Red. (Austin Mahone Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 6

red's pov

I woke up groggy. I pulled my pants on, and then put my shirt on. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for awhile, and then splashed my face with some water. My phone rang, so I ran to my bedroom to get it.

"Hey, Reddie boy. It's Rocco calling. You got about 2 bags of ecstacy that you needa pick up at Elm Street. Get it in about 20 minutes, and you might get paid a little extra." he said.

This is the only job I could get. Everyone in the city that owns a business wouldn't even let me walk inside, so what makes you think that I would apply for a real job?

Besides, working for Rocco is nice. I even get a little extra of what I sell.

I drove into the alley. I always have to have a gun with me. You don't know what will happen in this business. The man came out of the building.

"You got the stuff?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, handing the bags to him. He gave me the cash and I walked to the car and drove away.

My phone started ringing again.

"Yo, Red. It's me Alex. We're with the crew.. You're girlfriend is here."

"She's not my girlfriend." I objected.

"Yeah, but you own her like she's your property."

"Shut the hell up, Alex."

"Just come over."

I had to go to my house first. When I got home, I walked past my dad. I learned to just avoid him and quickly walk to my room. I always lock my door. And I put a chair in front of it too. If he got into my room, he'd most likely try to kill me. Dad used to hurt me, but as I grew, I was able to defend myself. So now, he uses guns.

We got into an argument awhile back, and as I sat in my room, trying to think of happier things so I didn't strangle him, he shot through my door with his hunting gun. That shit was serious. I guess I was never the same, and it made me paranoid. I usually don't like sleeping at home. Since that day, I took all weapons Rocco gave me, and any possible knife in the kitchen that could hurt me and put it under my bed. My dad has weapons in his room, but I'd never go in there. I haven't gone in there since about kindergarten.

The day my dad started treating me like shit was when my mom left. I saw her run away from my dad, but to this day, I wonder why I didn't run with her.

I'd come home with stories to tell him about school, and he'd yell at me. I was the reason my mom left, he told me. I was the reason he drank. He threw glass bottles at me, and I lied to the teachers when they asked if my father did this. I'd make up stories of how I got my lip busted because of a football accident, or how I have bruises on my arms because I'm learning karate.

I started doing all kinds of drugs at 13. I remember going out with girls, and then dropping them like objects. My crew has always been the same. And we don't usually accept anyone new.

My buddy Alex, is my main man. My partner in crime. We've been tearing this city up since I turned 13. Then Robert and Zach came along. They are the originals, and the other dudes are just 'back up' to me.

I pulled a gun out from under my bed and made sure it was securely strapped on me. When you're in gang shit like I am, you almost always have to have a gun around you. When I stepped out into that San Antonio air, I only had Jaida on my mind.