The Styles Triplets

Chapter 33

"You two idiots. Wake up!" A voice says, then all of a sudden a pillow is thrown at me face.

"What the fuck dude!?" Edward yells sitting up, whilst I mumble something that is both inhuman and incoherent.

"Chace is here and wants to talk to you two," the voice says.

I lift my arm up, with the pillow on my face and shout, "No!" My index finger is pointed in the air, and I most likely look like an idiot.

I hear a snicker and the pillow is pulled off of my face so my eyes burn. "I know how vampires feel," I say, covering my eyes and rolling over.

I feel the bed shift, most likely Edward getting up, and someone starts to poke me.

"Baylee, your big, bad, buff, blockhead of a brother wants to talk to you and Edward," the voice says.

"I don't want to see his ugly head," I say, now covering my ears.

"Too bad," another voice says, that makes me quickly get into a sitting position and squinting at Chace.

"Hi," I say, lazily smiling. The look of Chace's face does not say that he is in a happy mood.

"Edward and you. In the meeting room. Five minutes!" He orders, and marches out.

I look at Edward and notice he has changed a bit.

"Where have your tattoos gone?" I ask, really confused.

"Baylee, I've never had tattoos..." He says.

"Then where are your glasses, Marcel?" I ask, scratching my jaw.

"I'm not Marcel either," he says laughing.

"Oh. Hi Harry," I say, laying back down.

"You heard the boss. We have to get to the meeting room ASAP," the read Edward says emerging from the bathroom.

"Be a darl Harry. Go take my place," I say, patting his arm.

"Can't do that," Harry says laughing at me. "She's not a morning person is she?" Harry asks Edward.

"Nope. Not at all," Edward says laughing, and walking towards me.

He grabs hold of me and tosses me over his shoulder and heads out of the room.

"I can walk," I tell him, looking at his fit bum.

"I know. But you're lazy and you won't," he says.

I pat his bum and say, "spot on."

We made it to the meeting room where Edward finally puts me down. "What is the time anyway?" I ask, realising there is nothing underground to tell me the time.

Harry looks at me quickly, and keeps walking forward, past the room, whilst saying, "five in the morning."

What?!

I look at Edward and smirks at me, opening the door, knowing I won't complain about the time in front of Chace. God damn it.

"Nice of you two to spend the night," Chace says, sitting in his chair with his arms crossed and a hard look on his face.

Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or didn't even go to sleep because it's five fucking a.m.

"Well, you know. When in need of a bed..." I start to say, taking a seat. Before I could sit down, Edward pulls me up to stand next to him.

I give him a glare, which I'm sure he saw, but doesn't acknowledge it.

"Why are you two here?" Chace asks, glaring at Edward.

Lots of glares this fine morning. Or night. Or time to be sleeping.

Before I can start to speak and answer brother's question, Edward starts talking. "One of Woodmen's dummy's tried to either kill me, or kidnap Baylee, or do both last night. I knew if I came here they wouldn't follow and attack."

"Woodmen?" Chace asks, looking at me. "This one's father?"

"Yes, sir," Edward replies.

So, the gang my dead biological father was the boss of, tried to kidnap me. Great. Just great.

"Why me?" I ask. Obviously it was a stupid question because both Chace and Edward looked at me like a grew a third head. Not a second, a third one.

"Uhm," Edward starts to say. "You're a top target. Now that Dylan is in jail, they believe they can finally get what is rightfully theirs."

"I am nobody's. I belong to me, and I own myself," I say proudly.

"Not in this world," Chace says standing up.

"Why are you here?" I ask him, wanting to know.

"Excuse me?" Chace says. Edward grabs a hold of arm, a silent plea from him.

"Why are you here?" I ask again.

"I don't understand," Chace says, crossing his arms.

"As soon as you were old enough, you left home. You ran away, month on end before then. And now, all of a sudden you more back in town. I don't want to here that you hated Dylan, because I know the truth. You looked up to him. You wanted to be like the monster that killed our mother. You weren't there. You didn't see what I saw. And you know why?! Because you had left the day before.

"I grew up thinking this is what happens in normal families. But I realised when I was old enough that it doesn't. Only in fucked up families. You say you love me, when in actual fact, I can tell that you secretly hate me. You've looked at me and treated me like I am a piece of dirt on your shoe. So now tell me. Why the fuck are you here?" I say. By the time I had finished, I had a constant stream of tears, falling down my face.

Chace looks at me. The face that I have grown up with finally showing. The one where he looks at me like he regrets me.

"You want to know why?" He says. I don't answer because he knows I do. "It's because my father had given every second to this gang. He considered more of a family than our own. And I want to keep that up."

"In other words, you want to become a monster," I say. I had finally stopped crying and was now looking at him with pity.

"I don't know why you want to run this gang, when you don't know the first thing about it," he says.

"And what? You do?" I ask crossing my arms.

"I was here every weekend. When I ran away, this is where I was. So yes, I do," he says.

I roll my eyes at him and he walks out of the room.

"I'm sorry you had to hear and see that," I say to Edward, turning around and looking up at him.

He just smiles a soft smile and mutters, "come on," whilst dragging me out of the room, and to the room across from us.

"Now, we go back to school tomorrow. So this is a crash course on how to defend yourself. So pay attention to what I say and you'll be fine," he says, strapping me up and giving me protective gear.

"When's breakfast?" I ask him, before he puts in my mouth guard.

"Not until nine," he says smirking.

I groan and he gets into a fighting position of some sort.

"Come at me," Edward says smirking.