Can The Possessive Gang Member Save Me?

CHAPTER ONE.

  Pushing open the doors that led me to hell AKA School I walked over to my locker half an hour late. Why? Because I had to sort my Mum out, she's a very messy drunk. 

  Pressing the buttons '1598'  I pulled my locker open and stuffed my books in there. I can't be asked carrying them around all day, they weigh more than Fat Joe and trust me he's fat! As I went to close my locker a note fell down, next to my feet. Bending down, I picked it up and my eyes clouded over with fear as I read from the lined paper;

   'How's your Mum doing? She wouldn't stop drinking yesterday, she was flirting with one of my Men as well. A real sight to see! Just wanted to warn you little one; You better watch your back now that Alex isn't here.' 

  'You better watch your back now that Alex isn't here.' This sentence ran through my mind as I made my way to Maths. I knew they were going to come for me but after waiting for a few Months I came to the conclusion that they had forgotten but I should have known better; Gangs don't forget, they don't stop until they get their revenge. They never do. They won't stop until me and my mum are dead. 

  They've already began stalking us.

  Looking around I realised that any of these pupils, sat in the classrooms, could be part of the Gang that wanted revenge. I can't trust no one. Even my friends could be part of it. 

  You need to act normal - The voice in the back of my head muttered. 

  Taking a deep breath I knocked on the grey door before pushing it open. Twenty four pairs of eyes turned my way making my heart beat faster. 

  "Why are you late Miss May?" Mr Brian, the strict old Maths teacher, asked.

  "I missed my bus" I was tipping alcohol down the drain so my Mum wouldn't drink it.  

  "Well make sure this doesn't happen again or I'll have to give you an after School detention. Now go to your place" Mr Brian glared, turning back to the board. 

  Putting my head down I walked to the back of the Classroom, turned left and sat down onto the blue uncomfortable chair next to the window. 

  I heard what Mr Brian said but it just went through one ear and out of the other as my thoughts were elsewhere. My head was in a place that no seventeen year old's head should be at. It was in a world worrying about my mum's and my own Death. Would they make it quick or would they torture us like they did to —

  I was snapped out of my thoughts as the deafening ring of the bell was heard throughout the whole School. Picking up my Maths book, which I hadn't even looked at, I placed it in my black messenger bag and walked down the two steps and out of the door leading me into the hallways, squashed against other kids walking to their next lesson. 

  I don't see any of my friends until break and Lunch, which I used to moan about but now I'm thankful for it as I want to be left on my own. I can't be bothered with talking. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry until no tears are left in my eyes. 

  Exactly three minutes later I was standing in front of my locker which is located in the only hallway which is silent right now as everyone has their books with them already. 

  Placing my Maths book into my locker I took out my English one and stuffed it into my bag. Normally I would have stuffed both my Maths and English books in but today I wanted to have a bit of peace and quiet before going to another crowded place. 

  Lost in my own thoughts I didn't react as somebody pulled me into the small cleaners equipment room. Before I could even think of letting out a high pitched scream a hand made its way onto my mouth. 

  Wow, I didn't think they were going to kill me this quick, I heard that they scared their victims first. But why would they kill me in School where there are loads of Adults present and a community Police Officer?

  Confused and scared, I looked up and saw the bad boy of the school. The boy girl's crave for but he pays them no attention. The boy who the teacher's are scared of. Francisco Miguel. 

  "I heard you got yourself into a little trouble Elissa?' he smirked. 

  I loved the way his name just rolled of my tongue but I can't get caught up with him. His Gang is worse than the Gang that want revenge! 

  "What's it to you?" I shot back, feeling proud as I noticed that I didn't tremble in the slightest when I said that, even if on the inside I was shaking like a leaf. 

  "Nothing but I've heard of the Gang that want revenge on you" I noticed the way his jaw clenched as he talked about the other gang, he must have bad blood with them. Wait! How the hell did he know— "and I can protect you and your mum from them"

  "Who says we need protection?" I asked, ignoring his thumb which was brushing my cheek. 

  "Don't kid yourself. Those motherfuckers won't hesitate to kill you" he replied with a hint of anger behind his words.

  "Give me one good reason why I should say 'Yes' to you." 

  "Porque yo no quiero que termine como alguien que conozco" his lips curved upwards into a small smirk as he replied in bloody Spanish.

  "But I don't understand—" 

  He cut me of "You said one good reason, you never said what language, I answered your question. Now before answering mine just bear in mind that if those culero's catch you they'll probably torture you until your begging them to kill you which they will after they've broken every single bone in your body"

  My bottom lip trembled as I heard what he said.

  This is what he must have gone through. His last hours were probably spent in an enormous amount of pain. 

  Then I thought about my mum. As much as I hate what she does I can never hate her. She used to be the best mum, always there whenever we needed her but I guess its natural for her to be the way she is after all the bull she's gone through but I still wish she had stayed strong and not turned into an alcoholic. 

  If the Gang find her they'll probably kill her. She won't even be able to defend herself. I can't let that happen to her. 

  "Okay" I tried to make my voice strong but it came out as a weak whisper. 

  "I just have three simple rules you have to follow" he said, smiling softly. Wow, today is the first time I've seen him smile like this and trust me when I say this, he looks like a freaking model. "Número Uno, you belong to me. Dos, you must do what ever I tell you to and the most important one, If anyone sends you threaths or anything like that you have to tell me immediately."

  "I thought they were going to be much worse than that" I mumbled, breathing in his masculine smell. 

  He half smiled at my comment "Don't worry about a thing" he whispered, leaning forward. 

  Over the next 3 seconds his lips made their way onto my neck. I inwardly shivered as his soft lips touched my s— Wait what? Francisco Miguel is kissing me! 

  I kicked him, stamped on his foot and even tried pushing his head away but he carried on sucking and licking my neck, creating a hickey. I'm not going to lie, it took me allot of willpower to not relax and just let him do what ever he wanted. 

  "There. Now you've got my mark. I'll be seeing you real soon" he whispered before softly kissing 'his' mark and just as I blinked the door to the Cleaners equipment room was closing. 

  What. The. Hell. Just. Happened. ?!  

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['m sorry if some of the words/phrases in Spanish don't make sense...I used Google Translate. Please let me know how I can correct the phrases if they are wrong :]]