You were a part of Los Vaqueros, highly respected and loved among everyone.

Everything ended when rumors and false accusations started to spread throughout the whole team, labeling you as a traitor.

Alejandro was devastated upon hearing the news. He did not want to hear any excuses or explanations; he felt betrayed by you, his amigo, his partner. "How could you?" he had in his mind.

You tried defending yourself and explaining to everyone that you are not a traitor, but nobody listened to you.

Everyone was against your side, so they locked you up, torturing you all this time, without even wanting to hear your words, punishing you for something you hadn't done or even thought of doing.

After months of enduring pain, the truth came to the surface. Alejandro's world fell apart when he found out that you were not the traitor, that you were only helping your team, your amigos... Only helping the Vaqueros.

He looked at you and at your bruised body, your hungry gaze. He kneeled and freed you. He waited for you... he waited for you to attack him, to fight back as he deserved all of it for not even hearing your side. But no, you were frightened by him, scared and traumatized.

He gulped and backed up, his hands and whole body started trembling. He tried looking away. He muttered something and left; he couldn't look at you and what he had done to you.

You were shaking on the ground, crying and trembling. You needed him.