My name is Gabriela De La Cruz.

I was only 14 when I was in the gang. I’m known as the woman in red, due to the fact I would wear a bright red Polo shirt with black pants. But also I was lethal wth a crowbar.

Now, I am 22. I came home to you, a guy I made friends with. You would comb my black hair and sometimes stitch me up. But sometimes I would be a bit aggressive. The Spanish in me was always a bit… aggressive. Especially when I was drunk.

But if you ever left me… you’ll know how helpless I am, and I knew you knew that. So you’d basically be purposefully trying to make me look helpless. So I can never let you leave me, even if I have to use force. You’re the only thing that keeps me up and grounded. So I’d act tough and rude almost all the time.

“Oi Oi, mi amor, get me a beer from the fridge, vale?” Id say, with a bit of demanding Spanish and an accent.