Season 1, Episode 14
Juan POV
I had to call Julio and several of the guys to stay and keep an eye on Carlton on the trip to the hospital. I opened the door to see Carlton on the floor, blood pouring around his feet and a slightly bluish face. He was bleeding excessively, and he deserved it.
"Did he give you any trouble, boys?" I pull out a joint and light it up.
"No, the white boy remained silent the entire time." Julio stated.
"Give us some privacy." They nodded and walked out of the room. I took the seat in front of him on the couch. I blew a puff of the joint in his direction. When the smoke hit his nose, he coughed.
"You don't look well, Carlton?"
He raised his head. "You fucked my wife and got her pregnant."
"No, Carl, I didn't fuck your wife. You're just too self-conscious. So your subconscious is telling you nonsense." "I have evidence," he wheezed out. "You're losing a lot of blood, Carl." I said, reclining back in my chair. If I'm not mistaken, he has around 4 hours to live, which gives him 3 hours of anguish and misery before I order Julio to take him to the hospital.
"I need to go to the hospital." He clenched his teeth in pain.
"My, how the tables have shifted." I said. "Why did you do it?" I inquired. He made a shaky motion with his head.
"You are raised by a caring mother. You get our father's messed-up habits even though you were miles away." "Your life is perfect, Juan. You have everything."
"I've got it all, bla bla. You only complain. Carlton, you don't want my life. Your mama protected you, Camila, and me; we had to fight for everything, and when Camila couldn't fight any more, she went, and my mother took a different road. She committed suicide, leaving me alone with the beast. He wounded me so badly that all I could do was love it--I never had a choice."
I always imagined myself as the one who mistreated and abused women, but now I see who steals everything from our father. I stood up and dragged him by his collar.
"That baby was yours."
"There is nothing that can persuade me. That bastard child was never mine. You have an addiction for fucking my girlfriends."
"That's because you treated them all like shit, and guess what? I've always been the one to defend you." He also grabbed me by the collar.
"I can't believe you'd make your brother suffer and die for some slut who will never love you." He made a drawl.
"But at the very least, I don't have to beat her to a pulp to prove anything."
"When she gets out of the hospital, she'll come crawling to me. For years, she's been crawling to me." He spat. I pushed him to the ground and straddled him. I started giving him facial punches.
"You'll never get her to hurt her." I wasn't going to sit back and allow another man hurt another woman in my life that I cared about. Someone yanked me off him. I smiled as I saw him cough up blood. The men hurried over to assist him.
"Let him to stay. Leave him to suffer!" I yelled, hoping for another hit, but Julio grabbed me.
"Are you insane? That's your little brother." Julio justified. I slammed him into the wall. The sharp collision caused him to groan in anguish.
"No me importa una mierda!" I screamed. I saw blood, and if he fucked himself with me as well, he'd get it right in his face. "I am going to the hospital." I said letting go off him.
"No, you are not." He growled as he pinned me to the wall.
"I really need to see her, man." I growled, trying to writhe free from his clutches. "You can't let her see you like this—all bloodied."
FUCK!
FUCK!
I was really enraged. "What's the matter with you, man? You are aware of the code. Family always comes first."
I kneed him in the stomach and he slumped over, howling in pain.
"I made that fucking code. And because the code was validated, Mother Fucker took advantage of it. Elena is also family." I took out my rifle and pointed it at him.
"What are you doing, man?" he said as he backed away, hands in the air. It's me, Julio." I didn't recognize anyone. All I could see was crimson. I want to beat his ass to a pulp over and over again.
"That imbecile killed his child and nearly killed his wife—the woman he claimed to love."
"I understand, Juan. However, if you do not calm down someone who you do not want to be injured, they will."
"Just get out of my fucking way!" I yelled. "All of you, get the fuck out of my way!" I was fighting back tears, and my breathing was so heavy that I could hardly breathe. I examined Carlton's unfamiliar face. He's earned it.
"Keep him alive. I want him to feel everything. If that motherfucker dies, you die." I threatened. I could feel the tears trying to escape, and I didn't want anyone to see me crying, so I hurried up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it so no one could open it.
I rushed inside the restroom. I switched on the shower and started taking off my clothing. I made the error of looking in the mirror.
"Juan."
My mother's voice called out to me.
"Shut up! you're not real."
"Juan, you are a monster too." I squeezed my eyes tight, attempting to shake her out of my mind. "I am not!" I yelled, "Get out of my head, please!"
"I love her! I really do! I do! I love her!" I know I wouldn't have hurt her the way he did, or how my father did to my mother; I wouldn't have allowed myself to.
"Juan"
"Urghhh." I took a shot at the mirror. The glass shattered and flew in all directions; some even got lodged in my skin, but I was too numb to notice.
"I won't Be like Him!" I stumbled in the shower. My garments were saturated by the cold water. The blood had washed away, but the memories and wounds of what I had done remained. I nearly murdered the shit. I resume stripping down and having a proper shower. I sobbed, my thought as finally conquered me telling me that I would be no better for Elena.
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I was fortunate to encounter Camila in the corridor as I entered the hospital. She was having a conversation with another female doctor. They appeared to be in some sort of conflict and were attempting to resolve it as quietly as possible.
When I approached them, they quickly fell silent. I gave Camila an uneasy smile.
"You're sleeping in the guest room tonight," the girl scoffed. She muttered something and brushed by me.
"What is her issue? Puta."
"That's my wife." Camila stated. My pupils dilate.
"How come you didn't invite me to the wedding?" She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Well, it appears you've done something stupid." She stated, looking at my damaged knuckles.
"I was a bit out of control." I grumbled.
"You need to go to therapy."
"Well, beating our brother's face in is therapeutic enough."
"He'll be paying a visit to your hospital tonight."
"God no." she mumbled.
"Which room is she in?"
"Ah yes. She is fit to be released. Come." She motioned with her fingers; I followed her down the corridor till she opened a door. I followed her inside the room. Elena was curled up on the bed with her back to us, her body shakes and trembles. I could hear tiny sniffles coming from her.
"She's been crying ever since we told her she had lost the baby." She spoke in hushed tones.
"I'll give you some space. Simply go to the front desk to sign the release form and pick up her prescription." She patted my shoulder and closed the door. I didn't know what to say to her except that part of this was my fault, and I knew she'd hate me much more for it. Manuel wouldn't have had images to show Carlton if we hadn't kissed, and she would have still had her baby.
"El—Elena." I whispered, softly caressing her arm and allowing her to roll over so I could look at her. I took a seat on the bed. She grinned and looked at me with teary-red eyes.
"I am deeply sorry; it is entirely my fault." She sighs and shakes her head. "You saved me, and that's good enough." She slipped into my arms, and I was so stunned that I couldn't help but let her embrace me and cry into my arms.
I didn't feel like I had saved her. I made matters worse for her. I chose not to press the issue. She'll understand it was all my fault one day.
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