Bad Boy Gone Good

38. Amnesia

"I will be glad to do that and knock some sense into your ass." Josh mumbled loud enough for us to hear.

"So, I am just done with this conversation. When you guys want to make a plan, tell me. I'll be upstairs." He started to walk up the stairs and I called him back as a glance of hope sparked in his eyes.

"Don't see Amelia, until we have some type of clue of what to do." I said softly, with everyone staring at me.

"You won't let me see my own daughter!" He came downstairs charging at me until he got with inches away from me.

"Step away Vin, I don't want this to get any worse than it has." Tristan said as he pulled me back and stepped in front of me.

"Stop Tristan, I want him to do something. Hit me, do what you want. I'm ending up dead anyways, right?" I said while staring into his eyes.

"Wow, you guys are going to do this to me? My own friends and family think I am too dangerous to see my own daughter. Josh what about you and your girlfriend? Son that you left behind in Colorado? Ice, what about your brother?" Vincent said with no remorse in his eyes. Mel looked at Josh and everyone just waited for her reaction. But, all she did was remain motionless and in shock. Tristan looked at Vincent and punched him twice.

"Don't you dare talk about Ontrel ever. You could get more than that." Tristan said as he went upstairs and Vincent was left picking himself up.

"I should have gave you a couple of punches. You know damn well that Ice and I put together leads to a powerful and terrible death, you may have just fucked up my life. But, you are my brother and I wouldn't want that for you." Melanie was slowly walking up the stairs as Josh caught up to her and she fell into his arms sobbing silently.

Vincent looked at me and I couldn't say a word to him. I looked at Erica and she just shook his head, motioning me to go upstairs and check on Tristan as she will take care of Vincent.

I walked upstairs and heard someone rustling through things from Tristan's room. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was going to see. As I opened the door, I saw Tristan looking for something through his bag. He reached for a belt, wrapping it tightly around his hand and saw me and slowly walked towards me.

"I can't deal with life anymore Nova. It's too much pain. I need to beat the troubles out of me." I grabbed him and lifted him up.

"No you aren't. You aren't ending nothing. He will be fine, I promise you. Just stick with me." I said as I finally let the tears fall through my face.

"We'll get through it together?" He said softly, I gave him a reassuring nod. He held my hand and released his grip around the belt, dropping it to the side.

I've never seen someone more comfortable to break down like this in front of me. I never felt more helpless in my life, to see Tristan just completely break down and want to beat himself to death because of this crazy experience that we all must go through because of Vincent's drama. We had to go through all this?

What if Vanessa kills Melanie and I? She's already had a life death experience with Josh's brother. I don't think she could handle another one and to be quite honest, neither could I. Vanessa is planning each step to either kill us, send us to jail, or bribe us. I doubt Erica will take it which means that's just another person in jail or dead. Amelia is going to start to remember things and I don't want her to remember something as crazy and dangerous as this. At this very moment, that bitch is fifteen steps ahead and we are at step one. Step one? More like going with the motherfucking flow. We look like we are just basically waiting for her to kill us.

We need to come together regardless of what Vincent did to us. At the end of the day, she is the enemy. Not him. Tristan and I called everyone downstairs after I checked on Amelia, we all sat as Vincent stood against the wall. I glared at him and smacked the back of his head.

"Sit." I growled as he smirked and followed.

"Was hitting me necessary?" He said as he held the back of his head.

"Look, we need to come up with some type of plan against her. Other-"

"Than that we are sitting ducks waiting to be shot at." Tristan finished my sentence as I gave him a little smile.

"So, how is this plan going to work then? It's like she has eyes on all of us." Josh said.

"That's why we play the game illusion. See something you do see and replace it with reality." Tristan said as Josh dapped him up and they did a handshake that made us all smile a little bit.

"Then what am I doing? Since everyone seems to be against me at the moment." We all turned our head and looked at him in either anger or disappointment.

"You'll be the main key." Tristan said nonchalant.

"Ice, I didn't mean to talk about Ontrel like that. You know me, if I feel hurt I attack with the same hurt that I feel inside. Are we good?" Vincent said as he stood up in front of Tristan.

"Just forget about it. It's whatever." Vincent came in for a dap, but Tristan moved out of the way and had him trip.

"I thought that we were good?"

"You talked about Ontrel when I was just telling you to tell everyone here about the mess you have created. You told everyone about Josh's son, knowing damn well that it's not his kid. It's that bitch best friend son from another deadbeat." Josh stood up almost making Mel flick her head up quickly.

"Wait, Jovan isn't mine?" Everyone remained silent, but Melanie and I were straight lost. Erica remained silent as she watched the boys handle it out on their own.

"No. She admitted to pinning him on you when you guys left Colo. She thought it was hat's best for her baby boy. If you see him now Josh, he looks nothing like you. Probably the eye color, but other than that nothing is similar between you two. I'm sorry." Josh started to breathe heavy and looked at Vincent. He charged at him again, grabbing his collar.

"So, we have been here for almost two years and you didn't tell me that he wasn't mine? I should beat the shit out of you. I thought that you had my back like I have always had yours." He dropped his collar and sat back down with Mel.