chapter eight

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No one would call my dad weak. But this was too much. I had to speak out.

“what?!", I screamed.

“mom explain. NOW!", I finished.

“w-well we met on your dad's cruise ship and became friends. One night, your dad and I had an argument so I went to Ben's house. We had sex and since then, we fell in love.", my mom said.

“bullshit!", I screamed. I was pass angry now. I was fucking pissed. How dare she do this?

“you fucked my dad's best friend, it's been happening since I was a child.  And now your talking about love? Fuck that!", to say my mom was angry would be an understatement.

I didn't get a chance to blink before my head snapped to the side and I registered that she slapped me.

It seriously hurt like a bitch but I covered that up with the coldest stare I could come up with.

“don't comment on things you know nothing about, you ungrateful little slut! I sacrificed alot for your dad."

When mom called me a slut something that I didn't know was still there broke. I wasn't surprised though because a few years back I was worst than my two sisters combined.

I started to smirk to cover the hurt I felt.

“well mom, the chip doesn't fall far from the block." And with that, I grabbed my keys and I was on my way to my safe place.

KEVAL POV

“hey, bro", I greeted my brother, Joey. He was 19, while I was 16 but we were pretty close.

“hey, man. Dad wants to talk to us", he replied.

Great. Anytime our step dad wanted to talk to us, it was always be a mission.

“what now?"

“you know what.", my brother snorted.

“okay where-", I was cut off by my step dad as he entered.

“I'm right here.", I heard his intimidating voice.

“it's obvious.", I rolled my eyes.

“I'm gonna cut your balls off if you don't stop being a smart ass",
He replied in his thick New York accent.

I didn't bother replying because I knew that he would and could do it if he had the chance.

“what do you want to talk to us about?", my brother cut in.

“well, I would mostly like to talk to Keval.", he said giving me a wicked look.

“about? Just hurry up. I have places to be.", I said while rolling my eyes.

The truth is though, I wanted to talk to Paris about that day in her room. She didn't want to be friends but I wanted to be. I had to prove to her that I could be a great friend. Most girls would jump at this kind of opportunity. But Paris was different.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my step dad.

“ I heard that there is a new gang leader for the Vendettas.", he said.

“since when?"

“well she's not really new. She has been the leader since her dad died but I'm just hearing about her."

Her? It couldn't be a girl. The Vendettas is one of the most powerful gang there is.

HER?!", my brother and I asked in unison.

My step dad seemed amused by our outburst because he just chuckled.

“yes. Her. And she happens to go to you school too, Keval.", I was really shocked this time.

“what?", I asked.

“yep. Her name is something about a country. Egypt? France? I can't remember but I have some pictures.", he finished.

He revealed a brown manilla envelope. He took out some pictures and showed them to us. There was a girl in ripped jeans, black tank top and a black leather jacket. She also had pink hair.

It can't be.   I took the picture for closer inspection and I was met by a beautiful African American girl with pink hair who looked familiar.

“seems like you recognize her. Use your charms and let her trust you or else." And with that my step dad turned to leave but stopped in his tracks.

“oh and her name is Paris."



Cliffhanger anyone? How am I doing so far? Should Paris be friends with Keval? Picture of Keval at the top.(diggy Simmons)

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