Lagos
I try to free myself from the hands that hold me and push me down the stairs.
I don't want to go down there. I have seen what Urriaga, Sandoval, my father, and some of his men do when they go down to the basement. It is horrible.
“Dad...” I start to say when we get downstairs.
“Shut up,” he orders. I grit my teeth and tense my jaw, but I obey. If I don't, I'll only make things worse. I'm not going to let you continue to make fun of my son. Right now you're going to stop all the rumors.
“What rumors? I ask.
The threatening look he gives me almost makes me s**t my pants. I can take him. I'm almost sure of it. Despite being only fifteen, I'm strong enough to take him down, but do I want to? What will the consequences be? Will my father be able to kill me if I rebel against him? I
