A single bullet // M.C ✔️

27

"Nickyyyy," I heard a voice call me out of my sleep as my body was lifted off the plush ground to a firmer one. "Babe, it's time to wake up," vibrations traveled up and down my body as the voice spoke once more.

"Five more minutes," I begged.

"We have to get ready to go to your family's house. You know your dad will be waiting for you," I smiled softly before dropping it.

"Dad?" I opened my eyes at that meeting Calum's own pair. "He's there?"

"Why wouldn't he be, silly?" Calum laughed, sitting up and making me follow his movement as I was on his chest.

"He was killed?" Right?

"I think you had a weird dream, Nicky," Calum furrowed his brows, placing a tanned hand on my forehead. "You feel okay," he stated.

"I feel fine," I stood up, finally pushing myself fully off him, looking around this room. This is definitely my bedroom. "I know what happened though. You killed him."

"I think you had one of those dreams, Nicky, where everything feels real. I promise you your dad's alive, and I definitely didn't kill him," he chuckled, standing up and stretching, his joggers sliding down a bit, revealing his V line. I snapped my eyes up to his again, confusion clear on my face.

"You're in a gang,"

"I work in my grandma's café, Nicky. You know this,"

"It was all a dream," I breathed out, relief filling me.

"It was all a dream."

"Mom!" I pulled my mom into a tight hug as soon as she opened the door, breathing in her familiar scent. "You won't believe what I thought happened."

"No time for that, dear. Your dad's waiting for you in the living room. It's been a while since that place gave you a day off." Mom smiled, pulling my head to her and gently kissing my forehead. After she said a quick hello to Calum, we were ushered into the living room where Dad was sitting. I found myself freezing as I looked him over, no marks, no missing limbs, no hidden X. He was really alive.

"Dad!"

"Oh my, Nic, you're never usually this excited to see me." Dad laughed, opening his arms and pulling me to him as I stepped closer.

"She thought you were killed."

"I don't want to talk about it," I firmly spoke as he looked at me, wanting to ask a bunch of questions. He was really here. "Is Kensie coming over?" I needed to speak to her about this all. She would make me understand.

"Already here, Nic," I spun and looked her over. Her normal look consisted of black and white bandana-style trousers and a crop top of some sort, this one being a skull.

"You dyed your hair?" The purple hair was now dyed a vibrant red, making me raise a brow.

"I've had this red for months, Nicky. What are you on about?" she stepped closer to me, looking up at me slightly through her lashes. She had purple. I knew she had purple; I could clearly see her with purple in my mind.

"She's having an off day," Calum muttered, stepping closer to me and placing his hand on my back.

"She's been drugged," Kensie stated.

"I haven't been drugged!" I couldn't believe what my ears were picking up.

"I never said that, Nicky. You sure you're okay?" My head started spinning as she asked that question again to me. Am I okay? I should be. Those words definitely left her mouth.

"Michael!"

"Who's Michael?" I looked at Kensie, flicking between her and Calum. "Someone tell me what's happening."

"Nothing's happening. Did something happen to you?" She stepped up.

"Michael! Get in here now!" Her voice was coming from her, but her mouth wasn't moving. She was just staring. "You drugged Nicky!"

"Kensie?" I turned as my mind grew more fuzzy, facing my family. "Dad?" He was lying on the floor, a single X carved into his skin, mysteriously killed. "Dad!" My body nearly collapsed into itself as I stared at the dead body on the floor in front of me. "Dad, please," I begged, letting my knees buckle and hands slap off the floor next to him. "You can't be dead, not again."

"Nicky?" I looked up at Calum with venom clear in my features.

"You did this," I sneered. "You killed him."

"Nicky wake up," Kensie. I moved my head to where she was just standing to find she wasn't there; she had vanished into thin air; vanished back into my mind.

"Nicky wake up," I muttered, grabbing at my hair and pulling at it. The strands tightened around my fingers. "Wake up Nicky," I repeated.

"How much did you give her?" How much of what did someone give me? I'm passed out here. Wake up Nicky. "You're lucky she'll kill you herself, and I don't have to," Kensie. Kensie, where are you? Help me please. "Luke, you said this wouldn't be like this!" Luke, I knew he was a part of this.

"It'll wear off, babe. Stop worrying. Calum went a bit over the top." Calum drugged me. What is happening? My life was so simple before I met these people.

"Luke, she should be awake by now," I felt movement to the left of me as I felt my body lying on something soft. "She's going to kill me," no, not you, Kensie, the boys possibly.

"I promise you she'll wake up. Look, she's already moving," my leg twitched to the side as a groan found its way leaving my lips; my headache feeling and getting more intense.

"Someone has some explaining to do," I groaned, lifting a tired hand and opening my eyes, shielding them from the bright light above me.

The room was white, and I was lying on a plush mattress with a dark-coloured blanket spread out on it. Kensie was to my left, looking down at me, and Luke was slightly behind her, looking over my body.

"You're okay," she sighed in relief, flickering her eyes up and down my body.

"I'm weird," I scoffed, still feeling like jelly but putting all my effort into pushing my heavy-feeling body up to a sitting position. "Now, someone fucking explain before I go and kill Calum myself."

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