Esai Alvarez II
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❝Don’t ever mistake my silence for weakness. It’ll be the last thing you ever do.❞ ||RP|OC|21+|MDNI|TW|| #MayansMC #SOA #BlueskyRP #Riven
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𝙴𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣 𝙸𝙸

Grandson of Marcus Alvarez. Son of Esai Alvarez. Los Asesinos de Dios. Man of many talents. Learning from my families mistakes.

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Mature Content/Themes.Triggers. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. Violence.

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— my dads best friend. Yet since my dad has been home he’s barely said two words to him.” I shrugged. There was more I could say, but I felt like that was enough for now. “I think he’s just going for a ride to calm down and clear his head. I’m sure he’ll be back.”
— Pedro leave, I sighed a little relieved, but still pissed. “He knows better for one than to do what he did. I know he’s sick, but he milks that shit and tries to use it as an excuse. Today is a rough day for him, not my place to say why, pero he’s not the only one. Plus let’s not forget he was —
— save the day, it was taking all of my restraint not to hit him. He had a bad habit of making situations about him, and disregard the other people involved. Like Nan, she lost a daughter too, but it always seemed like he was the only one allowed to have feelings about it. Once my grandfather made —
I love my uncle, we’re a lot alike, but sometimes I really just want to kick his ass. Especially moments like this. Is today a hard day for him, yes, understandably so, but it’s not all about him either. So when he swept my mom away from my dad and was acting like he was some kind of hero there to —
Dont worry I can keep you plenty warm.
— this shit out. All of it. Belle has a good plan. We just wanna get you back to yourself, ma.” I spoke quietly into her ear, kissing her cheek before stepping back and moving to stand beside my dad. Vinny and Nan walking in a moment later. I’d texted Vinny on our way into the garage.
— Glancing down at the floor, I wanted to throw up. I knew my mom was on a lot of meds, but it looked like there were a handful more since the last time I’d seen her medicine bag. No one person should be on this much shit. Walking over to my mom, I pulled her into a tight hug. “We’re gonna figure —
I didn’t say anything before we stepped in the garage. I merely nodded. I didn’t feel like there was anything else I needed to say. We both wanted to help my mom. The corners of my mouth tugged into a smile seeing my dad with his bike. I’ve wanted to see that shit for so long it was almost surreal.—
“Much better.” Smiles lazily, tightening arm around you to keep you ad close as possible.
Happens to me too sometimes. It’s normal
— before we opened the garage door and kissed her softly. “Thank you for everything you’re doing. I appreciate it more than you know. And I will make it up to you whenever I can however I can.”
“I do trust you. More than I trust pretty much anyone else.” I spoke quietly as we walked to the garage. “I know we’ll figure this out. We’ll get it all sorted out and she’ll be back to normal.” It was true, I trusted her. I didn’t trust many people. Especially not with my moms health. I stopped —
Your replies were fine don’t stress 😘
— the urge down, and slip my arm around her waist. “Let’s go talk to her and see what we can figure out.”
— so fucking sad that we’ve all basically normalized one good, beautiful thing happening, only for it to follow up with a hundred bad immediately after. Shit was enough to make a person crazy. I desperately wanted to light a blunt, but I didn’t want to risk triggering Belle again too, so I force —
“The last eight years haven’t been much more than a shit show. Can’t get much worse.” I sighed, letting myself relax a little when she stood on her toes to kiss me after we stood up. “I know we’ll get her better…” At this point I didn’t know what else to say. It was almost comical if it weren’t —
— taking her off everything to see what is necessary and what isn’t.”
— to the side of her neck. I really couldn’t wait until we had some uninterrupted ‘us’ time. Right now it always seemed like no matter what we did we got interrupted with other shit as soon as we had a few moments to ourselves. “I think talking it over with her and my dad is a good idea and then —
“Mhmm…” I spoke quietly, sighing inwardly. “I know it’s bad, pero I ain’t a doctor so I couldn’t just be like nah don’t take that shit. Nan just wanted to make her better, she panicked I think and just didn’t realize it was all too much. Except I think she is realizing it now.” I pressed a kiss —
— Belle. “She’s not gonna think you’re attacking her, babe. It’s all in how we approach her. And if we have my dad around she’ll be even more calm. Because honestly, I don’t think she needs to be on ninety percent of that shit she’s on. Especially when I feel like sometimes it makes her worse.”
“I know she’s on a lot and the fucking doctors and shit just kept adding more.” I shook my head. “She only eats when I make her eat and even then I gotta like sit and watch her because she doesn’t get hungry so she’ll just toss it.” I closed my eyes for a few seconds, tightening my arms around —
— just with her sickness right now… with everything.” I hated to admit it, but it was true. And hopefully with my dad back things would be a lot easier.
— how stubborn my mom can be. And I think some of the things you’re gonna say, I already know too, pero we do need to talk about them with her and with my dad. And honestly, I’m sure my mom is gonna want Vin involved too. Anytime you wanna talk about it, I’m down. I know she needs help and not —
“There’s no one else I’d trust more with my mom and her health than you, babe.” I smiled, resting my chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, after she was committed she wanted me to be the one in charge. I know why Nan did it, I get it, pero it was hard to watch and I hated every minute of it. I also know —