Love, Live, Punch...

Waking up and worrying.

Once again, I woke up with a jerk. Nightmares of the night I got stabbed never went away. I remembered about James and looked outside. He was still there. I sighed, opening the door and going out to him. I got out my phone (Which I keep on me all the time) and called one of the gang members.

"Hello Heather." Kieran said. 

"Hi, come and collect your gang leader. He's outside my house, knocked out,"

"You know, knocking out our gang leader is a serious offence. We could kill you, but we won't. If you come back to us."

"I won't come back to you, you can't kill me and also your little leader here tried to rape me. It was self defence." I said. He gasped and I heard him whispering to another. There were some more whispers before he put his attention back on me.

"Right, well, we're coming for you. We need to see if you are OK."

"Thanks for the worrying, Kieran, but I'm fine."

"No. I love you, Heather. I need to make sure for myself that you're OK," he said, and then he hung up. I sighed. No more getting away from the gang now. Kieran was a nice lad. I didn't want to hurt him, but he was coming for me and I didn't want him to. I'd have to knock him out and lock him up somewhere. Or maybe turn him to the police. But if I do that, I might get put into prison too. I've killed more people in my time than I have eaten. 

Another knock on the door startled me. I opened it and saw my old best friend, beaten to a pulp and gasping on the ground, blood leaking from her.