Opposite Worlds by Sasha Pop

Author:Sasha Pop [Pop, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter XII

“What, what the hell do you want?” Juanito asked, clearly pissed for being woken up so early Saturday morning. His already sour mood worsened when he heard Rodrigo asking him about training.

“Didn’t Maestro tell us to rest this week?”

“I know but, I really want to practice more,” Rodrigo said. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but after he dropped Jessica earlier, he felt a combination of uneasiness and a surge of energy inside him to fight, and to give it all to protect his life and of those close to him.

“So you are really serious about it, huh,” Juanito said, slowly coming to his senses.

“Can you meet me at the range in an hour?”

Silence ensued, as Juanito clearly pondered between telling his friend to go to hell or to take up on the offer. As the time for the mission came closer, his anxiety grew too, so he picked the second option.

“Oh damn you. Make it two hours – I will see you soon.”

As they spent several hours shooting and practicing arduous physical exercises, with Rodrigo pushing to go harder and harder, Juanito got exhausted and about to call it quits for the day.

“What is going on with you today? You are different somehow. The look in your eyes is different – it is like they are not dead anymore. The last time I saw you like this it was on the soccer field back in high school.”

“We have to make it back,” Rodrigo said with a mix of bitterness in his voice. “I don’t care about anything else.”

“We will make it back,” Juanito assured, patting him on the shoulder. “You turned out to be a lot better than I expected, not just the goody-goody from tenth grade that wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

After taking a shower and grabbing a quick meal, they headed back each their own way into town. Rodrigo decided to use the free time he got to visit his mother at the hospital. On the way, he stopped by a farmer’s market to buy a beautiful vase of lilies, his mother’s favorite flowers. They were plentiful in Rosalinda’s hometown back in Mexico and never failed to bring back pleasant memories of her carefree childhood.

As he was walking down the hospital hallway, he bumped into Grandma Teresa.

“Buenas tardes Senõra Teresa. You came to visit my mother?” Rodrigo asked. To his surprise, Teresa was giving him a cold look.

“Yes. She is suffering greatly, the poor thing. She will be happy to see you.”

“Ok, I will be on my way then,” he excused himself, not understanding the reason behind her cold greeting.

“Listen son, I know you since you were little so I will be direct…what are you doing associating with the likes of Juanito? Nothing good will come out of that. Your mother wouldn’t want it, even if it is to help her.”

Rodrigo clenched his fists tightly.

“You don’t understand. I am sorry, I have to go now,” he said, moving forward.

“Whatever happens son, never forget who you are at heart,” the old lady added as he was already several feet away.

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