Living With A Gang

Chapter 9)

*Lyric's P.O.V.*

I pursed my lips as Tristan and I walked along the pathway, back to home. I didn't quite realise how far I had come until I had to walk back home. 

"Why did you follow me?" I asked him, raising my gaze from the floor up to him. I watched as he jumped slightly in fright, not expecting me to speak. I couldn't help but grin, trying not to laugh. He narrowed his eyes at me and placed his larger pointer finger on my lips, quietening me. 

"I didn't quite appreciate being called a monster," he said lowly with a dangerous spark in his eye. But unlike Rowan, I didn't feel threatened by it. It only made Tristan look more attractive and more appealing. 

"I don't really appreciate killing but you know, to each their own," I grumbled and pushed his hand away, raising an eyebrow at him when a grumpy pout formed on his lips. 

"Besides, it was the spur of the moment, Mr. Macho," I hummed softly, giving my arm a few itches. I forgot about my arm. 

Tristan's eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me, his head tilted a little. I nearly cooed out loud. He looked so adorable. 

"Mr. Macho?" He questioned. I shrugged my shoulders once again, my arms dangling beside me. 

"I'm trying to think of a new nickname for you. You made one up for me, so why can't I have one for you?" I queried.

I was quite taken back when I saw him smirk, his blazing blue eyes glancing down at me. I feel short. 

"Nickname for you? I distinctly remember you telling me that your name was Lyric and that was all you wanted me to call you. Which means I cannot name by you if I can't have a nickname for you," he explained; his smirk getting wider. I narrowed my eyes into slits, grunting softly. 

"What about Tris? Sounds girly enough, like you." This time, it was my time to smirk. His was immediately wiped off his face, and his face blazed in embarrassment. 

"No. Just Tristan," he grumbled. I let out a laugh and covered my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. I was meant to hate the guy and this is what he does to me? Make me laugh? This isn't good. Lyric, you need to get your act together. 

I was abruptly cut off from my laughing when his fingers laced with mine and instantly pulled me closer to him. I let out a noise of protest and pushed at his arm, trying to pull my hand out of his; attempting to pry his fingers away. Key word: attempting. 

I went to open my mouth to say something when a frown was formed on my lips due to his facial expression. It was cold and icy; as were his eyes. I followed his gaze and just saw a group of guys. Nothing out of the ordinary. What was Tristan's problem? 

"Hey, Tris, what's your problem?" I whispered harshly. Why I whispered, I don't know. I felt like it was a whisper moment, you know? 

He didn't answer but the squeeze of his hand was enough to shut me up. I looked where he was looking again and slowly started to realise why he wanted me to keep quiet and close to him. These boys weren't as ordinary as I thought them to be. They had tattoos, leather jackets, perfectly styled messy hair, tight but not too tight jeans. They kind of reminded me of Rowan. 

That was when it clicked. They were Rowan's friends. I slowly hid a little bit of my body behind Tristan's and I felt his back muscles clenching. 

"Smokey, what are you doing here?" Tristan basically growled out. I frowned at the name. Who on earth would name their child 'Smokey'? But as this so called Smokey came closer, I realised why. His hair was a smokey colour. He did not look like a teenager. He looked to be in about his fifties? And his eyes were a grey sort of colour. 

But soon enough, those grey eyes were instantly on me. I swallowed slightly and keep my posture straight. Smokey's eyes slowly trailed down to mine and Tristan's locked hands and a highly threatening smirk appeared. 

"Ah, so the smaller boss was right," Smokey let out a small laugh - sort of like a disbelief laugh. Wait, what? Smaller boss? I opened my mouth to ask what he meant but then realised that this situation probably isn't the best place to ask. 

"Got a new bird, eh?" Smokey continued. Okay, no. I am not a bird. I'm a human. Well, I was the last time I checked. 

"Does she know? I don't think she does, by the confused looks we're receiving," Smokey chuckled lowly. I snapped. 

"Just for your information, I am not a bird. I am quite definitely a human. And know what? That Tristan knows more about me than you do?" I said lowly, my own brown eyes narrowing. Smokey and the rest of his gang of friends or whatever, looked quite startled to say the least. 

"Little mouse, now would be good time to shut that mouth of yours," Tristan hissed in my ear. I blushed faintly and placed my hand on his face. He growled and pushed my hand away. 

"Now, you and your little gang can turn around and go tell your 'smaller boss' that you've basically messed with someone whom you shouldn't have, okay?" I grinned the biggest fake grin I could muster. 

But this time, Smokey and his friends didn't look so startled anymore. In fact, they smirked quite dangerously. I whimpered slightly and gripped the back of Tristan's shirt. 

"Hm. I'm not quite sure she knows, even though she did call us a gang. But then again, that word gets thrown around quite a lot lately, don't it?" He chuckled before turning around and walking back in the direction he and his friends came. 

I blinked a few times and stared at them as they walked. Gang? Boss? Know? Knowing what? What am I meant to know? 

I let out a small shriek of fright when I saw Smokey right in front of my eyes. I widened them and Tristan let out a threatening growl, standing right in front of me. 

"Stay away from her," he threatened. Smokey let out a villainous laugh and shook his head. 

"Don't you understand, Little Lindsey? Didn't Rowan tell you? And her? She is already involved," he spat out, all signs of laughter leaving his face. 

"How's your family?" Smokey said softly but in a menacing tone. This time, it was time for me to be startled and taken back. How dare he say something like that to Tristan? Was there something I didn't know? Well, obviously there was. 

My brown eyes widened when I raised them and realised he was talking to me. Me. I stared at him for a few seconds before they widened even more. Tristan doesn't know. How the hell does he know? 

One of the teenage boys coughed and my eyes flickered over to them. I zeroed in on them and just stared at him. He had light hazel eyes were on mine, his brown hair tousled. I couldn't help but stare at him. It can't be him. The person I'm thinking of has dark brown eyes. And is not this fit. 

Hazel guy had an emotion I couldn't decipher and that was when I noticed his eyes tear up. I frowned deeply. 

"S-Spencer?" I whispered, letting out a small scream when Tristan's arm was wrapped around my waist, preventing me from running to this so called Spencer. The one who abandoned me. The one who left me where I am. 

I teared up, scratching at Tristan's arms, momentarily forgetting about my baby. 'Spencer' and everyone else turned around, continuing to walk. I saw someone move their hand from 'Spencer's' back and frowned when something glistened in the sun? Did someone- No, they couldn't have. 

"Did someone just have a gun to 'Spencer's' back?" I whispered to no one. I lay limp in Tristan's arm and watched as this little gang thing walked off. Just as I was turn to walk into the house, 'Spencer' turn his head around slightly. I looked down at his hands, which were behind his back, and saw him lace them together, wriggling three of them at the same time. It might've looked stupid to anyone else, but to me, it made me gasp and fall to the ground. 

"Spencer!" I screamed out but he didn't turn around. He just left me. Sitting there. With this family I don't even know. I don't know how many times I screamed his name, before I blacked out.