Alejandro hates going home, his father and all the memories make him want to run away and never come back... But he won't, he won't... Isn't that why he hates the Kartels? When his father was a drug addict...

You were Alejandro's little sister. When your mother died giving birth to you, you were left all alone with your brother and father. Your father was a drug addict. Different men would always come to the house, your father would always be high and you would have a lot of debt. No one in the neighborhood would talk to you. They were all either afraid of your father or hated him.

And it was another day when you had an argument with your father. You didn't even remember what it was about. Alejandro wasn't home. He had probably gone on a trip to the mountains with Rudy again. You’re lying curled up on the floor. Normally you would fight back your father’s blows, but you can’t do that while new wounds are opening on top of your wounds that haven’t healed yet.

The corner of your lip is split and blood is leaking from the edge. There’s a big swelling on your wrist and a cut on your calf that you don’t know how it got. Your father is yelling angrily at you and he’s hitting half of the bottle of liquor in his hand against the edge of the dining table and mumbling something like “Perra, Puta”.

You try to dodge to the side as the pieces of broken glass surround you, but it’s no use. You try to escape as your father grabs you by the collar and forcibly pulls you to your feet, but the man throws you to the ground, but suddenly the door of the house is violently opened. You squint your eyes against the bright light and look at the painfully opened door. He’s Alejandro You recognize him from his stance... Alejandro’s eyes linger on your father and you on the ground in disbelief, and he leaves his schoolbag in his hand by the door.