Cant Hold On Much Longer

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Moving to Housten was not my idea. It was my mums. Then again it was Jenny's idea to move because she knew what had happened. I sigh as I watch the trees go past. Ralph, my closest friend from Texas and the person who sets up my street fights, had 'passed' me over to his brother Red. I had spoken to Red many times, and he had set me up a fight tonight.

"Jenny! Can you drive any slower?" I ask irritated. She looks at me through the rearview mirror.

"I thought you would quit doing these Cat." She replies. Of course we don't talk about me street fighting to anyone, especially my eight year old sister, who was currently sitting in the car playing with some barbie thing.

"I need to. It... It's the only way to stop..." I trail off. I hear Jenny sigh but I notice she speeds up a bit more. I smile, Jenny is the only one who understands what I am going through. I knew that her brother was forced into gang life and then he got away thanks to the police and her, but her brother still ended up dead. At first when she found out about what I do. What I did. She freaked. She started telling me off and giving me reasons not to do it. I then explained and I remember she then walked out my room and wouldn't talk to me for a whole month. I rember how she eventually came to me and told me to be careful but she accepted the fact that I couldn't leave. I was careful until now. That is why we are moving. To get away from what I did.

"Stop what?" Poppy, my little sister asks.

"Stop myself... From um... Becoming paranoid about the place... So that I can settle down well." I say. I confuse myself with what I am saying and Poppy gives me a frown but quickly forgets about it and nods her head. Jenny looks at me through the mirror.

"I don't know when yet but your mother will be coming down here at some point to see you and the new house," she reminds us. I groan inside. Me and my mother don't not get on. When I mean not get on I mean we don't talk to each other unless we are arguing. She thinks I did something... Something horrible that I can never let out, because I believe it now, and the pain is to much to bear.

When we finally arrive at the new house I get out the car, keen to have a look around. All of our stuff was moved up here awhile ago so it should be unpacked except from clothes and a few other things.

"Hey Jen, I'll be back in an hour or so, gonna take a look around and get used to this place." I shout heading towards the garage. I hear her sigh and mumble something,

"Yeah okay. Be back before five if you want dinner though!" She replies. I smile and open the garage letting my baby see sunlight. She is a Harley... I'm not sure which type but a very old one. I found her in a junk yard and then fixed her up and gave her a new look, so she doesn't look like an original, more of a unique one. I jump on and start the engine. Reving it and loving the sound. This is my escape... Well one of them. I ride out the garage and speed off. I storm around town and get a few looks from people but I just go past them. I reach an abandoned looking house and hear some loud shouting and music. Parking my bike I get off and lock it not wanting anyone to steal it. I then walk into the house and see a bunch of people sitting in one of the rooms and out the back door. I look at them and some give me a few glances but just ignore me. Except for one guy. He has the guts to come up to me and smack my butt. I quickly grab his wrist and turn him around forcing his arm to go behind his back and pushing it higher. He let's out a whimper and I catch more peoples attention.

"I would let him go if I was you..." Someone whispers into my ear. I feel the warmth of their body then coming around me.

"And why is that?" I reply sweetly. He takes a minute to reply, clearly not expecting me to have said that.

"Because he just happens to be brother to someone high up in the gang." The guy whispers. At the mention of gang I drop his arm pushing him forward and turn around so fast it should've given me whiplash.

"I'm not afraid of gangs, so why should I be afraid of someone coming out wanting to beat me? Plenty of people do, and besides what sort of guy gets his brother to do all his dirty work because he is too weak? Certingly no man!" I spit in his face before taking a proper look at him. He black hair is quite long and flicked to one side. His perfectly tanned and toned body is half covered showing his six pack and abs. He has tattoos running up and down his arm and then one very gang like tattoo on his right collar bone. His blue eyes bore into me, squinting because they are trying to find something. Keeping my face nochalent I look back into his eyes.

"You should not talk to me like that, but as you are new I'll let it slide. Just know one thing girl... Never get on the wrong side of a gang leader, it will most likely be the last thing you'll do." He growls at me and turns around about to walk off.

"And you should know to never get on the wrong side of a street fighter... It too may also be the last thing you will ever do!" I say. He stops and stiffens his back, clearly debating whether or not to say something but goes against it and carries on out. I role my eyes and walk back out the front door of this house. I see a few people crowded around my motorbike and as I get on and the boys frown at me,

"That seriously can't be yours." One says. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"Course it is!" I reply and start the engine revving it before speeding off home.