C H A P T E R 1- ENVY

 

 

Heyyy!" screams voiced out as several gunshots rang out at the corner store, like always this wasn't new to me. I sigh in disgust at my father's men that were busy playing poker and drinking Champagne, under Raphael's orders to watch over me and protect me from our rivals; The Angels. I was Rosaline, Jocelyn De los Reyes, and I wanted to be taken out by a lot of gangs. I look at them hopefully the extra shit I dumped in there drinks would make them forget about today, I needed time alone to think of the badass choice I was going to make. My eyes met Luis's gray ones and even though he was relaxed, didn't seem to trust me one bit. Luis and everybody knew I didn't follow the rules or even try to stay on their good sides. I was known as the 'stubborn bitch.'

"Rosaline don't even think about leaving," he hissed. As if he knew I was up to something. Luis was always the one ruining my fun.

I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him,"If you ever even let me do anything.."

He growled, Luis was very short-tempered like me." Little girl you most of the time get away with things, go to your room."

"No." It was my father's fucking trap and I didn't have to listen to him. Luis was also not my fucking father he was like 20. Quickly already on his feet he grabbed me roughly and I held my ground and when I say that I was not going to move. And he knew it too, " Come on, Rosaline. Now."

I look up and glare, ' I said no. Now leave me the-"

I didn't have time to finish my sentence because he grabbed me firmly from the waist and had me over his shoulder."I'm fucking serious Luis let.me.go."

He ignored me, he did everytime I warned him and boy did he pay for it. We reached the room I slept in when I was forced to stay with Luis and the others. He dropped me hard with a thud, my arm goes back and before I know I'm doing it my fist connects with his face. "Ooops ! Bad reflex. Hopes it looks good with all those other bruises on your fucking face." I sneer.

"Stay in your fucking room. You little bitch. Don't even fucking think about sneaking out. Raphael is doing a deal tonight, he's going to kill my ass if he knows you snuck out. " He growled standing over me looking intimidating his glare could cut through glass. I was scared if he would put his hands on me, I would never admit it though. Because if he hit me he would know I would not hesitate to tell Raphael. "I mean it.If I catch you, you know the rules your father gave I won't be fucking nice either." I gulp but keep quiet, as Luis turned away to leave.

I finally called out, "I never play nice. Just look at yourself in the mirror and we'll see."

"Karma is going to get you bitch. Your own fucking mouth gets you in trouble pendeja." He slammed the door roughly and I was already getting ready for later... It dealt with The Angel's club and a point I was going to prove to my father. Even, if it risked getting my ass killed.

 

 

Soo I changed the story around a bit hope you like this one better

C H A P T E R 2- LIFE

 

I walk down the darken street with the cool air blowing my now sweaty face, it wasn't that quiet. I check over my shoulder it was never safe, not during the day, but especially at night. I was also alone I didn't dare blast my music it in my ears it would distract me from my surroundings. A rough looking man nodded at me and gestured at the little bags filled of white powder.

I shook my head, " got that Loud ?' I asked.

"150$ 20 grams."  Ahhh hell naw I could get 20 grams from people I knew for like 80$.

"I'm Gucci." I walk slowly away and encounter with a group of teenage boys, they weren't from either gang I knew of. Wannabe thugs I guessed.

"Ayyee Mami." One of them calls out. I ignore them and keep walking toward Los Angels club, it was bigger then I thought. Other gangs weren't welcomed here unless you wanted to die, I was forbidden to come here. But here I was I stand in the long line behind a fat paled, girl she was with a group of girls, they looked like they were in college. I watched as it was there turn for the bouncer to see if they would be aloud in the club and as quickly they handed over the money and were nodded in. My turn, I gulped as he eyed me but I refuse to show that I was nervous. The bouncer was real tall and muscular, the Los Angels tattoo stuck out on his arm and I shudder away the thought of having to hide my tattoo.

 

"40. You better not be underage," he growled. I hand over the money, true I was 17 but he didn't need to know that. As I passed by him I could hear the loud, pulsing music, Your a jerk by The New Boyz was playing. It calmed me down a bit as I eye the crowded dance floor, a large bar stood out in the corner and the lights were neon , It was hard to see as I pushed through the crowd. Another big entrance stood out as it was for sitting and business. But I knew in the waay back was where all the important deals went down. I head toward the rooms in the back where everything looked classy- it was no surprise Los Angel's made good money. When I entered there was 4 other girls sitting down all looking for a job. I suddenly felt self-conscious as seeing there short skirt and skimpy shorts, I however had tight ripped skinny jeans and a short belly shirt with my Jordan's. The brown haired girl who looked like a supermodel with big breasts and long legs, smirked at me as if I didn't stand a chance. I held her gaze and stared straight back at her until, I didn't notice I was all up in her face.

"Well, well what do we have here." The deep voice caused  the other 4 girls who quickly tore there eyes from us. I however didn't I needed this bitch to know I had a fucking point when I mean don't mess with me. She backs away slowly, with a sneer on her face, it spelled bitch.

Another husky voice spoke, " If were fucking talking to you. Look at us or you can get the fuck out of here." His voice sent tingles down my back and I turned sharply to eye the bitch of a Angel. There was 3 of them and the one who sulked screamed importance, he looked as if he rather be somewhere else..

"There are 4 jobs here for women, either you be a waiter, a dancer, a personal servant, and  the street fighter."  Said the guy with the blonde hair. I find the middle guy glaring at each of us, the girl with the highlights looked ghastly nervous as he stared her down. Even though his snapback covered his eyes, she wasn't going to stand a chance.

The three of them turned and started speaking quietly daring us to say something. Once they tunred around they pointed at the blond and the highlights girl. "Out." snapped the blond. They made a move to open there mouth, but his voice was booming, " Shut the fuck up or get out or I won't hesitate to kill your asses." As if remembering where they were they hurried and ran for the door.

The guy in the middle finally stood up," Personal servant." Pointed at the stripper looking girl. He then pointed toward, the girl with black hair,"waiter." He then pointed at me, " waiter." And lastly at The bitch," dancer."  I glare at the bitch girl knowing she got what she wanted, clenching my fists she snickered.," I told you, your weren't better than me."

I grab my bag and roughly turn to go, " you start Friday, fucking don't show up. Bitch your fired." I hurried out the door as fast  as I could before I would mop that cocky bitch up. We'll see about who's better then. Because I was a KING and we didn't lose.

C H A P T E R 3- HOPE

Like always, my anger always got the best of me especially when I had stormed out of Los Angel's club after a few drinks that didn't help me calm down. After that I walked I drunkenly out and threw all my rage out on a nearby trashcan as I kicked it and punched it somebody chuckled behind me. I didn't bother turning around because if I did I would go Sharkiesha on their ass.

"Your in deep shit now burra." The familiar annoying voice said.

"Fuck off Luis." I snapped. "I'm not done." The now cold air breezed up my loose belly shirt and ignore the chills all over my skin.

"Who pissed you off Rosy ?" I punch harder Luis knew I hated it when he called me Rosy, and right now it wasn't helping. With all this banging noise I was making, it almost sounded like gunshots finally a light flicked from above and a window ined open, A women with rollers, peered over the edge, "Hey ! Would you shut the fuck up-! Is that my trashcan ? Ahh hell naw !"

"Lets go Rosaline." Luis grabs me from the arm. "Your going to make your punishment even worse if you don't." I don't move and he growls in frustration as his control in his temper was slowly thinning. The door opens with a bang and the lady comes out with a bat I almost started laughing when I saw the bat. She comes forward swinging wildly, this crazy bitch. I flick her off and kick the trashcan spilling everything on the ground, this time I do run.

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 I was shoved roughly into Luis's red Charger and already two other men were holding me in a tight grip daring me to disobey orders again. The air was thick with tension, Luis wasn't even close to being intimidating like my father but he was glaring at me so hard it was impossible to stare back. I knew he always wondered how I escaped the house as There was always at least 10 people guarding the perimeter because of me, camara's, and dogs on patrol, that was compared to Raphael's big trap. At the speed he was going we would be back in 3 minutes I gulped as men open the big gate to let us through and feel not so good after all. "Give me her." Luis snapped. I was thrown roughly at him and he dragged me into the medium size house. The other men simply snickered when they saw me getting dragged in with Luis's pissed off face.

"What did you do now this time Rosaline?" In their knowing voices, I roll my eyes. Right now was not the time to rub it in my face.

"Go into your room, Rosaline. I'll be up there in 5 minutes when I get off the phone with Raphael." He hissed. I open my mouth frantically to speak, but he is already telling me not to push him anymore. I stubbornly head upstairs and slide into something more comfortable, shakily I pull off the lacy bra and slide on my Nike sports bra and a old pair of leggings. They were soft but ripped really bad to the point it showed much more leg then I intend to in public. I feel dizzy and my head spins, ugh I collapse on the bed feeling sick as my door busts open.

"Get up." Luis yelled.

"I can't I feel sick-"

"Stop fucking lying to me !" Roughly grabbing me I fall hastily to the floor and he shuts the door.  I groan and when he came toward me I ran.

I ran to the fucking bathroom ! I don't bother locking the door as he would bust through it like nothing and break my 4th door already. I pull the toilet seat up and throw up everything in my stomach, I groan when it was finally over and wipe my hand over my sweaty forehead. I shakily stand up and head toward the sink washing my mouth I ignore looking at the mirror refusing to look at Luis.

"Told you I wasn't fucking lying." I mumbled under my breath. He heard it. And once again he had me by a tight grasp he sat down on my bed.

"What did my father tell you?" I gulp.

"Your going to be in fucking trouble when he see's you Saturday. Right now I have permission ordered by him to have you over my knee." He glared  at me and I know he got his ass chewed out for me leaving again.

"NOO!" I cried out I hate being put over the knee. Karma is a bitch. Quickly Luis grabbed me firmly and pulled down my leggings and silky underwear as he put me face down on his lap. I was already kicking this was not the first time he had me over the knee, And everybody would tease me for days for being a 17 year who got a punishment like a little girl.

"Stop fucking kicking Rosaline. Or I'm going to get the belt and hair brush. You know I won't hesitate."

He started out slow and then got rough at first it wasn't hard to keep my screams in because I refused to cry. After the 15th time his hand slapped my ass I was biting my lip and thrashing in his lap, my ass was killing me. Luis gripped my thigh hard and went in for the last one he was obviously frustrated that I wouldn't scream or cry. I fell with a thud to the ground and he got up my ass hurt so bad it burned on the floor. My legs were spread and I quickly cover myself, this was nothing to what my father would do.

C H A P T E R 4- BITCHES

My eyes struggled top stay open in first period- English 11th. The boring teacher who talked like she was always about to cry drone on and on about something, suprisley I wasn't the only one who wasn't paying attention. In a rich school like Preshcott Academy, it was very strict and I hated that I was forced to go here. It was all of the stupid mistake Raphael caused, Desiree. It didn't matter that she gave birth to me and hates me I hate her too. I was nothing like her snobby, a bitch,  and a gold digger, a fucking slut. I never once understood how My father could fall in love with her at the age of 19. I learned the way to live with her nothing she says affects me nor does my twin sister Cynthia. We were nothing the same, I might have the same blood as them but my appearance and personality were different. I was always looked down on and judged upon in front Of Desiree's friends. She was ashamed of me and when it was younger it hurt, alot. Especially when my father left me with her I was alone now. And every time it goes through my head anger sparks through my head I can never forgive him for that.

 

The bell rings and I'm already on my feet and pushing past others towards the door. As I pass, the new poor new girl, that everybody knew was here on scholarship was tripped on purpose. I pause and and eye her seeing what she would do. Nothing. She was still sunked over the floor books sprawled evedywhere, and hair hiding her face. Shes weak, I thought. Without a second glance I walk away, I was just taught this way about life, that I didn't have time for other peoples problems. The shiny marble floor stood out and high chandliers were used as lights, cherry oak walls, and spacious clean bathrooms were almost luxury. Everything about this school screamed perfection and rich. I head down the hall hearing, the recognizable click-clack of thosw high heels. It was Cynthia of course. Popularity, image, and money were everything to her. It however didn't matter to me, in the streets if you wanted respect you had to earn it. I roll my eyes at the bitch I acknowledge as nobody I knew. My father pratically disowned her, seeing she hated him and was exactly like Desiree. I was given the evil eye from her little group. They never said nothing to me though, and they knew better. It didn't matter what Cynthia was Queen bitch, princess hoe, I would still beat her ass. End of story. I turn away bumping into a small figure, it was the same new girl.

"Oh--h I'm um- sorry.." She squeaked. A scowl broke into my face and I was almost ready to scream. It was either Cynthia and everybody else or me.

I had it. Fuck it. "Could you stop being such a fucking pussy!  You let everybody push you around and your so fucking scared for no reason ! You should be lucky I'm even trying to help you. Don't even think about me defending your ass until you know how to hold on your own." I snapped. I turn away and storm out into the parking lot, people like that pissed me off. I don't bother going to the rest of my classes instead I angrily read the message Luis sent me.

luis; your staying with Desiree for 2 weeks.

 

Its not a suprise why I flipped on that girl.

C H A P T E R 5- NEVER

 I stomped as best as I could in these stupid heels, and kicked rocks left and right not really caring that I scuffed them or dirtied them. My sight boiled as I see Cynthia get into the silver Porsche that Desiree bought her, whilst I had to walk. I head into the candy store and head down the aisle I needed some sugar to calm my ass down. I spotted a bag of sour patch kids and grabbed a Hershey bar heading to the counter to pay. The guy that was behind the cashier looked a bit older then me and kept staring. I rolled my eyes, "um hello ? D'ude you gonna ring my shit up or que!"

I almost wanted him not to say anything, because if he didn't I know I would walk out damn straight.

"My bad. " Hastily, he rang my candy up and I slap down a 5$ bill grabbing my stuff I don't bother giving him a second glance as I walk out.

 I felt calmed as I walked on the good side of town you really didn't have to worry about being mugged or jumped. Which meant Luis was doing my father's dirty work seeing, that I was sent to live with these bitches. I frown as I reach the big house that overloomed the street, compared to Raphael's it was still nothing. I slip in the key for the gate to open and curse under my breath when I see once again they changed the locks. I throw my bag over the gate and climb over it flicking off the surveillance camera as I did. Seeing both Desiree and Cynthia's cars in the long driveway I head toward the side of the house where my room was I climb up to my window using the railing as a handle. I push open my window roughly not feeling like dealing with them, to my surprise Desiree was standing waiting impatiently.

"What do you want Desiree." I say coldly glaring at her.

She stood sneering back at me, nose raised as if I were nothing, trying to intimidate me. As if. "I need you to wash my car and clean- the list went on and on. I ignored her, clenching my fists I never knew why she just didn't hire maids. But no she was to greedy for all that and seeing as we didn't like each other she saw the perfect chance to drop all of her shit on me.

I laughed without humor, "I'm not doing any of that. Tell that lazy bitch down the hallway to do it."

""Your not?" She challenged. I got all up in her face and I knew that if it came down to fist to fist or whatever she did hair pulling her ass would be on the floor and she knew it.

"Well, you thought wrong you either do them or you can get the fuck out of my house right now."

I almost wanted to curse Raphael for making me put up with this shit, but I wouldn't give Desiree the sastification of knowing that.

I point to the door meaning that I was done arguing with her she smirked knowing she won and as she walked out I threw my bookbag at her."Bitch!"

Later seeing as her car was no longer in the driveway I walk downstairs I stop short when I see the new girl at the bottom of the stairs.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

She turned around and cringed at the sight of me probably remembering what I said earlier.

"I hired her bitch." The splitting blond image of Desiree came into sight and I glare at her,

"What for your already a fucking lazy dumbass."

I roll my eyes and walk into the big ass kitchen eyeing the mail I spot one with my name; Rosaline Denaiz, I put Desiree's last name to keep my identity covered. Sighing I rip it open

Los Angels;

  Your name tag is in here to pass in the door, your uniform will be given to you, in the back room 1B your shift starts at 8pm and ends at 12pm. If your late your fired.

I look at my phone it was 7 already shit. I had to make it to the other side of town, not really paying attention to what I'm wearing I run outside. I almost fell when I see Luis standing there cigarette in hand. "What the fuck are you doing here." I snapped.

"Calm down bitch, I'm here to drop off your bag that you left." In the corner of my eye I spot the new girl throwing something out. Luis noticed her too and nodded as to say who was she ?

I shrug, and snatch my bag from his hand, waltzing back in I catch my breath damn he almost caught me. Once again I wait for him to be gone and run out the sky had turned dark and I check my phone every second. 7:40. Damn I picked up the pace and hurry up I almost kicked myself when I came face to face with a group of Angels.

"Aye Shawty where you tryna go all quick to? My house."  They snickered and ganged up around me.

"I'm not your hoe puto. Your gonna make my ass late if you don't move." I pointed to where the club was in view than at my name tag.

"Who the fuck you talking too? I don't give a fuck if you late ma. Keep talking to me like that you won't have a job no more."

No you should watch who tf your talking too, I thought. I kept my mouth closed and they finally let me go. I walk past the people waiting in line and flash the name tag at the same intimidating guy the last time I came in. He nodded and I enter through the doors, heading toward the back rooms I push open 1B the music wasn't that loud from here. And the first person I saw was that bitchy girl from last time.

Great.

C H A P T E R 6- INTRODUCED

 I scrubbed down the table over and over again. Somebody thought it would be funny if they stuck a whole bunch of gum all over it. I fume in frustration, I was to young for this life. I just got my ass chewed out by the blond guy from the last time, who's name I found out was Mario. He had lost his rage at the sight of the table as he was supervising me and the other new waitress, Denisse. When we were handed our uniform I almost screamed in disgust, it screamed classy and maid. We were ordered to keep our hair up, as to not get it any food or drink. Esme, was the bitches name who seemed a little to happy that she didn't have to have a uniform and was now on the dance floor dancing with the other girls.

 

"What the fuck are you doing !" It was Mario screaming at Denisse who looked scared as she was picking up glasses and spilled drinks on the floor.

 

'Get up!" He snapped. As soon as she stood up she was backhanded across the face. I noticed Mario's stained shirt and connected the dots over the pounding music. Tears streamed down the girls face and her face was red, I didn't help her. I was not going to get fired defending her I wouldn't allow it, plus I didn't even know her like that. I pushed through the crowd once again to reach the bar as the bartender shoved quickly another tray in my hand. Table 3A the tables were in sections meaning one side was A class for the people that were important and B for those who were just anybody. I scurry to the other side the one that was more quiet, "excuse me." I say repeatly over and again. Getting rude stares from some people as I balanced the trays, just as I reached the A-class side, a pair of hands and breath that smelled like puked up beer got a hold of me.

 

"I want one of those drinks, darling." I shudder in disgust this man needed a shower. Cochino I thought.

 

"You have 5 fucking seconds before you regret putting your hands on me." I growled, as his hands slid around my waist.

 

He didn't listen.

 

I elbowed him sharply in the ribs and kick my foot back hitting him with a sharp thud in the knee. I walked away as he fell to the floor I was not done with him and I felt anger that I couldn't. I dropped the trays as politely as I could to table A3. "Here you go." I say. A man smoking a cigar made me want to cough at the smell, sat with two other young men. I avoided looking him in the eye, even though I wouldn't be scared to but they saw it as a sign of disrespect when they weren't talking to you.

 

"Sit down." Said the man with the cigar. I shook my head and started backing away.

 

"Fathe-"

 

"Shutup." He boomed toward the younger man that resembled him and he glared obviously not liking to do what he is told.

 

"Sit down." He said once again," You look tired and pissed."

 

I looked at the man's eyes directly and almost laughed in his face. It was Aldo Angel, the brother of the Gang leader of Los Angels. He kept eye contact with me but I refused to look away, this was some of the people my father hated and wanted to take me out. Finally I sat down stiffly against one of his sons, who looked barely 15 twins I guess.

 

"Aldo Angel," He spoke with domination and importance.

 

I nod, "Rosaline, Denaiz."

 

His eyes perked at the sound of Rosaline, but clearly no longer seemed happy when I said Denaiz. He nodded, "You handled yourself good out there." Aldo briefly took a drink of his drink the ice cubes making a clicking noise against the glass. It was the only sound that was made from the table as we sat on the nice leather seats, the table was marble and looked classier than the B side.

 

I furrowed my eyes wondering why they sat in here when they were so important instead of the back rooms with more entertainment. obviously his sons thought the same because they didn't look so happy with the current situation.

 

'I know." I say at last.

 

Aldo's lip twitched upward as if hiding a smile, I wondered how he was so calmed as he was known for many killings of police officers and other gang members. not like I cared, I sat and knew people like this since my whole life. I was born into a gang and I was going to die in one.

 

"You must be new." Aldo said taking a puff of his cigar a stream of hot air passed by my face as I was going to reply, Mario's figure came into view.

 

"What are you doing!" he spat out at me. "Aldo I'm sorry this won't happen a-"

 

Aldo raised his hand to stop Mario from continuing and he quickly fell silent, "Its no problem Mario, I was the one who asked Rosaline to sit with us."

 

Mario nods, and I stand up to go."It was nice meeting you." Aldo says giving me a brief handshake his face revealed nothing.

 

"That answers my question." I smile at Aldo's words. I check the time it was 12:10, passed my shift I hurry toward the back rooms for employees that weren't from Los Angel's gang. I bump hard into Heather.

 

"Move bitch!" I snapped as I fell to the ground with her.

 

"Who are you talking too ! Your low rank." She sneered.

 

"Low rank my ass."

 

I change into the clothes I came in with and let my hair fall out the bun that was pulling on mu scalp the whole night. I looked young, 18 at the most. I smile and check if the fake skin is still attached to where the long tattoo ran down my side to where it ended it at my hip. It was Like Raphaels, something that showed I was the cruelest Gang's daughter, it gave me respect. Walking out, I suddenly remember that there was a rumble later down at the old, abandon park. Shit. I pull my bag closer to me seeing, some of the younger gang members walking out together. In the lead was a cocky, tall bastard that was known as the younger son of Kama Angel. Jesse Angel.

 

I clench my fists together, our rumbles most somebody at least one person died. I fought along the younger K I N G group members. Girls between girls and boys between boys I wasn't know as Rosaline De Los Reyes I was known as just any K I N G to any other gang. Last rumble I was fighting Elsa Nunez she had a smart mouth and most girls were scared of her. I fought her and won. Jesse was the one who organized a group later on to jump me. It was a miracle he didn't recognize me but thought my name was Jocelyn. It is, my middle name.

 

But what I had to figure out was how I was going to fight without them recognizing me ?

C H A P T E R 7- RUMBLE

My Jordan's slapped against the broken pavement as I ran down the long alleyway no doubt the rumble had already started and I was late. I curse myself for getting distracted I re-tied my hair once again I was not going to lose any hair tonight. My heart thudded as I neared the darken park, loomed figures could barely be seen. All streetlights were busted and broken, the police hardly interfered, because they knew they couldn't stop the gang violence. Instead all children were banned from the park that served for rumbles, nothing more and nothing less. A park wasn't nothing to fight over taking a territory, crossing a territory of another gang was not taking kindly. You fought for your respect and you earned it. I slide the hoody over me it was red and my jeans were black-- KING's gang colors. I grab my bag and tuck it into the concrete wall of the alley where I knew their was a big broken spot. I push over the rocks back in place my bag had things that were important to me and needed. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I neared the park, old swings screeched as the wind rocked them back and forth, a old sandbox filled with grass and dirt stood near the edge nobody wanted to fall in there, it was also filled with sharp rocks. A jungle gym and a slide stood in the middle, once painted blue was littered with gratfitti and gang signs. I notice the Angel's gang at once, along with mine and it seemed as if they were all waiting on somebody.

 

The Royals.

 

The Royal's were the rich gang, that thought they were better than anyone. Several attended Preshcott where I went, I avoided them as best as I could. We all only had one thing in common as these 2 gangs faced each off, it was hatred towards the others. Eyes followed me as I walk where my gang stood I walk proud, even though my hoody obscured my face. I stand next to Anita, who smirked at my late entrance. When I first met Anita I thought she was a bitch, which she proudly also had thought of me. Instead, later on I found out why she acted the way she did.

 

"Mas tarde de digo." She nods and I focus on my attention at the gang that finally decided to show up. Daniel, was the one who presented KINGS, he was 18 and one of my father's trusted man such as Luis. He led us right now, it should be my job, but nobody knew who I really was. Daniel watched over me in the rumble since I was important and I knew the whole point was to take Daniel out in the fight for the other gangs. Jesse also stood in the center, his eyes bore into Chase Golder who lead the Royals as he also stepped toward the middle.

 

"Bout time your puto ass got here." Daniel snapped.

 

Chase snorted. Jesse chose to ignore him, "You all know the rules."

 

He looked at everyone eyeing them," No knifes, guns, and no other weapons."

 

As soon as those words were said punches went flying and sickening thuds on the ground. The rumble had officialy started. A girl with with brown hair and blond highlights was already trying to tackle me to the ground. I swung my fist hard in her face and she falls back, I jump on top of her and repeatedly swing again again- never leave them standing you never know. My bun is grabbed roughly from the back and jerking me I fall to the ground as a fist swings toward my stomach. I grab their fist and kick them hard in the shins, the girl stumbled back and I take that chance to get up. Once again a fist is flying toward me her fists just keep coming and I couldn't deflect all of them. I feel a sharp pain in my side and tilt to the left this time I punch her hard in the face and we both collapse in a tangle on a ground. My fists feel as if their flying and the pain is so bad in them that they feel numb. I grab her by the hair and shove my elbow up hard in her face, blood falls from her nose and splatters all over me. I get up seeing her clutching her nose on the dirt ground, I most likely broke it. I scan the fights that were still going on around me, I spot Anita fighting 3 girls from The Angel's gang, they were trying to jump her. I eye the fiery redhead and I flare up as I see her coming up behind Anita.

 

Elsa.

 

I sprint towards them and tackle Elsa head first off of Anita, who laid crumpled on the ground still defending herself from the other two.

 

"Jocelyn you stupid bitch !" She screeched seeing my face. We both eye each other fists out and ready I glare at her and she glares back. Were both waiting for whoever throws the first punch and gradually I pull my fist back with a low strike. Elsa see's this coming and blocks it as fast as she can I knew she was left handed so what she wasn't prepared for was my other fist slamming into her ribs. A sickening crunch was welcomed and pain shot in my hand, her eyes widen and Elsa sprang on me I was under her and was punching me over and over again. Blood fell out my mouth and I felt dizzy for a bit I had to get from out of under her. The world swayed and I only saw her smirking face, "Your going to die tonight."

 

With my last strength I headbutt her and let my fist connect with her mouth, she cried in pain and once again I use my elbow. Throwing her off of me I kick her over and over and the painful sirens of the police echoed in my ears. In a quick blur of motion everybody was running towards their cars or running quickly. I see Daniel no where in sight and my stomach drops as I spot Jesse Angel leaning over somebody and smirk spread wide over his cruel face. My eyes connect with Chase a silver pocket knife gleamed in the moonlight, fresh blood dripped from it. My face pales and I know somebody died tonight. I just hope it wasn't Daniel. I keep my eyes connected with Chase and he knows I seen the knife. He took a step toward me but I was already backing away, I looked at the few unconscious bodies left on the ground and I lean over to see their face.  A hand grasps me on the shoulder and my swollen hands reach ready.

 

"Rosaline, Daniel is in the car, he's unconscious got knocked the fuck out." I let out the air I had been holding and nod at Anita. Red blue lights flicker down the street and I'm running with Anita toward the blue BMW. One last glance at Chase, his eyes indicate toward the gleaming knife as if to say this was not over and than he fled. Jumping into the car I gun down the engine and it roars with life as I head back toward our territory I realized that I left my bag. Fuck.

C H A P T E R 8 - HEAD ON

When I looked at myself in the mirror in the morning I barely recognized myself. My face looked like a splattered blueberry. I lightly trace the bruises that ran along my cheek bone and swollen face. Fortunately, I didn't take any hits to the eye, besides the one on my eyebrow. Or a broken nose, which couldn't be said for everyone. Dry blood clung to my dirtied - grass stained clothes and body.

I could pass as a zombie.

My knuckles were so swollen and bruised from the hits I gave. It hurt to even be able to clench them, much less use them.

I feel a sudden breeze, I turn around to see my window pulled up and my curtains swaying in the air.

I take a cautious step toward it and freeze when I hear a creak in the floor. I flung around sharply and see a smirking Luis sitting on my dresser. I hiss in pain from the harsh movement coming from my ribs.

Unfortunately, I didn't get so lucky with my ribs in the rumble.

I walk back towards my dresser and ignore Luis as I expect myself once again in the mirror.

His fingers grab my chin lightly making me face him and he takes in my face.

"You look like a blue Smurf." I shake lightly out of his grasp and pull off my shirt, this time I do gasp when I take in my battered stomach. Quickly Luis in standing behind me and also taking it in.

"Shiet, Rosaline!"

I cringe in pain when I let my hands poke on the blue and black splattered stomach.

Luis picks me up bridle style and I let him carry my swollen body to the bathroom. Turning on the hot water knob he let's it fill up the tub. He sits me on the toilet and helps me pull off my jeans. Clad in just my panties and bra I rasp out in a voice suprising both me and Luis.

"I can't take off my bra." I rasp tears of frustration falling from my eyes.

His face stayed blank as he pulled out his pocket knife and cut off the clasp helping me pull it off. He adverts his eyes keeping them focused on my face. Picking me up once again, Luis places me into the bubble, filled tub.

I close my eyes, feeling the reassurance of the water against my aching body. I hear Luis leave the room at the sound of his Galaxy S3 ringing.

"Your father said that you are to stay home for the rest of the week," Luis says coming back after shortly 5 minutes. Disapproval laid in his tone and I wonder what Raphael told him to put him in a even more sour mood.

I knew that most likely, my father was was angry at me that I even let a fist touch me in a rumble. He had high standards and would most likely press more training on me.

I wondered if that's why Luis was struggling to hide his anger, maybe because it was now his job to train me once again. I knew he hated how Raphael made him baby sit me, but he knew he couldn't defy him.

I stand up abruptly and wordlessly grab the towel that laid on the rack. I dry myself lightly as I could and wrap myself in it. I stumble as I get out the tub and Luis grabs me firmly from the waist helping me out. I frown when I take a look at his face, grazing the corner of his right eye I see bruises, almost fresh looking.

"What happened to you ?" I ask softly.

His face glares back at me, " Don't fùcking worry about me."

I take in his moody face and glare right back shoving him away from me.

"I was only asking." I spat.

His face twists up and raises an eyebrow, " And that's the familiar Rosy we all know!"

I roll my eyes and head back into my room, I grab a pair of sweatpants and underwear, grabbing my sports bra and a loose tanktop I slide them on.

I tie my hair up in a bun and look through my scattered room for my bag. I frown when I don't see it and suddenly remember where I left it.

I feel my insides churn when I remember that I left it hidden in the alley way. That bag had everything useful for me in their- and could possibly give away my identity.

In a flash I pull on my vans and open my door to have me crash into a figure.

I fall back with a thud on my ass and look up to see Luis's big figure looming over me.

"Where are you going ?" He barks.

I gulp," to the library ?"

His cold laugh filters the room and I glare at the at the wall next to him.

"Since when have you ever read outside of class ?!""Does it matter?" I retort." What I do when I'm away from my father is whatever I want to." I raise myself to stand and think about how to convince him to let me go .

And by myself.

"Your face looks like fùcking shit right now, Your going to have people interested in you."

I snort and once again try to pass Luis. I stop as I find myself looking into a pair of aqua ocean blue eyes. The look she gave me was of pure disgust and hate.

"What do your want Cynthia." I sneer.

Luis turns around too and faces the demon bìtch, her willowy figure was no match for him as he still towered over her 5'7 frame.

Her eyes took him in pausing over his sleeveless arms that showed muscle and his tattoos. I saw the look of disgust gone immediately and a perky smile now on her face.

"Hi." Cynthia purrs.

"Bye !" I snap. My arm reaches toward my door ready to slam it in her face, when Luis grabs my arm and stops me.

"What do you want ?" He says disinterested.

"To get to know you." Cynthia replies with a wink.

"You just want to get to know my dìck right ? "

"That too."

I slide out of Luis's grip and creep back into my room, heading toward the window. I let one leg out and then the other holding onto the railings on the side. Climbing down, I let myself drop down the last 2 feet.

"Rosaline !" Luis growls from my window.

I flick him off and knowing him, he was giving me at least a 30 second head start.

I run pumping my legs and then climbing over the big gate I turn in time just to see him dropping from my window. Heading into a side street I let the wind blow against my face and soon enough the scenery has changed. No longer the rich smell of fresh cut grass, or the sound of children playing. Instead the sight of abandoned houses, lone figures watching-waiting for danger greets me. I knew by now that I lost sight of Luis and was now letting myself breathe. My feet take me towards the familiar alley and I cautiously check behind my shoulder. Not feeling like anybody was watching me I head toward I last left my bag. Pushing away the stones I sigh in relief seeing my bag still there. Checking it's contents everything still laid in there. I pick it up and slung it over my shoulder heading out. Chucking on my hoody for good measures, I come in contact with a group of Angels.

"KINGS." Is what I heard, and then I realized that I was wearing my colors by accident. Seeing that I was alone, I don't think twice I let my batter body run back into the alley and knew I had to get back in my territory.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.02.2014

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