Healed

Chapter 9: Out

As he was handed his belongings and checked out of the prison. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. Who in their right mind would have 50,000$ just hanging around? Who could care enough to pay it? He exited the prison and saw a black car waiting for him. The windows were tinted so he couldn't see who was inside, that was until the window rolled down. He stepped closer, still delirious from being woken up in the middle of the night. He tried to focus his eyes, which was when he spotted the familiar face looking back at him. "Get in. Now." Deadshot spat.
His nerves heightened as he opened the car door to the back. He sat down and placed his seatbelt on, clutching the zip lock baggie of his belongings. As they pulled out of the prison it was dead silent. The silence was only broken when they reached the road. "Why did you bail me out?" Silas questioned, unsure if this was an act in good faith or not.
"The prison system allows you freedoms. I bailed you out so I could punish you myself. We flushed 100,000$ worth of product when you were arrested. Do you realize that? I was informed of your fuck up at the gas station afterwards. Why the fuck would you ever let your guard down in a situation like that? Are you fucking stupid?" Deadshots grip on the steering wheel tightened under his rage that he was trying to hold back. "I'm sorry- That guy came out of nowhere he just-" "Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear it." Silas opened his mouth to defend himself, but thought twice and shut it.

"PLEASE- IM SORRY- ILL PAY YOU BACK-" As Silas looked down the barrel of Deadshots pistol that was pointed right between his eyes, He watched as the other members who were standing behind him in the living room watched. Aiden had a hand over his mouth, he wanted to protest but knew the consequences. "Apologize all you want. You are dead weigh we can't afford to hold onto." Deadshot danced his finger against the trigger, teasing the act to Silas. Tears were streaming down his face, he was on his knees, two seconds away from his life being ended. "Please- Please- I'm sorry- I'll do anything! Please!" He begged and begged, but was only met with a cold hearted stare in return. Deadshots eyes showed no mercy, not a care in the world if this little prick died right here right now.
BANG.
He saw his life flash before his eyes, all his memories and thoughts of his sisters.
He opened his eyes, realizing he wasn't dead. His whole body was trembling, his adrenaline was through the roof as he looked down at his hands. He looked around and back up at Deadshot, then back down at his own body. He noticed a red stain forming around his shoulder on his shirt. He looked closer, Deadshot had shot him, not in his head, But his shoulder. The realization hit him like a truck, with the pain following suit. He clutched his shoulder and cried out in pain.
"Aiden. Patch him up. Don't bother me for a bit." Deadshot walked off back into his office and slammed the door behind him. Aiden rushed over and applied pressure onto Silas wound, which only made him cry out more. "Shut up- Just, calm down.. Here stand up, come to the bathroom." He assisted Silas stand and helped him over to the bathroom. "Sit up in the counter." He reached into the cupboard and pulled out a small med kit. Everyone in the gang had been trained in first aid, since you can't really go to the hospital unless it's life or death in these kinds of situations. He pulled Silas's shirt off and applied a small amount of rubbing alcohol to the wound. Silas covered his mouth so that he would scream from the sting of the fluid. He watched as Aiden cleaned it up and began to stitch it up. "You really pissed him off.." He mumbled as he focused on his work. "I can tell.." He winced feeling the needle puncture his skin.
"I'll teach you how to fight, and, get stronger. Next time you have a fuck up, I don't think he'll be so kind." He finished the last stitch and placed a large piece of gauze over it, keeping it in place with some medical tape. "Don't move it much alright?" Silas nodded his head and looked over at it, then back at Aiden. "Thanks...it hurts like a bitch though.."
"I'll grab you some painkillers. Go lay down."
He hopped off the counter and moved carefully through the house, trying to not bump into anything, he had never been this aware of his movements before. He carefully laid down on his bed and rested his shoulder against a spare pillow. Aiden soon entered the room with a large white pill in hand, as well as a glass of water. He handed it to Silas, which he took quickly, wanting the pain to go away as soon as possible. It felt as if his shoulder was being burned from the inside out. "You'll be alright, Just relax for now, i'll take over your job for the next few days. Deadshot will be leaving for a week for a business trip, so he should cause you many problems." Silas nodded slowly and rested his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Yell for me if you need something." Aiden closed the door behind him as he left. Leaving Silas alone.
He pulled the blanket up, trying to get as comfortable as possible. He was also freezing, his shirt had been stained so bad he hadn't put it back on afterwards. He was slightly thankful, that at least Deadshot seemed to have a smidge of mercy on him, but those eyes would haunt his nightmares. The cold stare, matched with a life ending weapon attached to them was horrifying. He wondered to himself, if this lifestyle change was really the best thing for him, if he would've just stayed on the streets he probably would've died once winter came, but is living in fear for the rest of your life worth it? Maybe he could've found a homeless shelter to take him in, maybe he could've found an abandoned house to sleep in, but the if ands or buts about this was pointless. He was stuck, trapped in a cold unforgiving place, with only one person who seemed to care for him. Is this what is life is going to be?