short stuff

junk yard dogs

the doorbell rang but i didnt move to get it. my brother would have to get it.

"uh.. tyler get over here!" my brother yelled. i grumbled and grabbed a jacket. i was only wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.

"what!?" i yelled but stopped short when i saw who was in the doorway.

"so the junkyard dogs are back... hold on..." i shook my head and ran to my room. i quickly put on jeans and my high tops. i pulled my messy hair back into a pony tail. i searched through the desk drawers before i finally pulled out the large pack of bandages and sterilizing spray.

shaking my head as i got to the door looking between the three idiots. "come on ill patch you up outside." they were covered in bruises and scratches. they smiled sheepishly and blushing. "what? if you know them why cant they come in! theyre beat up!" my brother said confused.

"i dont want their flees in my house." i said harshly to my brother who just looked more confused.

"its fine. we'll stay outside." the 'leader', adrian, said grinning and scratching the back of his tattooed neck. he had spiked, black hair. covered in tattoos along with bruises. they were all wearing matching clothes. black jeans, black tank top, and a single silver chain around their necks.

i pushed my brother out of the way and got out the spray. "so.. whose hurt the most?" i asked and they gently pushed the runt, xavier, to the front. he had long brown hair and matching eyes. a lip ring on his already swollen lips. maybe the runt but definitly the tallest at 6'5. adrian was only 5'8 and logan 6'2. i was only 5'4.

"hey brother get a fold out chair from the closet will you?" he scoffed and a moment later had the chair. i pushed xavier into the chair and examined his arms, which seemed the worst. a deep gash ran down his right arm. i sighed not even bothering to ask what happened.

"the dogs from the west are back..." the guard, logan, says. he had shaggy short brown hair and his eyes were brown(right) and yellow(left). though he didnt look as beat up as xavier, he was covered in bruises and you know he was defending xavier. they were brothers and protected eachother with their lives.

"brother.. please get a towel and a bottle of water." i said carefully spraying the bruises on xiavier. "and pain killers." i stood up from the crouched position i was in.

"sit." i said and they both sat on the grass. i walked over to adrian whose head was bleeding. my brother came back out with everything.vi took out a few pain killer and gave 2 to xavier and 1 to logan. i took the water and slowly poured it over the blood. carefully wiping his head. slowly i wrapped a bandage around his head.

he said thank you and i moved back to xavier. " i dont think youll need stitches but im going to wrap it very tightly.." i say as i clean and spray the gash.

"just do what you have to. i can take it." he said and logan winced as i wrapped it. he took his brothers pain more than xavier did himself.

"i know you guys didnt just come here to have me bandage you up. what do you want." i say as i step away from him.

"we need help. to take down the west dogs." adrian says and the others stares turn cold.