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Chapter Eight | WelcomeXFriend

Things were very odd from the moment I walked in the door so I'll start there.

I was relieved to finally be back to a place that felt oddly like home.

Clearly they were happy as well because as I opened the door I heard loud pops of confetti blasters and nearly had a heart attack.

I clutched my chest and leaned against the door frame.

"Chica are you okay?" Antonio asked rushing to my side.

"Sudden loud noises," I breathed heavily, "not a fan."

"Me either remind me of the war." Gilbert said seriously.

I arched a brow "what War?" I asked.

Francis and Antonio looked at him with slight annoyance. Gilbert shifted awkwardly "oh you know...all of them?" He replied.

Francis rolled his eyes and I walked over to hug Gilbert who picked me up in a bear hug.

"Ow Gilbert careful, I got stabbed there." I scolded and he nearly dropped me.

"Ah- so sorry!" He stuttered.

I stretched my back again, the spot was too sore to rub and probably not a good idea to do so anyways.

"Can we see?" Francis asked worriedly.

I'm not one to show skin obviously but this was a stab wound not sexual in any manner so I lifted my shirt up just barely and Francis crouched down to inspect it.

His hand hovered over the stitched area as if he wanted to touch it, make it go away. He frowned remorsefully.

"Don't sweat it man, not the first time, probably not the last." I laughed and they only looked more worried. "This is unfortunately, conveniently, the same place I got slashed in my knife fight in Mexico so the scars aren't so spread out."

"Vhat the fuck is wrong with you?" Gilbert asked exasperatedly.

"IDK man it's just my luck."

"Stick with us and this will be the last time. We aren't letting you out of our sight Chica." Antonio said with a concentrated look at the wound Francis was still staring at.

"Come on guys it fine, it's just a stab wound. First time my brother got stabbed he was only like eleven."

"What's wrong with your family?" Antonio exclaimed.

"Vhere the hell did you grow up, the streets?" Gilbert asked.

"Nah, it was a pretty nice neighborhood. Granted one neighbor had a wall of guns, one had like seven daughters, one were drug dealers and the ones right beside us had demon sons and a witch for a mom."

"...okay then..." Antonio reacted in confusion, not expecting that answer.

"Well who the hell stabbed your brother?" Gilbert asked.

"Oh- his best friend."

"What!?" The three said together.

"Yeah...had I been there his friend would be six feet under." I muttered. I was slightly entertained by their confusion and shock of my childhood story and that's not even the worst one.

"Guter Herr." Gilbert sighed.

I let go of my shirt and Francis seemed to be snapped out of whatever trance the stitches put him under.

"Has the man that did this to you been caught?" Francis asked.

"No."

"Good."