I paced the small living room.

Back and fourth. Back and fourth. It became a natural motion.

I've been doing this sense Alex texted be saying he'd be home real soon, and that there was an accident. It's been an hour now.


the fact there was an accident at a shooting range has me fearing the worst.

He could have been shot. He could have shot someone. Someone might have jumped him. There is so many possibilities! And the fact I can't get a hold of Austin, Alex, or Rian is just making everything worse!


I'm not sure why Alex is still working on becoming more than a Rookie. I haven't talked to him about quitting yet, the moment just never arrived. But he sees how it messed up my life. I told him about Zack, shouldn't that be enough?

I want to tell Alex the story of my father. Everything. From his childhood, to starting the gang, to how he acted at home, to his death.


But I can't. Not yet anyway. It's only been a month with him. I'm not sure I trust him. Being in a gang as long as I have makes you realize trust is something of a treasure. That it should be kept hidden away and safe, and never shared. Unless they become your mate-y, than you can share.

I don't know if I'm ready to talk to anyone about my father though. I guess I see his story for more than it is. My dad was no one special. I mean he was a scuzz of Earth, creating a gang, killing people, selling drugs, doing drugs, he wasn't a good guy. But his story is the only thing that remains of him now. Other than the club.

I'm so lost in my thoughts I don't realize a dark blue car pull into the drive way.

I've never seen this car before. Austin was suppose to drop Alex off, and I'm sure he doesn't have the money for a new car.

I watch a short boy get out of the drivers seat. The widows are all tainted black, so I don't know if he has Alex, Alex's dead body, or if he's going to break into my house and kill me.

I finally breath when I see him open the passenger door, helping out Alex. Umm, why?

Than I see why, he's limping, and has been crying a lot. His face is all red and blotchy. He whines in pain just by standing, the way his face twists in pain by walking... What happened to my baby?!

I run to the front door, swinging it open, about to run to him when his voice interrupts me.

"Don't you dare step out of the door Jack!" Alex says sternly, pointing at me and or the door.

I can't help but smile, thats Alex alright, worrying about others before himself. Before himself... My smile leaves just as fast as it came when I realize he's hurt.

The tattooed boy shoots me a glare.

"Are you really gonna listen to him?! he's hurt bad!" The tattooed boy shouts at me.

"He's under house arrest Oli! If he steps out of the house he'll get shocked strong enough to kill a dog!" Alex shoots back protecting me.

"I'm sorry mate. I didn't know." Only know can I make my words work. And come out of my mouth.

"Lexy, what happened?" I whispered my voice cracking like I just hit puberty. A tear rolled down my cheek ., as he looked up at me.

"Don't cry. Baby I'm fine." He coo-ed.

I started to sob heavily. I shouldn't have let him go today. I should have made him stay in bed with me all day. Watching Home Alone, eating pancakes until we felt like we were going to throw up.

Alex couldn't stop his cries of pain coming up the stairs. Every cry he let go, making me cry even harder. When he got into the house I pulled him into a hug, not a tight one because I don't know what area of him is hurting. And I do not! Want to make it worse.

When we finished sobbing I helped him onto the couch. I thanked Oli a thousand times for helping Lex, even though I'm not sure whats going on. He said he had to get back to work though, I guess he left the shooting range to bring Alex home, we told him to text Alex anytime, if he needed anything.

The second he pulled out of the driveway, is the second Alex put his head on my lap and cried. Hard, he cried so hard, my leg was actually wet, and I was wearing think jeans.

I just rubbed his hair, wiping away the tears I was softly crying. Some one has to be strong for the other, right now, I have to be strong for Alex.

His crying slowed. To a normal person cry. I could tell he was saying something. I think it was "hurts, hurts a lot" but I couldn't be so sure.

I looked at the click, we've been here for 4 hours, doing nothing but crying. Alex was only softly sobbing now.Taking those big gasps people take after they cry.

"Baby, do you want to talk about it? What happened? What was the accident?" I asked, you could hear the hurt, worry, and tears so flamboyantly in my voice. But right now I could care less.

"Please don't cry Jack." Alex said emotionless, touching my cheek with his hand. Still having his head buried in my lap.

"I'm sorry Alex. I should be trying to be strong. For you. I just don't like seeing you in this much pain. I don't know what happened-"

"He raped me Jack. Austin raped me Jack." Alex said with the same emotionless voice.

I'm going to kill him.

Notes

Sorry this was so short, it's done on an iPod. And man do I fucking hate these things!!!!
So this is just a short filler, but the story kicks in here.
Shits gonna get really real soon, and Oli might feature agian, idk.
I hope you guys like it :)