You have been warned that this chapter was not edited and that povs will be changing too.
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Joclyn's POV:
I anxiously stood there waiting for my punishment. I grabbed my hands to control all the shaking. I was absolutely terrified. Even though it's been 13 years, Jeffery hasn't failed to surprise me with all of his horrendous ideas. Whether it's taping my eyes open so I can't blink to pouring salt and alcohol on my wounds, they all left me writhing in pain, begging for unconsciousness.
Jeffery walked back and forth, taunting me, making the fear rise to new levels.
"What did I tell you?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice. The shaking increased.
"Umm, y-you said n-not to meet him and s-stay away from him," I said stuttering.
" And what did you do?" He asked, his voice getting deeper with each word and filled with malicious.
"I-I went in h-his path and b-bumped into him," I said weakly. Suddenly, I felt a stinging on my cheek and my head being flung to the side.
"Exactly, you little b*tch! You did everything I told you not to! Why can't you f*cking listen to me!" He roared. He punched me in the gut twice and then kicked my legs. I fell hitting my head on the edge of the counter, but that didn't stop him. I could feel the thick, red substance dripping down my face and onto the kitchen counter.
He kept kicking me over and over again until I was sure I had broken all of my ribs. At least it felt like it. He suddenly stopped. This didn't mean that it was over and I could leave. No this was just the first level.
I saw as he got a kitchen knife and put it over the flame, created by the stove. Oh god. I knew this was going to hurt. After 20 seconds, he removed the knife. He looked at me with dark amusement. His sickly laugh bounced off the walls and traveled throughout the hallways. Fortunately for him, no one was home. He slowly walked up to me with the burning knife in his hand, spinning it to taunt me and to make me fear him more. When he got close enough, he raised the knife and stabbed it into my thigh. I screamed as the pain coursed through. I don't know if it was the burning object or being stabbed, but it hurt like crazy. Tears streamed down my face and onto the floor, mixing in with my blood. Guess I have to clean that, too.
He finally gave me some mercy (which is hard to believe) and took the knife out. He proceeded to throw it in the trash can and walk away with a satisfied smirk on his face. Jeffery opened the front door and then slammed it shut. He probably went to the bar to gamble and play poker.
Once I knew he was officially gone, I got up, still weak from the beatings, and limped to the bathroom. There I looked down at my wound to see it pouring out blood and blisters coating around it. The good thing about being smart is that I knew how to tend this without dying.
After I dressed my head and thigh wound, I limped back into the kitchen to clean the bloody mess on the floor. Afterwards, I made lunch and walked up the stairs with great difficulty. I hope that this won't hurt too much for school tomorrow.
I got under my ratty quilt and allowed darkness to take me in its arms.
Grayson's POV:
My knuckles burned with pain as I pummeled the punching bag, but I could care less. I was used to the pain. We had just moved back into our old town. By we, I mean my parents, my gang members, and me.
Yes, I am a gang leader and that to one of the strongest ones. I can't take the credit for it because we wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for my parents.
Now I sound like I'm giving a Ms. America speech.
I stopped beating up the punching bag and walked over to the shower to clean off all the sweat. I looked down at my knuckles to see them all battered up.
D*mn it
I looked around to find a spare first aid kit when my eyes fell upon it next to the radio that was currently blasting some pop song.
I didn't know where everything was yet, even though this was my own gym. Being a gang leader sure has its perks like being loaded and having everyone fear you.
As I finished bandaging up my knuckles, one of the butlers came down the stairs.
"Sir, there is this lady by the name of Jennifer Goodling here asking for your presence." He said in his southern drawl. Jennifer isn't in my gang, but the only reason I keep her around is because she is my f*ck buddy. Yeah, I'm a player.
"Tell her I'll be right there," I said turning the other way to clean up the bandage wrappers. I don't understand why she couldn't just come down here herself. She literally lives here. Her parents are only in this gang because they're related to my parent's best friends. I don't even know why they're here, but I can't do anything about it.
When I finished cleaning up, I walked up the stairs to see Jennifer in her usual outfits. The cliché tight crop tops showing off her breasts, her short skirts ending just below her butt, and her 6-inch heels with her face caked with makeup. When she noticed me, she started twirling her hair and push down her shirt as if it could go any lower. Normally, I would like it, but I wasn't in the mood today.
I heard that when we left, a new gang came in led by a guy named Jeffery Kallus.
"What do you want?" I asked in a bored tone. "I'm busy."
"Well, I thought you could take a break and we could do something," she said trying to sound sexy, but I'm in business mode. Right now I thought she looked retarded. Growing impatient, I pushed her aside and stomped to my car.
I already knew where Jeffery's office was. When I parked the car, I was surprised to find that it was an orphanage. It was a nice disguise, but I knew that he lived here. I walked up the steep stairs and knocked on the door since the doorbell was broken. After about a minute of waiting, the door finally opened. Out came a muscled man with blonde hair and brown eyes that were bloodshot red at the time. My face contorted in disgust as I smelled what seemed to be cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat.
"What do yo-," he was about to ask, but I just pushed him out of the way and entered. Inside was when he finally noticed who I really was. He tried to keep his face neutral, but I saw the fear slipping through.
The orphanage looked pretty nice at first glance, but I could see holes in the walls and light brown carpet ripping from the seams. He led me to what looked like a living room and motioned for me to take a seat and then sat down himself.
"What are you doing here?" He asked in a bored tone. His voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Not a pretty sound.
Already put out with his tone, I answered, " Since you already know I'm the leader of the Silver Vipers, I don't need to tell you anything. Just leave with your gang and I don't want to see you again." I said in a deadly tone. This time he didn't bother to conceal his fear.
Just when he was about to talk, we heard footsteps from outside coming up the stairs.
"Excuse me please," Jeffery said with anger hinting in it.
Five minutes later, he still didn't come so I got up to investigate what was going on. I wasn't paying attention when a small warm body bumped into mine. My reflexes kicked in and my arms automatically went to go wrap around the person's small waist.
I looked down to see the most adorable thing ever. It was a small girl. She looked to be about 17, but her height was 5'2" ish. Her cute button nose was scrunched up and her eyes tightly closed. She had soft curly hair that flowed down to her waist. Her small hands were holding my shirt tightly, but I didn't mind. Her eyes opened and I saw the most beautiful green orbs ever. To make her look even cuter, her checks turned into an adorable pink color. She tried to stand up which resulted in her bumping into my chest. I chuckled at her when her cheeks turned a darker red color.
She looked down at her sneakers and said in the sweetest voice "Um.. c-can you please r-remove your hands?" I reluctantly removed my arms from her small waist and allowed her to step back even though every cell in me was telling me to take her back.
Wait! I'm a vicious gang leader! I don't call things cute and adorable.
In that time, she moved towards the stairs after whispering a quiet thank you. I was going to say you're welcome, but Jeffery called me. I heard her tiny footsteps grow less and less until they stopped and a door was opened. I looked ahead of me to see Jeffery looking angry. I guess he saw our interaction.
I then realized that she must have been an orphan to live here.
Nice job Sherlock.
I followed him back to the living room where we discussed what was going to happen. After we were done I shook his grimy hand and walked back to the front door. As I was walking, I saw a pink pencil case on the floor. It was ripped and covered in doodles. I had a feeling it was hers since she was the only person I saw. On the corner of the pencil case, it said the words "Joclyn Woods".
So that was her name, I thought. It suited her.
I walked up the stairs and saw a hall of doors. Some of them were opened and I saw that they were in good condition.
That's good. She won't have a bad room unlike the rest of the house.
Finally, I reached a door in the corner with Joclyn's name on it so I timidly knocked on it, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything. I heard her feet padding on the wood floor and then the door opened.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Her room was horrible. The bed wouldn't even be called a bed, her window was broken and covered with a soggy piece of cardboard, the closet was missing a door, and the worst was her. Her arms were full of bruises and scars. Some new while others old. I quickly turned my face expressionless and looked down at her. I handed Joclyn her pencil case and left, but I didn't miss the small blush on her face. I stomped down the stairs and went through the door, slamming it shut. I don't know why, but I was angry. Was she being abused? Were those self-inflicted scars? Was she being bullied? All of these thoughts clouded my headed and each one of them punctured my heart more. We haven't even had a conversation and she was already flooding my thoughts.
I realized that we probably go to the same school. Thank god. I don't know why it hurt me when I thought of never seeing her again.
There it is! The third chapter. Should I add more Grayson povs or should I stick with Joclyn's. I'll probably edit the story after I finish it so sorry for any mistakes!
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