Page 6 of Lourdes & the Mafia
It’s always the most prominent part of my magic, and the part I hate most about being a witch. It’s the agony that comes with seeing the future.
The future.
Panicked, my eyes dart up to find Yessi isn’t in the dining room.
Fuck!
I whirl just as she attacks.
I move on instinct, body powered with the truth of my vision and an instinct to not let it come true. My hands automatically clasp for the kitchen knife and I whirl, brandishing a weapon I don’t even know how to use.
But what I do know is the need to live, and I use that force now to swing with all my might. The knife cuts through her flesh, and even as I draw blood, the bitch barely bleeds.
Is she the fucking terminator?
Coño.
She retaliates by using swift, blurred maneuvers of her hands, relinquishing me of my weapon.
I know, even as I began to change my future, it inevitably resumes its course. So I know without a doubt what she will do next.
I dodge the blow to the head, only to be grabbed by the roots of my curls. She yanks my body down, bringing her knee up. The crunch of my nose blinds me, and the blood dripping into my open mouth makes me choke.
I tumble to the floor, the impact of falling radiating through my knees.
Her feet step into my line of vision.
A sob comes out of me. I know what comes next.
“You’re a dumb fucking bitch.”
I glare up at her as she brandishes the knife in her hand. My heart is beating too fast, my breath sawing in and out of me in heavy pants. I can’t slow them down or hold my breath as the knife plunges in my direction.
But at the last moment I twist to the side. The weapon grazes me, and I cry out in pain before I grip her wrist and bend my head, biting down against her flesh as hard as I can.
She lets out a curse as the knife slips from her grasp. I reach for it with quick, trembling fingers, grasping the handle and bringing it slashing down over her face.
She screams then, jerking back even after the blade slices her flesh. I use the moment to scramble to my feet, knife still clutched tightly in my hand.
My feet glide across the floor, nearly tripping me up.
“You bitch!” Yessi screeches from behind me. I run for the door, but I’m not fast enough. I’m tackled from behind. My face hits the floor, and I swear I see stars. “I’ll kill you!” she seethes from above me, her body pinning mine to the floor. I cry out as she yanks on my hair, lifting me, only to slam my head back to the ground once more.
My vision blurs.
No, no,no!
I can’t pass out. I fucking can’t. Not here. Not like this.
I need to move. I need to do something. I’m not a pathetic niñita. I’m… I’m…
I channel my inner Naomi Queen, and for a second I pretend I’m the daughter of an MC president.
It’s then I realize the knife is still stuck in my grip.
I slide my arm back, blade facing her, and jam it inside her body.
I don’t know where I’ve stabbed her, if I’ve hit any major arteries, and I don’t contemplate anything else other than the fact she jerks away from me, and I muster enough strength to shove her off.
