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His Ride or Die

Updated on July 14, 2011

I sat to his right; he called me his right hand man although I was his woman. He made me feel strong. Wherever you would see him you would see me. Many called me his “Ride or die chick.” I saw myself as more of the rib that was taken from his cage to create me. He would never let anything or anyone come between us. He loved me like I was his own creation. When I spoke he finished off with the next word that I was going to speak. He was my light to my darkness my king to my kingdom, the blood that my heart circulated. What happened, why do I see him crying over my body? This wasn’t supposed to happen as he held me in his arms on both knees shouting at the sky on a clear summer night. The stars glowed and twinkled so bright this night. Tears fell from his eyes that could flow in the stream of a river.

“Baby, were we going stop playing I know your dying to tell me you can’t keep a secret from me?”

“I told you Divina it’s a surprise.” he said smiling as he turned to look at me holding onto the wheel with one hand and the other holding mine. He looked so cute trying to hold a secret inside but he was dying to tell me. I could see the stars dancing in his eyes. Nothing made me happier than to see him smile with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what my baby had for me. I was curling inside like if I had butterflies in there, like a hundred fluttering at once.

We finally arrived to our destination and it was a park up in the hills. I got off the car and there was a picnic table with red roses and two candles lit. There was a wicker basket that sat patiently waiting for us to arrive. He opened up the trunk and pulled out a chilled bottle of Stella Rosa that he had in a cooler. I walked over to the wood table bench and seated myself. I turned to find him shoving something quickly in his pocket and closed the trunk quickly. He walked over to where I was sitting and sat across from me. He took both my hands and said “ I hope you enjoy tonight Corazon, I’ve been planning this night out for 2 weeks. I couldn’t wait for this day to come and now it’s finally here. “

He opened up the bottle of wine and pored us both some about half way up. He reached over to the picnic basket and brought out the take out he picked up. He didn’t know how to cook so I found it cute that he put it in the basket. I just giggled. We enjoyed our meal beneath the stars and moon. We talked and enjoyed each other’s company as always. Nothing could have been better than this.

Half way through our meal 2 neighborhood gang members came out from behind the bushes and confronted Milo. They asked him what neighborhood he was from and he replied and said he didn't bang like that anymore. He told them that we were just enjoying our picnic. One of the guys wore a hooded sweater and gave me the creeps. He had a tattoo that ran from the left side of his temple down to his mid neck. I turned back to look at Milo trying to signal not to say too much when I looked in his eyes I felt like if I was starring at a ghost. His face drew a blank and a loud bang echoed. Next thing I know I am hanging over head and Milo was holding me in his arms. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little white box and opened it and kissed me on my forehead while rocking back and forth begging me to please come back.

He opened my hand and placed a ring on my finger and whispered. “I was going to ask you to marry me.”

He didn’t protect me this time, he couldn’t. He didn’t have the space or time to move. I was no longer gonna ride with him. They drew my fate and ended my life.

"I am here Milo I will forever be your Corazon. Please don’t forget me and carry me in your heart as I will carry you in mine. Te Amo."


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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Jazz, THank you very much for stopping by its always great to see a nef reader thanks again :)


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      jazzephaye 6 years ago from Atlanta

      Very nice. I really enjoyed.

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Always, Thank you! I get bored sometimes and think of expanding my creativity else where just for a little while :)

      Nikki, Thanks hun it was a sad lil story huh :(


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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      awww how sad. ride, or DIE.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This is GREAT Bella. I like the move to fiction stories, you do it well. Thank you.

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Cardisa, Thank you I actually do have more to come I just posted another one titled "Dakota and The Female Assassins" I really appreciate the response and comment.

      smiles :)


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      Carolee Samuda 6 years ago from Jamaica

      Bella, your flash fictions have been really great. I am hoping that there is more to come very soon. I loved it, even with the tragic end....not all great love story have a happily ever after.

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Thanks Acer! :)

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      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Intense,moving and beautiful Bella.;;))

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Jaye, truly you are sweet :)

      Brett, Thank you I found it interesting too. Thanks again for stopping by.

      Randy, Awwww thanks your to sweet. It was a bit of a read.

      JJ, Straight from the heart I thought of you when writing this piece this totally reminded me of you and even the picture if she had blonde hair I'd think it was you. I have grown a sensible feeling towards you and at first I felt a dislike but I knew the Lord would bring us close. I dont know why but I did. I felt that he sent me to you and you to me. Although we have never met and fb each other and hp each other I feel a special bond between the both of us. I just want to say thanks for being you and staying true. :)

      Pras, Thanks a bunch you are truly kind!!


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      prasathjvsk 6 years ago from Chennai, India

      wow... no more apt words to comment ...

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      JJ  6 years ago

      Girl, you and I grew up in that element. I know all too well about stories such as this. I also have seen too many people die from incidents just like this. You know my fiance was killed and it devastated me. I remember begging him to come back to me as I sat in the hospital room holding his hand as he lay there dying. This really touched me....very sad.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Wow Bella! Yep.... just wow.

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      Brett Caulton 6 years ago from Thailand

      Wonderfully worded and an interesting version of a tragic love story. I like the way you write from the dead woman's point of view ... it adds a nice tone to the piece.

      Voted up, awesome and beautiful.

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      JayeWisdom 6 years ago

      Actually, it's more difficult (I find) to write a short-short story that's good than to write a longer one. Sometimes the biggest treasures come in small packages!

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Jaye, Thank you it was a very short story. Thanks for visiting my hub and for the comment!


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      Jaye Denman 6 years ago from Deep South, USA

      This is very moving--a big tragedy captured in a short-short story.


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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Mia, Thank you. It was lurking and came to vision. A bit emotional I would say. Stories do happen of this sort. Thanks again for stopping by and being the first to read my hub!


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      Momma Mia 6 years ago from North Carolina

      This is an awesome hub. I am proud to be the first to comment on such great talent and touching piece!