Kal
If Grey thought I was going to sit, quiet and docile, in his kitchen while he went and saved my house and April from the ass-hole with the gun, he was seriously senile. The moment he was out of the kitchen I got up and ran after Grey. As I reached the backdoor he was vaulting himself gracefully over the fence into my backyard. I chased after him and got myself over the fence with less grace, but just as much speed. By the time he'd reached my backdoor I'd caught up. Grey glared at me, but what was he going to do in the middle of a crisis? Argue with me? Instead he told me,
"Stay behind me, Kal. I'm the one with the fucking gun." I nodded mutely and stayed at him back as we walked inside. We could hear the yelling from the kitchen.
"I want my fucking money, you whore!" I flinched slightly and hooked my hand in one of Greyson's back pockets. He reached back momentarily with his left hand, the one not holding the gun, to gently stroke my wrist. Then we were in the living room where April was standing in a skimpy robe and the man was yelling at her, waving the gun around wildly. Kari was up in my room with the door locked, hiding in my closet where I told her to go once I heard the yelling. Greyson switched the gun into both hands and pointed it right at the man.
"I suggest you put the gun down, sir, and we discuss this calmly and rationally." The turned and pointed his gun in our direction. The aim was sloppy. He appeared to be either drunk or high. Greyson pushed my behind him so I was shielded by his broad shoulders. His left hand grabbed my wrist again and he led my hand to his waistband where he had another gun, a nine mm Glock 17. I grabbed it with both hands and hid it behind his back.
"I suggest you put down the gun, kid," the man slurred. Greyson's lips turned up into an amused smile at the word "kid." God, he needed to go back to the fucking loony bin.
"Tell me something, sir," Grey said in a mild voice. "Who do you really think is going to get out the first shot? You, all jacked up on cocaine, or me? Sober and very practiced in gunmanship?" The man seemed to try to work that out, but it didn't seem to be working because he just waved the gun around a bit more and yelled,
"I don't care. This bitch's," he waved the gun at April who muffled a scream, "Pimp owes me for the cocaine I recently gave to him on credit." Pimp? I looked straight at April who was sobbing quietly into her sleeve. Stupid bitch, no wonder she could afford the house. Her pimp probably covered it.
"How much does her pimp owe you?" Greyson asked, ever calm.
"Seven grand."
"If you can wait five minutes I can get that money from my house, just right there." The man shook his head violently.
"No, I want her fucking pimp to look me in the face and give me the fucking money!"
"In other words he owes you more than you're letting on and you have plans to kill him." The man didn't say anything and April, upon realizing Grey's words must be true, screamed. The man turned on her and screamed,
"Shut up, bitch!" pointing the gun.
"Put it down or I WILL shoot," Greyson commanded in a strong voice. The man just jerked his hand again in April's direction. "Now." He didn't put it down, but turned on Grey. Before he could get out a shot, Grey let one loose into his chest, deliberately just short of his heart. Blood poured from the man's chest. I heard a scream and vaguely recognized it as my own before I blacked out.
Grey
Kal passed out behind me, the Glock dropped with a heavy thud on her floor. I picked it up and returned it to the waistband of my jeans. Shit, I hoped Maximus had the Browning registered. I wouldn't be shocked to find he didn't. April was huddled up in a corner, sobbing. I helped her up and into the kitchen all the while shushing her, telling her it was going to be okay. After finding the brandy I poured her a few fingers, shoved the glass in her hand and ordered,
"Go upstairs and get dressed. I'm calling the police. If there's any evidence of you being a prostitute, get rid of it for god's sake. Call your boss and tell him to come pick you up in an hour. The police are going to want to take your statement, so pull. Yourself. Together." She nodded and gave me a teary,
"Okay," then headed up the stairs. Meanwhile, I picked Kalshan up and laid her on the couch. Once that was done I lugged the large man into the bathroom with the phone to my ear, speaking with the woman who answered my call to 9-1-1. Calmly, I explained that a man on cocaine had entered my girlfriend's house with a gun and starting waving it about, threatening her and her mother. I came over with my gun and tried to talk to the man, but he wouldn't listen to reason and threatened me, so I was forced to shoot. It was basically the truth. I hung up and locked the bathroom door.
"Kal?" a small voice called out. I rushed to the stairs where I saw a small, dark headed girl.
"Where's Kal?" she asked in a teary voice. I held my arms open and she rushed down and into them.
"She's resting on the couch. She's okay, Kariana. Don't worry." Kariana, as I had remembered her name was, nodded and put her thumb in her mouth. I doubted Kalshan would approve but I didn't stop her. Her other hand was at shoulder, her arm wrapped around my neck. Her legs held tightly to my waist and I cradled her protectively to my body.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Greyson." She nodded seriously and looked into my eyes with her big, blue ones. So like her sister's.
"My Kari!" April came rushing down and tried to take Kariana from my arms. She clung to my neck and whined,
"Nooo. I wanna stay wit Greyson." I stroked her back gently and whispered into her ear,
"It's okay. I won't let you go. Shh. You're okay." From the living room I heard Kalshan cry out,
"Kari! Kariana, honey!" I rushed in there, April right at my heels. When Kalshan got up and ran to Kari and me I felt as though a thousand pounds had lifted off my chest. She was okay. My Kalshan was okay. She wrapped her arms around Kari and me. I stroked her hair gently from her face. Kariana kissed her older sister's face, but stayed holding on to me. Kalshan turned to her mother.
"This is your fault," she hissed. April looked taken aback.
"My fault?" she asked in a shrill voice. "How is this my fault? I'm a victim here!" Kalshan rolled her eyes. I could hear sirens outside.
"Oh please, mother dearest," she spat. "You, a victim? You're a whore! No wonder you could afford the house. Your pimp buy it for us? Hmm?" April didn't say anything. "Answer me!" Kal yelled. Kariana started crying. I rocked her lightly and held her head to my shoulder.
"Yes," April answered quietly. Just as the door slammed open, Kalshan slapped her mother hard across the face, leaving a large, red welt and a small scratch from her long nails. She turned and shoved past the policeman.
"Miss, miss please come back!" he yelled after her. Kalshan just started running. I put Kari on the couch, telling her I'd be right back for her and chased after Kal, the policeman yelling after me as well.
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Hope you all liked this one! I love it! It's so dramatic. haha.
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