Dear Gang Leader (COMPLETE)

Dear Gang Leader - 31

She crashed into the wooden crate - splinters flew in every direction and a large piece of glass smashed on her head; her hands protecting her face last minute.Her book lay beside her, forgotten as Gordon yelled profanities before another vase smashed beside her, large shards of glass digging into her skin. A yell only just managed to escape her lips as she was lifted up and thrown into the dusty unstable bookcase which toppled over, heavy books crashing down on her before the heavy mahogany trapped her. There she lay, unconscious under a pile of glass, splinters, wood, books and an old heavy bookcase.

In the Dreads' hideout, Carl put a roll of weed to his lips, puffing in the strong smoke with a blanc face. He didn't want to think of leaving his gang - but - truth be told, they didn't stand a chance with someone like him. A dead man he was - but now he'd joined those who wanted to murder him; he was alive. Well, physically anyway. His mind wandered anyway as he remembered what this gang did to Ava. He remembered how badly she had been beaten, and how he was caught crying for her by the entire gang. Luckily he had enough respect for them not to tell Ava about it - if they had then he was sure to drown in embarrassment beyond repair. Ava. He'd left her - and the gang. He'd left them with a video. Not a proper goodbye or anything. He didn't even say goodbye to Ava. Suddenly and urge came over him. He wanted to see her and at least say goodbye properly. So he gathered his things and left for her flat. Of course she wasn't there - she was stuck under a shelf unconscious. Swearing under his breath he turned to leave when a middle aged man came up to him. The landlord.

"A'ight sonny? come to finally drop off rent for yer girl?" he asked sceptical.

"Rent? Avery always pays her rent on time."

"2 months mate. 2 Months no pay - I haven't seen her once - al the notes I left are always there the next time I come see?" He pointed to the note on the door which spelt Need Rent, final deadline next week 

he re-read it, not believing it. Ava always payed her rent on time. He felt a pang in his chest. Something was wrong.

"No - that can't be" he whispered. then a thought hit him - she was probably at work! He pushed past the Landlord and ran top speed to the cafe to find Diana.

"D!"

She spun 'round and gasped.

"C-Carl?"

"Where's Avery?!"

"Wh-why? she was here yesterday and didn't come to her shift today probably isn't feeling well - Carl what happened? where were you?"

"Something's wrong.She never misses work - how could she get a cold in summer?" He whispered more to himself that Diana. "D - We need to find her, where would she be other than the flat?"

"uhhh - hideout? no, it's been sold... ummmm.... Her old house!"

"yes!" he yelled out, before running with Diana hot on his heels with worry written over both their faces.

Back home Gordon stared at the scene before him and stepped back - had he killed her? 

"Oh my God. I'm sorry Avery. I'm sorry." He cried. No reply. Shaking his head he realised he'd killed her. So he grabbed essentials and left the house, speeding away without a second thought - or that is, no thought other than the consequences of murder. Soon he was nowhere to be found.

Carl was now a good 10 minutes ahead of a huffing Diana. He thrashed through the house to find it empty. Yet, he knew something was wrong when he saw the door wide open. The entire house was silent. Every room was neat and tidy - the only place they hadn't checked was the basement. The 2 stampeded down only to see the mess. Carl spotted an unmoving arm under the shelf coated in blood. He hauled up the shelf and dropped to the floor next to Avery's still body. Her face was ghastly pale, cuts covered her from head to toe - glass stuck in most wounds and her arm was at a scarily crooked angle. 

"AVERY?! AVA - no no no no no" Carl yelled as he shook her motionless body. Diana pried him off, his face almost as pale as Avery's as she checked her pulse. Diana felt bitter sweet as she felt the light beat. It was faint - but it was there. Carl spotted the book and picked it up grabbing it to his chest and praying she was alive

"She's alive - but we need to get her to a hospital - she's just barely breathing, who knows how long she's been here?"

Soon the were rushed to hospital. Carl sat head in hands. It was his fault; he thought - If he hadn't left then none of this wouldn't have happened. What even happened? He lifted his head and turned to Diana whose eyes were red. She didn't even ask what the hell was going on with him. Carl turned his head to the chair beside him to find the Navy blue book beside him. Avery's name written in graffiti on the front. He picked it up and sighed. He had seen her at school, always carrying this around - Avery.N is what it said on the cover. He read it again and clenched his fist. He didn't even know her second name. He didn't know anything about her - yet he lead her into all of this. 

Sighing he opened the book hoping to find some serenity in whatever was inside. The first few pages were slogans like WHO AM I? and DREAMERS LIE. Intrigued by the emotion on the pages he continued. It was around halfway that he saw the first one. The first letter - to 'Gang Leader' and it took him a moment to realise that 'Gang Leader' was him. these were letters to him. One by one, he read them. By the end his fist was clenched tight to show white knuckles. He resisted the urge to smash something right then. How had he not seen this before? She was being abused. The fights .. they were a cover up of this 'Gordon' Guys outcomes. She wasn't being bullied! He couldn't help it. He ran outside and smashed up some crate near the park across the hospital. He repeatedly  punched the rough brick, willing himself to feel pain - to feel Ava's pain so he could understand her and take that pain away from her. He punched harder each time yet felt nothing. Soon He's being pulled away by Diana and someone wraps up his raw bleeding fist.Diana is holding back cries as silent tears fall down her face while watching the state of her closest family. Turned out carl broke two fingers - even though he felt nothing. Soon they're sitting back in the waiting room. Waiting. He hates it. Always has. If he didn't have to wait then he would still be in the gang. Ava would be fine - He thinks as he tries his hardest to wait without any reaction that was too harmful - despite the dark night, he does, he waits. For Avery.N. It's the least she deserves, he thinks.