Time went by slowly, too slow. Zane missed Shane more and more every day, and it was getting hard for him to ignore Shane when he saw him so often. Getting drunk wasn't working like he wanted it to, and working for B was a distraction from the heartache. He needed to get a plan, keep himself, his family, and Shane safe, get Jacklyn taken care of, and make sure his uncle couldn't ever find them. He needed help, but he was scared. He was angry. He was currently knocking back a drink while knocking out his subject's teeth.
He threw the glass into the wall, feeling his blood boiling as he watched blood drip from the subject's mouth. He picked up his knife case and rolled it out. He smiled as he picked up his knife, then stepped up to the shoulder of his subject.
"How much is his debt?" He asked.
"40,000 dollars," RedHead said.
"How much is he supposed to pay monthly?" Zane asked as he leaned into his subject.
"3 thousand."
"How late is he?"
"3 months now."
"9 thousand dollars late. How on earth should I remind you to make your monthly... installments?"
"I'm sorry," The man cried, his mouth swollen, his eyes shut in agony.
"Not sorry enough," Zane shrugged and stood straight. "That's a nice shirt, let's not ruin it." He took the shirt off of the man and shoved the shirt in the subject's mouth. "Hush now, don't give me a headache, you'll regret it."
Zane positioned the knife on the man's shoulder, then started carving a number 3 into his skin. The man sobbed, but he never screamed, scared of what Zane would do in retaliation. He was mostly sure his jaw was already broken, he was missing teeth, and now his skin was being carved into; he felt his death would be next.
"You took that like a champ, didn't scream at all, good job," Zane took the shirt from the man's mouth and plopped it on his shoulder. "Are you going to pay on time now?"
"Yes sir," the man cried.
"Good. Send him away," Zane stood back and went to clean his knife while RedHead set him free.
He took the bottle of cleaner on the table and prayed his knife down, then wiped it away with the cloth he kept in his knife case. Once it shined and showed no sign of blood he packed it back up and tucked it away. Zane looked at the blood on the floor and cringed, he wanted to shower, but he was also exhausted and just wanted to go home. So, when he updated B and got his pay, he hailed a taxi, paid the driver extra to keep his mouth shut, and climbed into his window. Chane was there again, waiting, already a few drinks in. Chance had been waiting for his brother more, despite much much it pissed Zane off Chance was going to dig until he found the truth. But this time was different.
"Chance, go to your room," Zane groaned as he shut his window.
Chance was already at his side, worry littering his features. "Are you hurt, where are you bleeding?" Chance reached forward, but Zane pushed away his hands.
"It's not my blood."
"What?" Chances blood turned cold, and he froze in place.
"I said, it's not my blood. Now, go back to your room so I can shower. I feel fucking disgusting."
"Did you hurt someone? Did you kill someone?"
Zane glared, "I'm not a fucking murderer, Chance. Dont ever fucking suggest that again, you hear?"
Chance signed in relief, but nodded regardless. "So you're not hurt at all?"
"No, chance, I'm fine."
"Okay, that's all I care about," Chance laid his hand on Zane's shoulder. "As long as you're okay."
Zane sighed but smiled. He pats his brother's shoulder and starts moving them to the doors. He got back early that night, only 12:30 am, but their parents were thankfully already asleep. He passed his brother the alcohol before pushing him out.
"We'll talk more about everything tomorrow when we're both sober."
Chance nodded and went to his room. Zane grabbed clothes to change into and went to the bathroom. He showered, washing away the blood and the night, allowing himself to breathe and think, slowing the word down with his thoughts. It was his peace of mind, time to convince himself it was all worth it to keep his loved ones safe. Even if all the torment and illegal work ends up killing him, they will be protected, and that's worth it.
HE pulled out his whiskey, and drowned himself in alcohol, listening to his music on full blast through his headphones. He occasionally looks at the photos he took of him and Shane, and he feels anger, sadness, and more anger. He passed out drunk, his last coherent thought being "I need him". The next morning the two boys walked to school in silence, until Chance finally said something to break the tension.
"Should I expect you to be coming home drunk and bloody again any time soon?" He asked as they got to the school.
"Shut up about that stuff around the public."
"So yes or no?"
"Who knows Chance, you might find me seeking in a naked guy instead, who knows," Zane rolled his eyes as he said that.
"Are you ever planning on getting Shane back? You were so happy, it had been so long since I saw you so carefree."
"Not until shit is safe. Can we stop now?"
"You don't give me answers when we drink, or when you come home that late. So, when am I supposed to get answers, Zane?"
"Never," Zane shrugged and left his brother to find Jacklyn.
Chance huffed and flipped off his brother's back, but turned eventually and saw Shane watching the two brothers. Chance gave a sad smile and a pathetic wave, Shane gave a tiny nod, almost unrecognizable.
Shane had stopped getting bullied, and he was left completely alone by everyone, he suspected it had something to do with the brothers, but he wasn't brave enough to ask. He just watched from a distance.
"I'll make my world safe for you." He had no clue what that meant, but he would wait, and he would wait until it all was okay.
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Bad Boy And The Emo Fall In-Love (remake)
RomansaYou can find the first version, and completed version, on my main account, but I don't suggest it. It's definitely not the best, considering I made that when I was 13 and am now almost 19. You can go to my page, go to my "about me" and you'll find m...