I Still Care - A ChilledMexican FanFiction

Chapter Fourteen

Anthony's PoV

Max crumpled to the floor. Steven stood over him, a gun in his hand. The handle was bloodied and blood ran down Max's head; pooling around him. I looked at Steven and backed up more, trying to get myself up. Steven's head snapped toward me. He slowly walked over to me. By that point I had gotten to my feet. Steven pushed the barrel of the gun into my chest.

"Shhh..." Steven said, trailing his finger onto my lips. "Forget about Max. He couldn't protect you. Max went down without a fight," Steven said, a smile on his face.

"Fuck you, Steven. Max went down with a fight," I said, trying to stop the tears from flowing. I had just watched Steven be thrown into a car, my former friend be beaten by Max, and Max having his brains almost beaten in. Blood was on everyone, and my arm stung like a motherfucker.

"You might not want to talk like that. I could punish you for saying things like that. Besides, a new helper will be getting here soon. You'll love what's going to happen with everything. Trust me on this," Steven said, putting the gun into a holster on his belt. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had just talked to them yesterday. I could surely take Steven in a fight if he tried anything. Max challenged Adam and won. Maybe I could do the same with Steven. I'd only been in a few fights, all of which I had lost. That was during my WoW years in high school. It had been over seven years since I had a fight.

"Why are you doing this, Steven?" I questioned.

"Because you were blind. You still don't get it though," Steven replied. I wanted to keep asking questions, but I knew I had to attack. I swung a fist at Steven. His hand raised, grabbing mine and stopping the punch. He flicked his wrist, twisting my arm. I yelped in pain and pulled away. Steven dropped my arm easily and smiled. "Why even try, Anthony? You're going to lose anyways."

"You hurt Max," I yelled, raising my fist to hit him. Steven was already ahead, though. He charged at me, tackled me, and slammed me into the ground. I didn't know how he had gotten me down. Steven was smaller than me, he weighed less, and he wasn't super strong. I worked out every day! Steven punched me in the face and kneed me in the gut.

"You're still going to be with Max? He can't protect you. I could kill you right now and he wouldn't do anything," Steven said.

"Couldn't do anything," I growled. "He's unconscious. You could have killed him."

"He attacked Adam. I was only doing what was right. He deserved it and you know it," Steven yelled back at me. My face stung as Steven slapped me.

"He attacked Adam to save me. Adam shot me," I said, pointing to the bullet hole in my arm.

"So, you wouldn't like it if I did this?" Steven asked, shoving his finger into my wound. I screamed in pain as he moved it around. Slowly, he pulled his finger out. It was now covered in blood. I whimpered and turned my head as he shoved his finger in my face. "This is your blood. This is blood that you drew because you were slow. Number one rule with Adam, never talk back."

"Get up Steven. You look stupid," I heard someone say as the door closed. I looked up to see Renee. She held a knife in one hand. A calm look was on her face. Steven got up and walked into the next room. "Get up and I'll clean that shit. Can't have you dying yet," Renee said, offering a hand. I shook her off and stood up on my own. I stumbled into the bathroom and started rummaging through the cabinet. Renee pushed me off to the side as she looked through it.

"I don't need your help," I hissed as her.

"Really? If I hadn't walked in, Steven would still be on you." She turned toward me with a cotton ball and peroxide in her hands. She set the knife down on the counter and mentioned for me to sit on the ground. I did as told and waited. "And you might need my help with this. Seeming since you'll probably pass out," she said as she squeezed the cotton ball. The liquid ran into my wound, instantly stinging. I screamed at the pain. Renee grabbed my arm, keeping it steady as she poured more onto it.

"Fuck," I yelled, thrashing around in her arm.

"Anthony, the worst hasn't even started," Renee said as she stood up. She stepped out of the room for a few minutes and returned with a needle, thread, and goss. She crouched down next to me and steadied my arm again. I looked away and tried to think of something else. I couldn't, as my thoughts were interrupted by pain. Renee shoved the needle into my arm, sewing it up. I screamed more as she did this. Then, my body couldn't handle it anymore. I took a deep breath as I was plunged into darkness.

A/N I'm sorry it took so long to produce such a shitty, short chapter. I haven't been feeling good for several reasons. One of them being depression. I'm sorry for the wait and I'll try to make more. Updates will probably be slowed.