The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 10•

He asked me out, begged me to give him a chance but I told him I couldn't do that to him because he was a friend to me and I didn't want to hurt him. He got mad at me and started yelling at me saying that I should just give him a chance because I don't know what I'm missing out, but I just kept telling him I wasn't interested. So that's where I finally pulled his last straw because he pushed me down, trapping me between his body and my bed. I tried to push him off, punching him in the jaw. He was the one who taught me to fight better than what my older brother Jonathan taught me, so I guess he already knew my routine so he grabbed my fist before I could continue hitting him.

He put my hands over my head. I didn't give up without a fight though. I started kicking like crazy and screaming since I knew some of his guys were out there. I knew them, I became friends with them. Not close friends but we were still friends. They came in my room, but instead of helping me out like I thought they would.. they listened to what Andre said and grabbed my legs, holding me down and they tied my hands together. I'm just gonna get to the point. He raped me in my own room, on my bed. After that I left his gang and I told Dylan what happened. Thankfully he was a good friend and backed me up. We tried for months to find a way to get him arrested, even if it meant he didn't get arrested for raping a minor.

Dylan was Andre's right hand man so he made sure not to show any signs that we were still friends and instead made it look like he took Andre's side. After months we finally got him arrested for him personally selling drugs to minors, and for basically being a pimp. He's still in jail for the stuff he did and we made sure that Dylan and I didn't get caught. It was as if we were never in the gang, and since everyone was guilty for helping Andre rape me, they made sure to keep their mouth shuts about Dylan and I. After all of that... I just... changed. I guess you can say all those events were my trigger that made me the person I am today. When I was about 15 I walked into this boxing gym and there was these two guys who kinda tried picking on me, but thankfully Andre, Dylan, and a few girls and guys in Andre's gang taught me how to fight so I took on the guys and basically beat the shit out of them.

After that, the gym became my home, and the owner is those two guys' dad so I grew close to them and their dad. Their dad was like the dad I never really had since mine was never there for me. To this day I still go there. Throughout those 10 years I guess I just grew to have anxiety and depression from all the shit and the bipolar...I don't know, I guess I got it when I joined the gang. That's life though." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I told him basically everything that happened.

"Can I see your arms?" He asks. I sighed and thrusted my arms towards him. He raised the sleeves of my hoodie and saw the cuts on my arm. There were some fresh ones there from a few days ago and he trailed his index and middle finger across the scars that marked a good amount of my arm. He looked at me and said, "Why do you continue?" I shrug. "Makes me feel better, it feels good, it just helps me cope with my situation." He shook his head. I pulled my arm away from his grip and reached into my pocket checking who was calling me.

The caller ID read Natey. I answered and the first thing I heard was, "ASHY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" I had to pull the phone away from my ear. I put a finger up to tell Jordan I'll be a minute. I walked away until I was out of earshot. "I'm at the park why?" "OH I DON'T KNOW? MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I HEARD SOME GIRLS TALKING ABOUT THE INFAMOUS ASHLEY ARROYO IS DATING SOME GUY NAMED JORDAN! IS THIS THE GUY YOU WENT ON A DATE WITH?!" I sighed. "Yeah he's the guy I went on a date with. Listen, you need to calm your tits, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and you KNOW that. I can make the bastard cry if I feel like. So Nathan, please, quit being overprotective for a sec. Be happy that I'm not dating an asshole like Tyler, even though that will NEVER happen at ALL. Plus this guy is good. So after school we talk about how to get Cindy out of the situation?" I ask.