"Good to see you after a long time."
~+~
J o h n n y
"Why are you so worried?" Annie asks.
"Look, a gang member saw you with me, yesterday." I explain.
"And?" Annie asks.
"That was Hayden. He could tell the leader anything about me, or you, and who knows what could happen to you." I tell her.
"What could happen to me? What about you?" She asks.
"As long as you're fine, I'll be fine too." I reassure.
She walks towards me and buries her head in my chest.
"I know we're not a thing and all but, please." She hugs me. "I can't lose you."
Wait. Is she brain washed?
We're fake dating.
She just likes me as a friend.
Is she feeling okay?
"Annie?" I ask. "Are you okay?"
She pulls away.
"I'm perfectly fine." She stated.
"Nadia knows we aren't really dating." I tell her. "But it seems like she hasn't told Henderson about you yet."
"Is that a good thing?" She asks.
"Actually, it is." I reassure. "But Hayden knows about you and he can tell Henderson at any moment."
~+~
3rd person point of view
Hayden walks down the halls of the house until someone pins him to the wall.
"I've heard you've met the Johnny Orlando again." Ruby says looking at Hayden.
"Yeah, actually." Hayden replied sternly. "Saw him at a party a few days ago."
Ruby unpins him.
"Why the fuck were you at a party?" She asks. "Does Henderson know?"
"Maybe. But I went there because I was bored." Hayden replied. "You know I like going to parties whenever I'm bored. Even if it's at the other side from where I live."
"How is he?" Ruby asks.
"Johnny? Ha! The same, old Orlando." Hayden explains. "Just, got more firm I guess?"
"Bet he's scared of killing people now." Ruby tells Hayden.
"He's too secretive. That can be very hard to tell." Hayden replies.
"You need to tell Henderson about this." Ruby stated before pulling Hayden into Henderson's office.
~+~
J o h n n y
"Oh hey, babe!" Nadia tells me as I walk up to her. "Came to your senses already?"
"Nadia, we need to talk." I state.
"About what?" She asks.
"The gangs." I spoke before walking off to an empty hall, Nadia following behind me.
"Look, you and your gang needs to stop." I started off.
"Stop what? They're only here for revenge." Nadia replies. "Because you killed Henderson's daughter. Who was innocent by the way."
"But it wasn't me who wanted to kill her." I explain. "It was my dad."
"But you chose to kill her. You were the one holding the gun that night. You were the one who shot her. You were the one who agreed to do it. You were the one who made the wrong choice of agreeing with your dad." Nadia replied.
She has a point.
"And it was also partially my fault." Nadia stated. "Sorry to say, but if I never helped you pass your fear of killing people, you would've never killed Millie."
"But I'm not part of my dad's gang anymore." I spoke. "You can't ju-"
"Which made them thought of killing you more." Nadia interrupted. "You'll be gone faster if no one's there to help you."
"Nadia, you can't keep doing this." I warn her.
"Actually, I can. And it was you yourself who made us all end up like this." Nadia explained. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."
She walked off.
Henderson may not know about Annie but he can kill anyone around me.
He'll definitely first kill my loved ones.
Every killer should know that to make your target weak is to kill it's weakness/weaknesses first.
~+~
"Dude, why don't you just tell Annie everything?" Carson asks.
"Nope, it's too dangerous." I reply before taking a shot.
"Lauren told me everything." Carson spoke. "Better get her, for real this time, before she's a goner."
"Oh shit. You know?" I ask him.
"Duh?" Carson replies with this obvious tone.
"I'm killing her-" I state before standing up.
"Hold on! You can't kill my love!" Carson stops me
I pause and look at him, realizing what he had just said.
"You like my sister?" I ask him.
"Surprise, surprise, Orlando." Carson just stated going back to his seat.
"You fucking like my sister?" I ask again.
"Cheers." He says before drinking from his shot glass.
I sit back down.
"Since when?!" I ask, shocked.
"How long have you and Annie been fake dating?" He asks back.
"Nearly 5 months?" I answer.
"Then that's how long." He says before taking another drink.
What a shock.
~+~
It was just me, left in the bar.
Carson left already.
He said he needed to do something.
Now that I know that he likes my sister, I'm now overthinking that the thing he needed to do was something related to my sister.
Great.
I'm now dealing a Nadia situation, a mission to keep Annie safe, keeping myself alive for the next few weeks, taking care of Lauren since dad's been drinking, mostly being abusive to Lauren, and I have school.
You might be thinking, I have to deal with school?
Actually, the principal talked to me and if I don't get my grades up, I'll repeat the whole semester.
And I don't want that.
No shit.
Back to the bar, it was just me, looking around, thinking.
Until someone sits beside me and I look at who it was.
"Good to see you after a long time." He says.
"Henderson." I spoke.
"What brings you here?" He asks.
"Oh nothing." I reply.
This could be it.
I could die at any moment knowing that I have seen Henderson again.
Someone from their gang could kill me right now.
"You know, all I wanted from you was revenge." He softly says. "Sweet, sweet revenge."
"Go ahead." I spoke. "Do what you have to do."
"I was thinking, if I were to kill you, or put you in my gang." He says. "What do you think?"
Why the fuck would he offer me a spot in his gang.
It could be a fucking trap.
"Orlando," he stated. "Thinking, I see."
"What? No! I would never join your gang." I reply.
"Then killing you it is." He says. "But I heard rumors, Orlando."
My heart beats faster.
He fucking knows.
"There's this girl. She might be gone before you know it." He says. "Poor girl. She was innocent. And beautiful."
"You fucking killed someone already?" I ask.
"Oh, no. I haven't. Do you want me to kill someone already?" He asks.
"Do what you have to do Henderson. Just don't put anyone else into this situation." I tell him. "Torture me, kill me if you must."
"Just don't bring anyone else into this. Not even Nadia." I spoke.