I sat up and glared at her. "I know you didn't just say that."

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Do you have zero self-worth?" I stared at her.

"I'm just self-aware?" She looked confused.

"Self-." I shook my head. "You are absolutely not self-aware."

She sat up. "What was I wrong about then?"

"What we're you right about?" I laughed.

"I'm a monster."

"No, you're not." I crossed my arms.

"I was seven years old when I made my first kill." She stared at me.

"That doesn't make you a monster, that makes you traumatized."

"I can't count how many people I've killed."

"And I'm sure you killed all those people on your own for your own reasons." I said sarcastically.

"I can't count the people I tortured either."

"So you wouldn't just kill for me, you'd torture for me?" I smiled.

"This isn't a joke." She hit me with a pillow.

"You don't get to call me a goddess and call yourself a monster. Let alone in the same breath."

She groaned. "But-."

I put my hand over her mouth. "No buts."

She raised her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "No sentence buts." I moved my hand down.

"I thought so." She tackled me against the bed. "You're fucking gorgeous."

"Nice subject change." I exhaled.

She smirked. "I know."

She crashed her lips against mine. I liked the soft and romantic kisses, but I loved the hungry ones more.

She always tried to be gentle with me, but when she was being gentle she was distant. It was like she was fighting a silent war in her mind.

I could tell it was happening with these, but I don't think she noticed. I think she was able to ignore whatever was going on in her head.

She kissed me deeply. She held onto me with everything she had. I could stay like this forever.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

Or lips broke apart and Rosa set her forehead against mine.

"Yes?" She half yelled through her heavy breathing.

A voice I didn't recognize yelled something in Spanish.

"Yes." Rosa sighed.

The door opened. A woman I didn't know was standing there.

"Doors stay open." I heard Carlos yell.

The woman in the doorway smiled. "Decent, but compromised."

"Mother." Rosa groaned.

Oh lovely. This is exactly how I wanted the first impression to be.

The woman, who I now knew as Rosa's mother looked between us. "I'm sorry to ruin your fun, but you need to follow the rules in place here. Also, lunch is ready."

"Lunch?" I perked up.

"I already ate." Rosa smirked.

"Dear God." Her mother walked out of the room.

Rosa brought her attention back to me. "I present to you, Valentina Sanchez. Aka, the only person in this world who loves me."

She paused. "Minus you." She pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.

She rolled over and fell off the bed. I think she forgot we were on the very edge.

"Rosa!" I reached towards her.

"I'm good." She mumbled. "Fucking floors." She whispered as she got to her feet.

We walked into the kitchen and there was food already at the table. I didn't recognize it or the smell so Valentina must've cooked it.

How long had we been in there?

We sat down at the table and I noticed Valentina and Rosa praying. Well, I was the only one who wasn't praying, but I didn't expect them to be religious.

Then I noticed the cross on Rosa's necklace. I don't know how I missed it before. It looked old, but the kind of old thing that had been taken care of and loved.

I started eating. Whatever it was, it was delicious.

Rosa noticed Carlos staring at her. She gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on shooting any of you."

I choked on my food. Somebody dropped a fork.

"What?" Rosa stared at me.

"Not everyone is used to always having weapons around." Valentina took a sip of her drink.

My eyes went wide. "Are you armed right now?"

She reached into her jacket and pulled out a pistol. "Always." She raised an eyebrow. "You never know when you're going to need a weapon."

How did I not notice that before?

Carlos' jaw dropped. "That seems very unnecessary."

She stuffed it back into her jacket and shrugged.

She ate the rest of the meal in silence and watched as her mother interacted with Carlos and Jazmin.

At some point over the year, I had switched from Abuela to just calling her Jazmin, maybe because calling her Abuela was associating her with my parents.

She cared about her mother. I mean, of course, she did. But she really cared about her.

Every single time Valentina smiled or laughed Rosa got the faintest smile on her face. It only lasted a second and it wasn't very noticeable, but it was definitely there.

After lunch, we found ourselves back in my room, but we had to leave the door open.

Rosa stood in the center of my room and looked around. She found my records and record player.

She smiled at me. "Listen to a lot of Hozier do we?"

I blushed. "Stop going through my stuff." I walked over to her to move her.

She swiftly grabbed a record and held it above my reach with one arm.

She wrapped the other arm around my waist and kissed me deeply.

I resurfaced when I heard Ricky Montgomery's voice fill the room. Like without a hook started playing.

Rosa pulled me into the center of the room. "Can you dance?"

"Oh." I tried to pull away from her. "I do not and absolutely cannot dance."

She held me tightly. "Today you're learning."

I shook my head.

"Yes, you are." She smiled.

She moved my hands into place. "Nothing too difficult, okay?"

I stared at my feet. They were incapable of moving at a steady rhythm.

She put her hand on my face. "You got this."

"I don't got this." I laughed.

She started to move. "Right foot back. Now forward. Now left. There you go." I started to pick up the rhythm a little.

I looked up at her and immediately lost track of where I was.

She laughed a little. "It's alright."

"I told you I can't dance." I laughed.

She kissed my forehead. "Yet."

...
This chap may be really bad. I wrote it over a course of three days.

I'll put Ana's pic eventually, I don't have the energy rn

<3