Running To The Gang

Nine

"What?!"

He moved closer, but I stepped back each time.

"I love you Rebecca." He said, his voice desperate.

"No Zamon, you don't. Your just overwhelmed. You don't know what your talking about."

"But I do. I've loved you since the very start. Think about it, I was always jealous of Kyle. I'd try and flirt with you, but you didn't notice. And then the night you killed Shannon, I thought I had you. You just kept staring at me, so I flirted with you some more. But Kyle got in my way. And you two got back together, so I kept my distance, and allowed you to fall in love, but...but then he died, and I was selfish because I didn't care, all I could think about was you. That you might finally give me a chance. But then I saw how heart broken you were at the funeral, and it upset me. So I drank my problems away, the same as you did. When I heard you smash that frame, I was so worried about you. That's when I realized you were drunk, and I knew your emotions were haywire, but that didn't stop me from kissing you back. I took total advantage of you that night, and for that I'm sorry. I regret that night so much, but not as much as I regret saying those things after. If I hadn't of said those things, then you wouldn't of left, and gotten shot. I have been tearing myself apart because I thought it was my fault you were killed, and that I didn't get to tell you I love you, but now I can because I'm so serious Rebecca. I love you."

"You regret that night?" I questioned, my voice a mere whisper.

He shook his head, before coming closer," Not like that. I only regret it because we were both drunk."

"Zamon...I don't love you."

"I know, but something must be there, you wouldn't have kiss-" he started again, but I cut him off.

"No, I've never really felt anything like that for you. The thought never even crossed my mind. And I only kissed you because I was drunk." I hated hurting him like this,but it had to be done. I ignored his crestfallen face, continueing.

"I didn't come here to talk to you about us anyway. I came to ask you to call this gang fight off." his face hardened instantly at my words.

"No. I am not going to surrender to that bastard. My father an I have worked too hard just to let him win."

I sighed, swallowing,"Then I'm joining the Silver Blades."

He glared at me, marching up to me and getting in my face," You wouldn't dare!"

"I know you won't hurt me if I do this, it'll keep everyone safe. And if you love me as much as you claim you do, you'll call this off." I left him standing there, and slammed the door after me.

I knew I was manipulating his feelings for me, but it was the only thing I could think of.

I continued down the stairs and out the corridor, where I found Holland at the mouth of the big hall, staring at Keenan, who still stood with his father, talking to Jason.

"Come on, its time to talk to him." She nodded, and we both started towards him.

When he noticed us making our way towards him he rolled his eyes and glared at us.

"Keenan, please, can you just talk to me?" Holland pleaded.

"What don't you understand? I don't want to talk to you. It's your fault my brother, my twin, is dead!." He bellowed.

By now Holland had tears down her face, and I sighed, guess it was my turn to step in.

"Look, Keenan. I know your upset and angry, but it's not Holl-" my eye twitched as he cut me off. Now I was getting angry.

"It is her fault! If she hadn't of come up with that stupid fucking date, he'd still be here!"

"Listen here asshole, did you ever think that he'd still be here if you hadn't agreed to go on that stupid fucking date? It's as much fault as Holland's as it is yours. So before you start pointing fingers, maybe you should actually consider all the possibilities."

His eyes widened, and I thought for a second that I had him, but he shattered that thought when he opened his mouth.

"Oh fuck up Rebecca, your nothing but a whore. You slept with Zamon the night of Kyle's funeral. I don't know what my brother ever saw in you!"

"I don't know what Stephanie ever saw in you. No wonder she killed herself, I would too if I dated you!" I knew immediately that I'd taken it too far. It was common knowledge that Stephanie was a sensitive subject for Keenan, but I was angry.

I didn't know that my rendevers with Zamon was public information, and I don't take too kindly to being called a whore.

Before I could react, Keenan's fist made contact with my cheek. I massaged the tender, stinging flesh. I looked back over at him.

"Okay, I-" I was cut off by his fist again, but this time my nose was the target.

I leant over, clenching my eyes to keep the tears at bay as blood ran off my top lip from my nose, and onto the floor. That fucking hurt!.

"Okay, I deserved the first one, but that was just uncalled for." I muttered.

"Is it broken?" Holland asked from beside me.

"I think so." I stood up and cupped my nose, careful not to touch it in the wrong place.

"Leave Rebecca." Jason said, keeping a hold of Keenans arm while his father whispered in his ear.

I held my other hand up in surrender, "All goods, I know where I'm not wanted."

I turned and started walking towards the doors, with Holland at my side.

" Come on, lets get you to the hospital." She said once we got out the door.

"I'm still riding my bike."

"Jesus Christ your stubborn, fine, but I'm tailing you."