Meeting Death

Chapter 8

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"Cupcake?" His voice sounded worried, I can only imagine him on the other end upset. He was probably could be crying, over me? No.

"How do I get him out of my life?" He knew who I was talking about right away. Not even thinking, I forgot he was in the hospital, and it was late.

"What did he do to you?" Mason, whisper-yelled through the phone. I could hear the bed squeaking like he was getting up.

"Actually, never mind it was nothing. Forget about it, you need to sleep," I couldn't bring myself to telling him. He had enough to worry about!

"By the sound of your tone, it doesn't sound like nothing. Just tell me."  His voice softly glided through the phone speaker. After I had filled him in about everything that had happened. I heard him muttering profanities. "Imma kill that motherfucker."

"No, you are going to finish up at the hospital and get better. I shouldn't have even told you about it. Good night Mason." I hung up the phone, my breathing getting louder every second. Why did you tell him? Now he's gonna flip his shit because of it. Nice going Gio.

I decided I would head home and actually sleep in MY own bed for once. I was almost there anyways.

I cranked the radio up to at least 20. Ignoring anything and everything wrong with the world. Which let me tell you, was a lot. I almost got raped by a drunk Oscar, Mason was pissed off at Oscar. What else could possibly happen in one night?

I got into town and drove down the street our house was on, I pulled into the driveway shutting the engine off and hopping out. There were no lights on suggesting everyone was asleep.

I walked onto the porch and looked around for the spare key. It was hidden normally under the mat but that was gone, I looked around until I found it in the plant next to the door.

I quietly unlocked the door, and snuck into the house. I took off my shoes and hung my coat on the rack. As soon as I entered the living room, the light switched on and a barrel of a pistol was held against my head. I looked over to see my brother Kerston who had looked at me with very cold eyes and a stern face. 

"Gio?" His face contorted into a smile and happiness spread across the uneasy room.

"What are you doing with that thing?" I suggested to the gun pointed at my head. Yes I trusted my brother, but not with something that could easily kill me.

"Oh, sorry. I bought it for security reasons," he dropped the gun from its position, and put it on the table. His arm went around me as he drew me in for a hug. Once his hands were around my back he jerked them away. I was shocked to say the least. My eyes followed his eyes which led to his hands, they were covered in blood. Shit.

"I'm gonna go get mom..." He slowly backed away.

"Kerston, please don't," I pleaded, I just wanted to sleep. My eyes slowly drooping, I was getting even tired by the minute. 

"Are you okay?" He quickly walked over to me.

My balance slowly diminished. My knees falling out from under me, collapsing to the floor. Luckily, Kerston caught my head before it hit the floor.

"MOTHER!" He yelled out.

A few moments later, "Is everything all right Kerston?" My mothers voice came from the hallway. I heard her gasp, "Giovanni? What's wrong with her?"

Her hands came to my throat to feel my throat. Checking my pulse I assume. I felt them shifting my body to the side. Someone grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, revealing the ripped stitches.