The freezing wind bit the tip of my nose, making me shiver despite being bundled in heavy clothing. It had started to snow slightly, small white crystals fell from the sky, sticking to the ground at my feet. It was days like this I wish Could've used the car, but i decided to get hammered and now i am Forced walk home in below freezing weather.
The cold kept me slightly focused, despite how much I drank earlier. I made a good attempt to walk normally; which took a lot of concentration.
I blinked several times, trying to get the blur out of my vision, but to no avail, the flickering streetlights above gave about as much light as a match, but we were used to it.
There was a school in this town, but, when I walk by I see students beating the shit out of each other or practically having sex in the courtyard. I wouldn't be surprised if teachers weren't even background checked.
I felt for the gun deeply hidden in my jeans, I was well known around here. Which isn't such a good thing. Bad neighborhood, bad people, bad everything. You avoid everyone except the people in your gang, you can hear shot blasts from down the street. It's unsafe, which is the main reason why no children and families live around here.
Yes, gangs. People around here rely on one another in a... Unusual way. You have a group of people you trust with your life, this group is vital to survival.
You owe someone money, you'll probably be dead, or at least brutally pounded on, maybe even raped, before next morning by the guy himself or his gang.
The one thing this place doesn't tolerate is beating on women. Nobody beats on women, but if you even dare to, you'll be tortured by everyone you see. Everybody knows everything about you, and you have just made enemies if almost everyone in town.
i was in deep thought about our lifestyle here when i slammed into someone, they swore but kept going at a brisk pace, I saw blood on his hands, nothing new, but still disturbing. I turned around and kept going my own way, I can't create a fight like this. I turned a corned and stopped dead.
I felt a shiver run down my spine and arms. The tips of my fingers and toes tingled at the scene in front of me.
A boy was leaning on the wall, bleeding from multiple spots on his face, wearing only a torn and bloodied shirt, and baggy -also bloody- pants. He was clutching his stomach, tear lines marked his face, and he trembled of the cold and pain. He whimpered as he fell to the ground.
I slowly walked over, and I crouched down to look closely at his face. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at me. I cupped his cheek with , my hand and he cringed away, tears streaming down his face once more.
Before I realized what I was doing I picked him up and cradled him in my arms, carrying him back towards the house. He trembled in my arms, but didn't struggle. He was cold, freezing, his skin felt like ice against mine.
We soon arrived at the house, where I kicked open the door, even though it was locked.
"Louis you fricking wanker!" Liam yelled from the kitchen, "We just got that door replaced!"
"Does is look like I give a shit?" I sassed. I walked over to the couch and laid the boy down. Liam scowled and Zayn came into the room. He frowned at the door, and looked towards me. "You drank about five to many beers, Tomlinson. Get your shit together. Who's the kid?!" He scowled towards the boy. I glared at Zayn, unafraid of him even though he is the leader of our gang.
"Not sure. But I found him all bloody lookin' and I brought 'Im home 'cause he'... I dunno." I slurred out. Zayn rolled his eyes and sighed. "Liam, you fix the boy up a bit, and Louis," he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "you need to sleep." I groaned and wobbled up the steps to my room, pushing past Niall, who was cleaning a gun, and eating a piece of pizza.
I slammed my door, then winced at the noise. I fell onto my bed, and thought, 'why did I being the boy home?' Before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
