ELEVEN

ELEVEN

CATHERINA

I might have just disliked how arrogant and so full of himself Andres Cruz was but right now after almost killing me by shooting so close to my head and his breaking my brother’s arm; I had every reason to dislike him with a passion that overwhelmed even me.

After the doctor had treated my brother and he had had a good night rest, he went out and has not been back but I knew he was going to be fine and the hand was going to heal if he took good care of it as the doctor had said.

My mamma was still in an argument with my papa over his non- challant attitude towards my brother’s pain and judging from my papa’s response to her, I just wished she would give up. There was no convincing somebody as bull headed as my papa that he was in the wrong.

I sat on the couch with my sister Audrey beside me listening to the news about a drug bust and the death of one of the key witnesses to the crime.

“That’s Andres’ warehouse, isn’t it?” my sister asked.

“I suppose.” I answered as we