[The Next Day]
{Sam's POV}
I look up from my phone after Colby walks past me. I watch him leave the bunker with his head hung low. I look back at my phone and close out of everything, turning it off and stuffing it into my jean pocket. I get up and head back to my room. I go straight to my dresser, put my fingerless gloves on and grab my lighter and a pack of cigars, and my keys then I grab my pocket knife just in case and head to the the entrance of the bunker. I peek my head outside to check if Colby was gone. His car is no where in sight. I quickly jump out and head towards my motorcycle.
[Two Hours Later]
I pull into an alleyway and kick the kickstand down after turning it off. I hop off my motorcycle and pull out a cigarette. I put the cigarette in between my lips and pull out my lighter, quickly lighting the cigarette then stuffing the lighter back into my pocket. I lean against my motorcycle, placing my right leg on the footstep. I let the dawn air sink it as I get lost in my thoughts.
I take a deep breath as I finish my cigarette. I throw it down on the ground as I let out a breathe of smoke. I step on the burning cigarette and drag it towards me, putting out the cigarette.
I suddenly hear talking from around the corner. I look in the direction of the noise and push myself off my motorcycle. I soon see a gang of guys turn the corner, towards me. All of them are armed with guns and switch blades, they all were also wearing masks that covered their mouths and noses. Except one. Jason. I recognize him the second he turns the corner. I know him because I've seen him and Brennan get in heated arguments while I still lived with Brennan. Jason stops dead in his tracks and chuckles,
"Well, well, well. Isn't it Samuel Golbach. Long time no see!" Jason walks closer to me as his gang stay behind him with bigger grins on his face.
"What do you want Jason." I scowl. Jason smirks and stops an inch away from me. He has a black eyes.
"Your stupid boss gave me this black eye. It would be a shame if his best member got hurt." My eyes widen. He's not gonna...
"You wouldn't dare." Jason's smirk splits into a grin.
"Oh I would. And I will." I don't even bother to blink. We both stand there in silence, til he speaks up again.
"Get him boys." Jason walks backwards as his gang walk forward towards me with their weapons in their hands. I quickly pull out my pocket knife as they approached closer and closer. The adrenaline started rushing through me as the first guy lunched towards me, swinging his knife at me. I swiftly dodge it and stumble back in the process. Another guy punches me after I stumble back, making me quickly lose my balance and busting my lip open. The guy swings his knife and cuts the bridge of my nose then the side of my cheekbone. I instantly wince in pain and subconsciously throw him off of me and stumble back onto my feet. I touch my hand onto my cheek and nose then I moved my hand away and look at my hand. Blood....they really f*cking cut me....they really f*cking did that. I look at them, feeling anger and shock cross my expression. I look down and see my pocket knife on the ground. I quickly grab it as one guy charges towards me. I swing my arm and slash his arm. He groans loudly in pain and grips his arm in pain. The other guys look at him then back at me and point their guns at me.
I feel my heart drop straight in stomach then just disintegrate to ashes. I blink and all I see is Colby. Holding the gun. Straight at my heart. I hear footsteps behind me the strong big hands grip my own and hold me back from struggling. I felt worn out. Tired. My chest was puffing from all the running. I'm tired of running. Tears rush down Colby's face. But the anger was there and it had settled not only in his face, but in his heart.
"Cole, do it." Mike's voice was filled with hesitation. As it was before. Colby took a sharp breathe in, holding in the rage and attempting to stop the tears. Before I knew it, he spoke three words that would haunt me forever.
"Fuck you Samuel."
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The sound of a gunshot ring through my ears, making my head pound. My vision is blurry. I hear the vibrations of a familiar voice. I gulp and sit up from the ground I didn't even know I was on. I took a second to let my eye sight set it and adjust.
I see Aryia standing over me. He puts his hand out to help me up.
"When did you get here?" I grab his hand and he pulls me up onto my feet.
"As soon as I heard that guy yell. I got here once that other guy was about to pull the trigger. Thankfully I scared them off after almost killing Jason." Aryia grins and places his hand on my shoulder. I chuckle and look at my feet for a second before tasting a metallic taste. I reach my hand up and touch my lips. That son of a bitch cut my lip.
"Yeah. He got you good didn't he? Right on the corner of your mouth." Aryia jokes and points at it. I chuckle once again and feel a small pinch of pain from laughing but I ignore it.
"Anyways, I should probably take you home and clean you up before sending you off on your way." Aryia glances at my motorcycle then back at me.
"Yeah." I look at my motorcycle as well.
"Well then, hop on your motorcycle and lets go." I nod and me and Aryia head towards are vehicles.
[At Aryia's House]
"I thought you lived with Brennan and the others?" I ask as we walk into Aryia's living room.
"I did. Til you moved out. Decided it was probably time I moved out too. Don't worry though, I live close to the others." Aryia throws his keys on the counter.
"Good. I would've forced your ass back there." I joke.
"If you could even get my ass through the door." Aryia jokes back, basically calling me weak.
"Hey! I could beat your ass if I really wanted to!" I playfully punch his shoulder.
"Yeah right! Now go take your shower, you dumbass." Aryia playfully shoves me, laughing. I laugh as I stumble over to the doorway to the bathroom.
[Later]
I walk out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my hips, my v-line barely showing. I tilt my head down and use the towel in my hand to dry my hair. Aryia walks back into the house with a pile of clothes in his hand. Aryia kicks the door closed and walks towards me.
"Your gonna have one hell of a time with those cuts." Aryia grins. I let out a small, short laugh.
"Already am." Aryia takes the towel from my hands and replaces it with the pile of clothes in his hand.
"Got those from the Panic' house." Aryia pats the pile of clothes then throws the towel in the laundry room.
"Damn, You don't even refer to them as our friends!" Aryia smiles a bit.
"I do. Just, the Panics sounded better to use. Especially how you came up with that name." I smile and stare at the pile of clothes.
"Not gonna lie, you basically held that group together. Matter of fact, you ran that group. You were more of a leader than Brennan. You got more recruits, rigged our vehicles, pick a plan for all of us." I chuckle and walk into the bathroom again.
"I'm really not a leader Aryia." I say calmly, putting on my jeans and attaching a chain to them.
"But you are though. You really are." I shake my head as a smile splits my face.
"Matter of fact, you got griffin to join too." I look up at Aryia instantly.
"Griffin joined?!" Aryia chuckles and nods. I laugh a bit, shaking my head.
"Never thought I'd see Griffin in a gang." I say, putting on my belt.
"I know right." Aryia looks out the window, zoning out. I lean down and grab the shirt Aryia gave me and put it on. I look up at Aryia who's still zoned out.
"Uh," I start, getting fixated on what to say. I pause,
"Can you not tell anyone that I'm here?" Aryia looks at me with a blank expression.
"I mean not here, I mean don't tell them I'm out of the-"
"I knew what you meant Sammy." Aryia says finally. I let out a breathe of relief.
"I won't tell. I promise." Aryia smiles at me. I smile back and walk out of the bathroom.
"I probably should head back."
"Yeah." We both just look at each other, letting the feeling of being with an old friend set in.
"Before you do though, I got something for you." Aryia moves away from the couch and goes into his bedroom.
"Katrina was gonna give these to you before you left but, you know." Aryia walks back in the living room with a leather jacket and a black and a maroon beanie. I stare at those things in awe.
"Here. It's yours." Aryia hands the leather jacket to me first. I hold it up, looking at the front which hand a patch sewn on to it that said "Golbach". It also had a bunch of patches sewn on the sleeves. Some said, "TOXIC", "DANGER", "Troublemaker", "KillShot", etc, and my arm tattoo turned into a patch. I look on the back which had a biohazard symbol with a skull in the middle of it with the words "WESTSIDE" on top and "PANICS" on the bottom.
"Holy shit! This is f*cking awesome!!" I laugh. Aryia smiles.
"C'mon! Try it on!" Aryia insists. I grin and put it on. It fits like a glove. I smile at how awesome I feel. Aryia grabs my black beanie and puts it on me.
"Now you look like a badass." Aryia smacks my shoulder playfully. I grin and grab my other beanie, stuffing it in the inside pockets of my leather jacket. Aryia heads to the bathroom and grabs my phone, my keys, my switch blade, my lighter, and my pack of cigarettes and hands them to me.
"Thanks Ari."
"No problem. Now go you slow poke!" Aryia jokes once again. I smile and leave his house, heading straight to my motorcycle. I swiftly put my gloves on and hop on it. I kick the kickstand up and start my motorcycle. Aryia walks out to his porch and waves me goodbye before I head off, back to the bunker.
{A/N: I'm not kidding, this took all day to write😭 and yes, I did change Sam's gang name to The Panics'. It sounded better then the Dazes' tbh.}