No Good ≫ t.c

Chapter 41

Rebeca's Pov

I walk right behind him into this alley, I stop walking and lean against the wall I take a deep breath and pull out my gun. Walking slow, my emotions are getting the best of me all the abusive all the hurt all the betrayal. I don't care who I kill.

I look up and my heart drops.

"Shit."

Taylor's Pov

"Do you think she's okay babyboy?" I ask panda my voice full with worry.

Panda looks up to me and lays his head on my lap as I pet his fur. I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes trying to get my mind off of worrying too much.

My worry didn't go away at all, I have this really bad feeling in my gut. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen. Fuck I really need to get my mind off of the thinking something bad is happening to Rebeca.

I lightly take panda off my lap and place him in the couch as I walk to the basement were my punching bag is. I wrap up my knuckles and take all my worry and stress out on the bag. I punch and punch until one of my knuckles start to bleed. Unwrapping my knuckles I see that I have a glass stuck in my skin, I look confused at my knuckles and see something shiny poking out from the bag.

"Oh who ever fucking did this, I'm going to kill them slowly and painfully I swear." I say to myself.

Taking the pocket knife from my ankle I cut open the bag and find glass everywhere inside. I quickly remove the bag and throw it on the ground. I grab a cigarette from the table and light it, I blow out the smoke feeling every muscle relax. (A.N: DONT EVER SMOKE. GOD IS ALWAYS WATCHING!)

I walk up stairs to the backyard and take out my gun, I shoot at the dummy I bought for training a while ago. Note to self I really need to buy a new one because I've shot almost everyplace on the body and it's really worn out. As I'm shooting I glance down for a second and I hear a gun fire, I quickly look up and see the dummies head is completely gone. I aim quickly at the person who shot it and see a girl with a smirk plastered on her face. She has a blunt in between her lips and a gun in her tiny hands.

The girl has a piercing on her nose and a tattoo on her shoulder and blonde hair but her roots are showing, she's wearing a very small shirt so you can see her belly button piercing. I'm still aiming the gun at her head but she's not aiming her gun at me.

"Are we just going to stare at each other all day?" The mysterious girl asks raising her eyebrows at me.

"Who the fuck are you? And you better fucking answer before I blow your brains out." I growl at her but her smirk doesn't leave.

"Wow never remember you this mean Taylor." She lightly chuckles.

"We never fucking met and you still didn't answer my question." I say with no amusement in my tone.

"I'm Hazel you dipshit does that name ring a bell?" Hazel says now very serious.

Her name did sound really familiar. God please don't tell me I got get pregnant, or owe her money. Wait I don't owe anyone money so that's out of the picture. I look at Hazel a little bit more and she reminds me of my older sister. Maybe because she's acting like a bitch.

"You remember me Taylor I know you do, I may live in the deepest part of your memory but I know I'm in there somewhere." Hazel starts walking towards me. I haven't lowered my gun and I won't until I can really know who she is.

"Who the fuck are you?!" My voice is getting a tad louder.

"Maybe this will help you remember." Hazel grabs something from her pocket and throws it at me. I quickly grab it not taking my eyes off of her, I look down at the back of what seem to be a picture. I turn it around to see my family and I look at all familiar faces but one it's a little girl, she's clinging on to me and I'm holding her as if my life depended on it.

I remember a little girl when I was about 5 but my parents told me it was an imaginary friends when I got older. The little girl in the picture looks exactly like my imaginary friend looked. I see my dad and my siblings which causes pain to tug my heart, it's all my fault. Such a good brother and son I was.

"Where did you get this?" I ask her while shaking the picture.

"My father gave it to me when I was about 3." Hazel simply says taking another step towards me.

"And who the fuck is your father?" I ask again staying in my exact stop.

Hazel walk right next to me and points at the picture. She pointing at my dad, I look up at her like she crazy.

"That's my dad Steven, my mom Angela, my oldest brother Nick, my sister Gwen, my brother Damian, and my brother Taylor." Hazel says pointing at everyone in my family.

"You aren't my sister." I step away from her and shake my head viscously.

"Really because last time I checked I am." Hazel replies with anger and sarcasms in her voice. She once again pull something out of her pocket and gives it to me.

      Hazel Jay Caniff
Born:
         December 16 1997
Place:
         Silver Creek, Indiana                        
Parents:
      Steven Caniff and Angela Caniff

"Dad and Mom decided to give me up for adoption when I was 3, I remember dad saying this will keep me safe. That picture was the only piece of my real family I had, dad and mom always sent me letters but I wanted more. I wanted to be home. Maybe that's why I'm such a fuck up cause my own fucking parents didn't want me! THEY TOLD ME THEY LOVED ME IN LETTERS BUT THEY NEVER CAME TO VISIT!" Hazel was regularly saying until she started hitting the soft parts then started yelling but no sign of crying.

"Hey calm down." I look at her and place my hand on her shoulder she takes a deep breath and continues.

"I ran away when I was 10, my adoptive parents always got mad at me cause I was such a troublemaker and still proudly am. One of my adoptive brothers were older than me and was in a gang so of course I wanted in. After a few years guess who became the leader of East Killers, Florida's most wanted criminals. I know for a hard cold fact I'm not the only one wanted Mr. Caniff. Anyways I did my research and found you so that's all I got right now." Hazel say laughing for some reason.

"So what do you want? Do you to stay here or something?" I ask walking inside and Hazel following close by.

"Well I wanted to see my brother after 14 years but who cares right." Hazel walks pass me and goes to the kitchen.

My phone goes off and I answer it without checking the caller id.

"Hello?"

"Is this Taylor?" A British voice on the other line asks.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Don't fucking get loud with me."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Rebeca is in jail."

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I start school next week :( fml

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~Skittlesmeniddles