Riot

1. Stabbed

“Fucking punk!” Billy cursed before jerking the pocket knife out of his arm. Street fights were a routine for him and this would only be another scar left to remind him of it. His crew was already taking care of the idiot; he didn’t need to worry about it.

The young Billy Darley was only seven when he first left a descent mark on someone, a cut on a school mate’s stomach. They had been playing football and the hot headed young boy got pissed off over losing the game from the neighbor, whom he judged not to be worth to spent time with anymore. That's how his father, Bones Darley, raised him. “If you don’t like something or someone, Billy-boy, fucking deal with it”, he would say before slapping him on the back of the head.

In spite of all the rudeness and carelessness, Billy actually cared for someone, even though he never showed it, and that was his young brother Joe. When it came to dealing with their father, Billy always took the blame for anything Joe might have done, like forgetting to clean oil marks Bones had left on the floor. Growing up in an area controlled by his father had two sides. The good being that people somewhat respected and feared him, and the bad being that there were plenty of thugs around wanting the control they had.

Now at age of 28, he stood at 6’12 ½" and did an amazing job at intimidating people. His appearance had a lot to do with that. Tribal tattoos made their way from his right arm up to the right shoulder, curled around the back of his head and sides of neck, only to end up down on his left arm, in the same way it started on the other side. His long blonde locks were long gone, he had gotten it all shaved off and grew facial hair. The only thing that remained the same was the undefined shade of green of his eyes. He had his own gang now and had to stand up for it, otherwise someone else would take his place. He could not allow that.

While Bones worked on the body shop, his façade to sell drugs and guns, Billy was sent around to collect for him. With his gang, he made people pay what they owned, in any way possible. If they didn’t give him money, he’d have to pay his father with his own life and that certainly wasn’t an option.

“Dude, this looks pretty bad.” Bodie motioned his head at his childhood friend, and now gang leader’s arm.

“Not as bad as that.” Billy grinned at the unconscious body, lying not far from them. They all laughed. The cut actually hurt like hell and he couldn’t stop the bleeding.

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“I’m on my way to deliver the coffee Ally.”

“You want me to wait for ya to get back?”

“Nah, it’s alright. I got it.”

“Ok then. See ya tomorrow.”

“See ya.” Julie piled up the plastic glasses and took them to her black Geo Storm.

Julie Lane was a college dropout girl, who now worked in The Falcon coffee shop and rented the apartment upstairs. She had been living there for the past year, after coming from Minnesota, where she was born and raised. Her mom died when she was ten from brain cancer and her father was a three star general, who was never home. She learned real early that he considered his role in the world more important than being a father. Not that he was bad to her, he just was never around and she never held that against him. Being a former army brat, Julie learned how to be independent and self-sufficient, very useful things at this point in her life.

Every night, it was her duty to close the Falcon, since she lived upstairs. And her or the other two girls took rounds to take the coffee to the nearby hospital for the tired and sleepy doctors. Tonight, it happened to be her turn.

Julie had recently turned 23. That was a fun night, the girls had made her a cake and they went out dancing. Standing at 5' 8", ignoring her boots’ heels, she had highlighted brown. That day, she had it all up in a ponytail and a light fringe fell on her forehead.