Escobar drove home in my Porsche Cayenne after a long day at the hospital. When I arrived home, I instantly smelled my wife 's Menudo Rojo cooking. “Hello Juan, why so late tonight? It 's almost nine.” my wife asked and handed me a glass of red wine. “I had a couple errands to run,” I replied. I knew I couldn 't keep lying to her about what I did after work. With a sense of guilt coursing through me, I continued over to my glass dining table and took a seat. She walked over with my meal and set it down in front of me. She sat down on the other side of the table. “María…..” I trailed off. “Yes?” The sound of glass shattering cut her off mid sentence, I bolted over to the sound. I ran across my kitchen and I saw out of the corner of my eye a bat swing and knock me unconscious. I was going in and out of consciousness barely seeing beside me. I realized María was beside me. I instantly struggled and tried to break free, but was …show more content…
I instantly started to panic and banged on the roof of wherever I was. T,o my surprise it flew open and I sat up to notice I was in the trunk of a car in the back alley somewhere in the middle of Mexico. I got up out of the trunk and walked down the street into a sketchy building and everyone gave me a weird glare. I ran into the bathroom and looked at my face. I was bleeding badly out of the right corner of my cheek and had bumps and bruises all over my face. The birthmark on my forehead that once stood out, now blended in with the blood and bruises on my face. I broke down in tears and sat down on the floor, I didn 't know what to do. I lost my wife and I had to get one and a half million pesos in 3 days. Now instead of sadness, I felt shear anger. I ran out of the building shoving anyone in my way, I heard lots of curses and yells but nothing fazed me. I kept running into the city centre to try and find my way to my cousin 's