The Easter Fight
It was Easter and I was yelling, “Hey, come on we gonna be late.”
My stepdad then says angrily, “I don't want to go.”
“Let’s go,” my mom said not really caring about what he just said.
“No, porque nobody in this house me ayuda a recoger la casa,” he said while glaring at me with anger in his eyes.
My mom shouted, “Get in the car!”
He still didn't listen until my sister convinced him to go. We all got in the car to go to my aunt’s house for the party. Our parties would always last a long time but now wasn't the case. The reason was that my cousins, siblings, and I had gotten into a fight. It started as a play fight with my cousins and my sister but one of them took it too far.
I was sitting with all the adults and my older cousin -who is one year older than me- playing Loteria with beans and betting with quarters when I had noticed something in the corner of my eye.
I saw my cousins laughing while surrounding my sister who was on the trampoline huddling herself like she was trying to protect her head and stomach while she was crying. They were assaulting and kicking her and the one in the middle who was doing the most was D’Angelo.
D’Angelo is the 4th oldest cousin while I am the 2nd oldest. Unlike me, he is rather skinny and short. He has curly hair and many ‘lunares’ on his face. My family loves to play sports but he is one of the few who are actually on a sports team. He is also the type of person to dress up good no matter where he goes or just tries to look good overall. What he would normally wear would be jeans with a plain black or white t-shirt with this jacket that is a dark blue and says automotive on it. If it wasn't something like that he would wear some good sweatpants with a plain colored shirt or a hoodie that would match with his fit. He would always wear some type of expensive shoes that he personally paid for like Air Jordans or Air Forces. And his hair is curly but the sides of his heads would be I guess layered or shaved off with just top being curly. And his haircut would always have some sort of design like a star and the bottom of the star would be a squiggly line.
His behavior can vary because for example when he would get new shoes he would say in a loud voice, “Yare, look at my new shoes.” And I would look at them and compliment them.
“WOW, they look good!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah I know right’” he said in a cocky voice.
And when I would try to change the topic he would just go back to talking about his shoes and how expensive they are. But, then at times like when we are at a store, he would ask, “Yare, do you need help carrying those bags.”
“Yes”, is what I would normally say. Or when Im cleaning he would ask if I need help and he times I say, “No”, he would still help. He is also the type of guy where if you ask him to buy something for you he would but it if he has enough money. Overall he is a good person but I’m starting to think it is all a facade.
My brother had noticed my sister crying while they were beating her up when he looked up from his phone. So my brother got onto the trampoline and started to punch and kick them as to divert their attention from my sister so she could get off.
But then they started ganging up on my brother and that is when I went and yelled, “Hey what do you think you are doing”, while looking at my brother concerningly.
“We just playing fight,” They said while laughing.
“It's just 3 against 1 though, how is that fair?” I said furiously.
They didn’t stop so I started fighting them and I took on the 2 boys while my brother took the girl. My other cousins had left the trampoline and just watched. Samantha was the girl my brother was fighting and she is the type of person who will cry if she is being yelled at or threatened so basically saying she is all bark but no bite.
When my brother had pushed her down she just started crying. When I took the 2 boys they said excitingly, “You won't be able to take both of us down.” So I got annoyed and I knocked both of them off the trampoline. After I knocked both of them down, I pulled Samantha's hair and she went inside her house bawling her eyes out.
Everybody had followed her inside to see why she was crying. My brother, sister, and I went straight to the car and my parents had followed us to the car. When we all got in they asked about what had happened that made Samantha cry. “They started the fight”, I said while laughing and crying at the same time.
“They were hitting Jos while she was crying and they wouldn't stop,” as my brother said defending me.
My parents were looking at each other for a second and then they started laughing. They told me, “Good Yare, you did good! Defendiastes a tus hermanos and there is nothing wrong with that.”
It was then that I learned how people can be two-faced no matter how well you think you know them. I was glad that my parents didn’t get angry at us, but at the moment I personally didn’t want to dwell on the behavior my cousins showed not too long ago, so to take my mind off of it my family and I stopped at Racetrack.
I ended up getting watermelon-flavored ice cream with gummy worms, strawberries, and sour patch, but it didn’t taste the best even though it was my favorite. After we all purchased out icecream we hopped back into the car and made our way back home.
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