where I was."

"Eating dirt in the back yard." Daizee joked walking into the room.

"Probably." Nestor smiled. "For all the time you were around, I don't remember you."

"I didn't start living with them until I was about 16. By then, Miguel was all girl crazy and was never home. You were probably them. After my parents died, I lived with the Reyes' before the Galindos came claiming me as their own."

"I remember Miguel being pissed about having to share his car," Nestor smiled.

Daizee rolled her eyes and went to go grab a new set of sheets. Nestor went and helped her place the sheets on the bed.

"Do you remember it?" Nestor asked.

"Remember what?"

"That day."

Daizee froze. She hated talking about it. The day was frozen in her mind. Daizee's calm exterior was gone. She stormed over to the record player and cut the song. Nestor looked confused, but Daizee was angry.

"Get out. You can stay on the couch. There's sheet in the hall closet. Ill be up an oh-5-hundred." Daizee said before leaving the room.

Nestor was confused but just shook his head. Daizee was still the same girl he remembered. He followed her demanded and went down stairs to the couch. He got himself comfortable and turned the TV on.

Across the street, Felipe kept his eyes on the small blue house. It had been some time since lights have been on. He would've been worried but it somewhat subsided seeing Daizee's bike in the driveway.

"Hey Pop." EZ said walking into the house. Felipe was sitting facing the house, "What are you looking at?"

"Daizee came home." Felipe said. EZ sighed and sat down next to his father.

"Yeah, she's been back for a couple weeks."

"Angel know?"

"Yeah. She's uh... prospecting for the club."

Felipe nodded and kept his eyes on the TV glowing from the house. He knew it wasn't Daizee, she'd much rather be painting than watching TV before bed. Felipe didn't say anymore but got up from his chair and went to get his son a beer.

Nestor was barely asleep when he heard the door open quietly. The down stairs was all dark, and Nestor slowly got up. He grabbed his gun from the coffee table in front of him. Nestor was about to reach for the light when he heard a scream from upstairs.

"Daizee!" Nestor yelled and took off up stairs. He rounded the corner and into her room. Daizee was sitting up in her bed clutching her head in her hands.

"No! No! No!" She crime and Nestor put the gun down. He climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"It's okay, no one is here. You're okay." Nestor said, not forgetting about the door opening downstairs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." Daizee cried. Nestor sighed and held Daizee close. It was uncharted territory for him. He had never been close like this to another girl. The most he did in bed with a female was fuck them until they couldn't walk. He didn't even know he could cuddle correctly.

Angel sat on the porch step with a cigarette in his hand. He was pissed. Coco let Daizee go home, now She had some random guy over. Angel wasn't dumb.

Daizee was beautiful. Her gorgeous brown hair was soft like silk. It had gotten longer since she came back. It used to be down at her waist, now it went to her shoulders. He remember when she cut it shoulder length and how much his mother gave her grief about it.

"Guys like women with long hair, mija."

"Aren't you worried they'll think you're... different."

"Oh Daizee, I miss that long hair."

Daizee also had a smile that would melt any guy like butter. It made Angel weak in the knees when she would flash that smile. She used to smile all the time.

Angel flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette, when he saw EZ walk out of his Pop's house. The younger Reyes walked across the street and stood on the opposite side of the white fence.

"You stalkin her now?" EZ smirked.

"Nah, she got some dude over. Heard them talking upstairs. Sum bullshit." Angel said and stood up. 

"Well it's midnight and you're on her door step again. Sounds a little like deja vú." EZ said and clapped his brother on his back as he walked by him.

"Ain't deja nothin. That girl ain't gonna mess with me anymore."

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A/N: if you can guess the song... i love you.
Also thanks for 300 reads:)