Branded

Chapter 15

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Michael is picking me up at 7:30 for a date. At least, he is supposed to. I look at the clock and find that he is late already. I decide to text him.

"Hey, babe. You gonna be here soon?"

"Hung up at the moment. Be there soon."

I wait for another twenty minutes before texting him again. He doesn't reply this time. I give up and leave the diner. I pull Michael's jacket close around my body and just walk alone. I hear shouting in an alley and then a voice like Michael's silence all the others. Curiosity gets the best of me and I sneak down the ally.

I soon see a group of guys standing in a circle passing around money and a white package. One cuts the pack open and dips his pinky in. Drugs. I see Michael standing with his arms crossed watching the one with the bag. The guy tosses Michael a bag full of what looks like money. Michael smiles and grabs a few more white bags for the guy.

"No" I mutter before slapping hands over my mouth. The guys look over in my direction and place hands on their guns.

I run, sort of. I crouch for a while until someone notices me then I sprint. I hear gun shots, but I don't feel anything. I run as fast as I can for as long as I can before I reach my apartment. I run upstairs and lock the door before locking myself in my room. I look out my window and see the group of men run on past my apartment and down the street. All except Michael. He stops and looks up at my window. I move aside and pray he doesn't see me.

That's when I feel it - that hot, stick feeling running down my leg. I look to find a nice hole in my jeans rimmed with dark-red liquid. I sink to the floor as the pain hits. I'm about to call out for Lee, but the sound of a fist on the apartment door stops me.

~Lee's POV~

Cal and I have been going out almost every night. We manage to find something new to do every time. I come over late one night when he is low. He's sitting on his couch with his head in his hands. There's an empty liquor bottle on the floor near the couch.

"Cal?" I say softly as I walk towards him. He doesn't move.

I sit next to him on the couch and place a hand on his shoulder. He flinches and looks at me confused for a second. He relaxes when he sees its me before he pulls me in for a hug, "Hey, baby boo. How are you?"

I giggle because it rhymes, "I'm alright. What's bugging you? You seem down."

"Nothing." he lies and rubs his forehead. I look away towards the table and see a little plastic baggy. There had been some kind of white substance in it. I reach for it,pick it up, and taste a little. Its not powdered sugar.

"CALUM THOMAS HOOD WHAT IS THIS?" I shout as I stand. He tries to grab the bag from me, but I move it out of his reach, "What is this?"

"You know what it is." he mumbles staring angrily at the bag in my hand.

"Y-you do drugs...? Why!"

"I have free access to them. I treat myself to them once in a while."

"What do you mean free access?"

"I deal them, baby." he says calmly as he leans back.

I feel my knees buckle a little. I repeatedly shake my head and say no as I start to walk out.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cal says as he grabs my wrist. He spins me around so I'm facing him and slams me against the door.

"You're a dealer! I can't stay with you!"

"You aren't leaving me. You're in too deep now. I told you my secret, now you can't go."

"I won't tell anyone, but I'm not sticking around anymore. You're not who I thought you were." I say holding in tears.

"I'm the same Calum I was three weeks ago. The same man I was yesterday and all the days before."

"No you're not. You're different."

"How, because I do drugs? Because I sell them? Because I'm the most successful dealer on any continent?" He says. He looks at me and shoves me to the floor, "Fine, leave, I don't care. I'll be gone before you could tell anyone anyways... I thought you would be different from the rest..."

Calum walks down the hall and I hear him slam his bedroom door. I try not to cry and walk after him. I knock on his door, "C-cal... Let me in."

"Doors unlocked" he says. He's laying on his back staring at the ceiling.

I straddle him and look him in the eyes, "I'm sorry, Cal... I'm not going anywhere." I nuzzle his neck a little and he smiles. He wraps his arms around me, "Good. I wouldn't let you go anyways"

"I don't care if you're a druggy, a dealer, or if you're that mafia leader my uncle is after. I'm in love with you and I'm not leaving you."

He laughs through his nose and looks at me, "I'm sure you don't mean that. If you knew who I really was, not just a dealer, you'd run to your uncle."

"I do mean it... What do you mean 'who you really are?' What aren't you telling me?" I ask slightly concerned.

He kisses me softly before whispering against my lips, "I am the mafia leader."