Restrain Me #WATTYS2019

-karma-

December 20 2007

"HOW THE FUCK COLSON?!" Mack's voice boomed as I sat in his chair, my legs pulled up to my chest as I picked at my nail beds.

"Oh and don't forget. He was too busy fucking Cayla, Mya, and, oh Heather was it Van?" I quipped as Mack clenched his jaw tightly. It was common knowledge that Mack protected me as his daughter, and Colson being an absolute whore seemed to enrage him. This is so much fun.

"Don't forget Grace." Vanni added from his spot, leaning against the desk in front of me. Mack shook his head as he ran his hands over his sides, as of trying to keep whatever composure he had left with the whore of a Wild Boy standing before him. I refused to look at him. I just wanted to go home.

"You're so fuckin stupid boy." He growled as he kept his eyes to the ground. "You fucking stormed out and got high and fucked anyone you could huh?" Colson's head shot up at his words as Brandon and JP pushed the door open.

"Hey Boss-" JP formed his lips into a tight line as he got a clear look at the scene in front of him. "-uh, you called?" He spoke softer this time as I chuckled.

"Colson fucked half a party, got high, led the 7.8 back to the safe house, almost killed me, we were shot at, oh and he thinks I'm fucking Vanni." I catch the two up, watching as their faces drop at my words, Colson shooting me a hard glare as Mack growls at my words.

"You fucking led them to her! You're not this stupid Kelly!" Mack bellowed as he locked his eyes on Colson. "I don't give a fuck what she said to hurt your poor little feelings but you don't ever put her at fucking risk!" He growled as he slowly approached him. "And fucking Cayla? Were you trying to get her killed?" My brows shot up at his words as I lifted myself from the chair.

"Who exactly is Cayla?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the back of Mack's head. It was just another girl, right? He was a whore.

"Answer her Kelly." Mack growled as he kept slowly moving towards him. "Tell her exactly who you fucked behind her damn back." This couldn't get worse, could it? My eyes moved to Colson, his eyes locked on Mack, no emotion in his eyes as he muttered the most heartbreaking words.

"Greyson's daughter." You. Fucking. Prick. Before I could think I scaled the desk, pushing Vanni and Brandon and JP out of my way as I shoved Colson back, causing Mack to freeze.

"Are you fucking kidding me." I growled as I shoved him again. "What the fuck is actually wrong with you?" Another shove. I felt the blood boiled in my body as his startled eyes watched me. "I gave you everything." This time, I swing my hand, smacking his left side as hard as I could. Sending him to the side as he grabs his face, looking at me stunned, before rage fills him and he grabs my shoulders, pulling me against him.

"Colson!" Brandon and JP both spoke, the whole room spinning as he held me tightly, I could feel the bruises forming where his fingers dig into my arms. I kept my gaze hard. He wasn't going to fucking scare this rage out of me.

"I have your name on my chest. I left my fucking window open for you to stumble in anytime. I kept your secrets, I fucking exposed myself to Greyson unknowingly because of you." I kept my composer as the hard look on Colson's face watched me. I shook my head, shoving his arms hard off of me, taking a step back feeling Mack just behind me. All of this was too much. My brain stopped. And the only words I could think of fell from my lips. "Karmas a bitch Wild Boy." I sneered as I turned on my heel, walking back to Vanni, leaning with my back against his chest, needing to feel safe after what just happened. His arms held me close as Mack shook his head again.

"Okay- uh- what are we going to do about the safe house?" Brandon spoke, running his hand over the back of his neck in a nervous motion. Mack stayed frozen, his eyes on Colson for what felt like hours. Finally, he spoke.