The Girl He Left Behind

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When I first laid eyes on him, I didn't expect much. I definitely didn't know he was the love of my life, not at first glance. He was just a guy friend of my girl friends. I had no idea he'd screw me over so badly. He made me so happy, just by smiling. I would have taken a bullet for him, but in the end he chose her.

And what did I expect?

She was his girlfriend of three years, not me.

I was always a second choice, even though he would've been my first choice every fucking time.

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2 years later

"Yes mama," I mumbled heading towards the bus station," I'll be home soon, no te preocupes (don't worry)."

It was dark out and honestly being outside in Mexico, at this time of the night is pretty dangerous. So I can understand my mothers concern. My mom says this is why she didn't want me to come back to Mexico. In her opinion it's too 'dangerous.' I told her 'I'm a risk taker' and she threw a shoe at me for joking about her concerns.

I told her we can't avoid or escape death, we're not the winchesters.

She hit me again.

I checked my watch again and sighed. It's already 9, I don't know what time the last bus comes at. I really hope I don't miss it. If I do I'm definitely dead, because the only friends I have that live close by are guys. And as comfortable as I am with them I'm not sure they'd be comfortable inviting me into their homes. Considering it's been 2 years since I've seen anybody from Mexico.

Hopefully I don't miss the bus.

"Reina! Que haces tan solita?"A guy said approaching me, with three other guys flanking him.

(Queen, what are you doing so alone)?

Damn it, I should've gone home earlier.

"Que te importa? No tengo derecho de caminar sola?" I said angrily, he let out a mocking laugh as they stopped in front of me.

(What do you care? I don't have the right to walk alone?)

Don't show them fear.

"Deberías de estar acompañada de un hombre como yo," he replied cockily.

(You should be accompanied by a man like myself).

I laughed in his face, what am I doing? Am I trying to provoke this asshole? The guy practically screams danger and instead of acting sweet and innocent in hopes of them letting me pass by, I'm provoking the bastards.

"Yo no necesito que me acompañe ningún hombre. Menos uno como usted, así que discúlpame pero tengo que alcanzar el camión," there that was nice, sort of.

(I don't need any guy to accompany me. Especially not one like you, so excuse me but I have to catch a bus).

Obviously I wasn't nice enough, because before I can even take a step forward he has me by the throat. I struggle to breathe as he slams me against a brick wall. Even then, I show them no fear. I've been through hell and back, I can handle whatever these guys throw at me. These guys are just wannabe demons.