Carlos.
I try sitting up, but damn. It's like I'm making it worse when I move.
I need to stop Dad before his hatred towards my brother pushes him to do something stupid.
"Please lie down," my baby worriedly pleads, and I am conflicted. I can't say no to her; at the same time, I can't let Rico pay for someone else's mistakes.
"I have to stop him, babe. I know my father, he will torture rico to death." I straighten the crease between her eyebrows, and she sighs, looking at the door.
I'm stressing her so much; she also needs to eat.
" I will go talk to him," she offers before weakly standing up.
"If he doesn't listen to you, come get me, okay?" I gently mumble, and she wordlessly nods.
Kay leans forward and slightly pecks my lips before walking out the door.
I need to get out of this
