Marisol DeJesus: The Bruja (Book 2)

Why She Ran

Marisol had never thought she’d like living in the motel. But she did. Not only was she safe, but she was liked and respected now. And she had a bunch of guys who actually seemed to want to keep her safe. The six men all had names, and now she knew them and liked them.  

The owner was Uncle Diego Dante, he had owned this motel for fifteen years. He bought the place after his wife passed and he couldn’t stay in their house any longer. He couldn’t continue doing the thing she hated the most in the house they spent so many good years in.  

He has three sons, Paco, Gabriel, and Jesus. Paco was the oldest and he stayed in room 103 with his baby mama Rebecca. He was 22, and she was seventeen.  

It was a nice shock when the pretty Hispanic girl came and knocked on her door with a sweet, “Hola, como estas? (*Hello, how are you)?” Marisol ended up talking hours with her for hours about each other. All while her four-month-old son, Ricky, and Aurora laid on the bed talking to each other in little grunts.  

It was a nice addition for her to have someone like her close.  

Gabriel and Jesus were also great, fraternal twins who flirted with her for the fun of it. Both were sixteen, and while appealing she ignored them and their tatted bodies even though they were blush-worthy.  

Then there were the older cousins Roberto “Brick” Lopez and Jose “JoJo” Ramirez who were both fresh out of Rikers. Both having been caught doing a lot of bad s**t, both were rocking house alarm anklets. Both looked like mean pitbulls, tattoos, muscles and scowls. But after almost going hungry, it was Marisol who fixed them the best dinner they’d had in awhile.  

And like a pitbull they became fiercely loyal to her. Calling Aurora their little, *batata (*Sweet potato) and offering to watch her even if it was for five minutes for Marisol to breathe. They adored Marisol even more once she educated them on how to use their computers and most sophisticated voices to make side money.  

And getting them back where they needed to be.  

But it was the final member of this clan that made Marisol wary.  Stephano Dante was a menace to her mind, and she couldn’t afford to even THINK about that. She had a daughter to take care of. And he was up to no good.  

And while she could never judge him, she had just sent out her paperwork to be emancipated. And if it came back to her that she was, getting too close to a known hitter. She was done for. She’d lose Aurora before she could even blink.  

But Stephano dropped off formula and diapers whenever he could. He also supplied other things like cleaning supplies and food. He talked to her, made her laugh. And for a moment, Marisol was happy. She was with people who treated her like family. And she wasn’t being judged like in her real one.  

So of course, it had to be ruined.  

Aurora’s father, Javier Iglesias had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Aurora. And even sadder, his parents had made that clear as well. And while Marisol had no intentions of begging and pleading them to be in her life, she didn’t plan on hiding either.  

Her mistake.   

She had been in a park with her daughter. Blanket spread and a blue umbrella over them, Marisol put sunscreen on her daughter as they sat by the water. Kissing her, chin when she was done, Marisol smiled happily as Aurora giggled happily, “Mama?” Marisol beamed, “Yes baby?” Aurora giggled, “Mama?” Marisol kissed her chin again, “Yes baby?”  

Aurora let out a high-pitched scream making Marisol giggle and kiss her face. Aurora laid her head in the crook of her mommy's shoulder and the scene was so heartwarming. People watching were smiling a little and even though a little shocked by the age, they couldn’t deny the love.  

But then the wicked witch of the west appeared.  

“You didn’t have the abortion?” Head snapping up in shock, Marisol was upset to see Alexandra Iglesias, Javier’s mother frowning at her. Her eldest daughter who was married to a doctor behind her looking horrified. Hiding her son’s face in her skirt like she was a disgusting sight.  

Alexandra stormed over and looked down at her granddaughter with horror. She immediately called Marisol all kinds of bitches and w****s. And then she turned on her heel and stormed off claiming Marisol was ruining her life. Marisol didn’t cry, instead, she got up and packed her things angrily. And then she called Javier.  

And when she went to voicemail, she made sure to keep it classy. Even though her voice shook with anger as she sneered:  

“Next time your mother publicly embarrasses me, I will return the favor. And I have way more to say about her than she will ever have to say about me. You will be receiving a bill in the mail for the other half of my hospital bills. It’s the least you can do since I gave birth to your daughter that you refuse to help raise. And you will also receive papers, giving up your parental claim so we never have to see each other again. If I don’t get any papers saying you signed them, we’ll go to court. Enjoy the rest of your life, you f*****g pussy.” Hanging up, Marisol threw her head back sniffling feeling so embarrassed and angry.  

And then she went home. And two hours later the cops showed up with CPS and tried to take Aurora. But Stephano pulled her outback. “They’re searching every apartment and everyone has priors. Let’s go.”  

Marisol followed him and then he drove her as far as he could before she had to get out. He promised he’d call her when the heat died down.  

But then she heard two hours later there was a shootout.  

He and everyone else had gotten busted. No sign of Rebecca or little Ricky were found from her knowledge. She had been worried, but more so when her face appeared on the news as a missing run away with a child. Which of course forced her to flee the waffle house she was sitting in.  

Marisol had walked and walked, and walked.  

She held her gun close and kept her daughter steady so she could sleep. Even though she was achy, tired, and her back hurt, she kept walking.  

And then just when she thought she’d pass out from thirst, a cathedral appeared in front of her. Looking around confused since she didn’t remember how she got here, Marisol slowly approached the door and it opened for her.  

Looking at the seemingly abandoned church, Marisol prayed, “Protégeme a mí y a mi hija del mal.”  And as the protection charm immediately took effect unbeknownst to her, Marisol slowly opened the door.  

Now…  

“And now I am here.” Marisol finished exhausted.  Brianna shook her head as Tamia whispered, “Wow. Well I’m glad you were okay there, your baby daddy is a little b***h, and we got your back girl.” Marisol couldn’t stop the little chuckle that came out.  

She did feel safe here, and she could see none of them were bad people. They had peaceful energy and she liked it. And it would be a safe place for her daughter to raise her daughter for the time being.  

As she laid down tiredly, Brianna and Tamia bid her goodnight and welcomed her home. And as Marisol drifted off the sleep, it was made known to someone, another witch had been found.