(Edited: 27th, April 2018)
He had hardly changed in the year that I hadn't seen him. He had brown curly hair, that hung just above his eyes, with pretty hazel eyes. He was overly tall, but he didn't look short. He looked great.
I was still smiling as his face dropped. He looked around frantically and pulled me close.
"You know Adam's here right?" He said worriedly.
I instantly froze, my mind conjuring images of the looming interaction.
"I have to go, i'll see you later, okay?" I said quickly.
"Okay, be safe. I don't know where he went, so hurry back to your dates."
I ignored his last comment and turned back around. I spotted the boys talking to a couple business looking men and made a bee line for them.
I made it to them slightly out of breath from almost running just so I didn't have to see Adam.
"Are you okay?" Kyle asked.
"Adam." I said simply. He tensed and looked behind me, his gaze flicking about.
"Where?" He asked, his voice slightly deeper.
"I don't know, but I saw Ryan and he said Adam's here." I said, too afraid to look for him
Kyle pulled me to his side as I rested my head against his chest, smelling his cologne. The man Zamon was talking to gestured to me
"So this is the infamous Rebecca Robinson?" He asked Zamon, eyeing me. I stood up straight.
"Yes I am." I answered strongly.
A couple of the men stopped to stare at me. Does everyone know who I am?
"You're good at hiding."He said, but it didn't sound like a compliment.
"I know." I answered shortly, ignoring Zamon's warning glare.
The man stared at me for a while, like the men with him.
"Where is your gang situated?" I asked him.
"Boise, Idaho."I tried to hold in my smirk, but I totally failed.
"What?"Zamon asked, tense.
"I was there for over 3 months."
The man's eyes widened as his jaw tensed in anger. He didn't know I was in his turf. I smiled as the other men laughed at him.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here boys." I froze as my eyes met Kyle's. I blinked away the memories of that night and slowly turned around to face him.
"Adam." I spat venomously, stepping back into Kyle.
"Hey sugar, how've you been?. You look better since the last time I saw you, considering you're supposed to be dead. Isn't she Ryan?" He asked Ryan angrily, who stood behind him.Ryan's eyes were drawn to the floor as he slowly nodded.
"Fuck off Adam, and leave Ryan out of this." He looked amused at my outburst.
"You were never this feisty while you were on the floor under me. Actually, it looked like you enjoyed it, you didn't even put up a fight." He said smugly.
I had never felt so angry in my entire life. My hatred for the man standing in front of me was 100 times than when I first met Zamon. My eyes watered from my fury.
"You wanna see a fight you cunt, then I'll fight." I said, throwing his words back at him.
I stepped closer and raised my fist. Zamon quickly grabbed my arm, and leant down to whisper in my ear;"If you do this now, if you kill him, you will most likely start a gun fight, and we can't have that." He finished.
He said kill, not seriously hurt. I nodded, still staring at Adam who was smirking.
Zamon cautiously let my arm go, and that was all I needed to pull my arm back and send it flying towards Adams face.
The punch sent him stumbling back a couple steps, so I used that to bring my leg up and kick him in the chest with my heel. He looked murderous. He charged toward me, his fist raised. I was frozen, my mind replaying that night. I blinked and turned at the last second, my leg tripping him. My mind assaulted me with the events of that night, as my breathing began to get harsher.
I kicked him through my teary vision. He shuffled back on his elbows, his eyes wide.
"Get up, you coward! You wanted a fight, so don't run away!" I shouted, unable to describe my anger.
He slowly rose to his feet and faced me, reaching into his suit jacket as he did so. His hand brandished a sharp knife, long and pointed. I started laughing like a maniac, which caused him to take a step back.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" I asked rhetorically.
I pulled my gun out of the holster and aimed it at him. He froze and dropped the knife, eyeing the barrel of the gun. I heard multiple clicks and I glanced out the corner of my eyes to see half the men pointing guns at me, and the other half at Adam.
"On your knees." I said to Adam, my voice shaking
He followed my order and slowly sunk to his knees. I raised my gun at him and clicked the safety off.
"Rebecca, don't do this, don't kill him." I heard Zamon whisper in my ear, his front pressed against me.
"I'm making sure he can never do what he did to me, to any other girl." my voice was strong and steady.
"By killing him?" Zamon asked, sounding shocked.
"No " I said quickly before pulling the trigger.
The sound of the gun reverberated through the silent ballroom, which was quickly filled by Adams screams of agony, which could almost shatter glass.
A lot of the males in the room instantly covered their crotch, and sucked air through their teeth at the sight of what I'd just done. I had shot Adam right in the crotch, blood seeping out if the whole in his pants.
"You're a crazy bitch." I heard a man shout from the crowd.
I turned towards the voice, and found him staring at me in disgust. He met my cold stare, and immediately shrunk back into the crowd.
I dropped my gun on the floor, then turned and calmly walked through the parted crowd and up the stairs, out the doors.
I stood shivering in the cold, catching my breath as I hiccuped, trying my hardest not to break down . I heard footsteps and turned to see Kyle hurrying towards me. He caught me as I fell, sobbing in his arms.
He rubbed my back as I cried until my tears stopped flowing and my breathing returned to normal. I pulled away, keeping my head down, ashamed of my tears as I rubbed the remaining tears away.
After a minute I felt his hand under my chin, pulling my head up to look at him. I stared into his blue eyes as they softened. My eyes flicked to his lips and back up as his eyes widened. Then everything melted away as I pushed forward, kissing him.
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Running from the gangAction
In life, we do things we regret, or that we wish we could wipe from our memory forever. At the age of 15, I didn't think I'd regret anything until I was an adult. I considered myself care free. I lived life one day at a time. Well, as much as a 15 y...