Brooklyn

Four guys | nine

I was in between asleep and awake when I heard, "Brooklyn wake up, someone's in the house!"
I felt two arms on my body, trying to shake me awake.

Groaning, I finally opened my eyes and looked around. Debbie was sitting next to me, a bat in hand. I looked at the time, 5:54 am.

"Four guys, too many for me... My phone is on the kitchen counter so I couldn't call and I don't know your password." She whispered, handing me another bat.

I quickly walked over to my door and peaked down the stairs. Four guys dressed in black, looking around. I turned back and locked my bedroom door,"Fuck okay who should I call?"

"Carl?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Lip?"

I nodded and started dialling Philips number.

*Conversation between them, third person view.*

Lip: it's like 6 in the morning, what do you want?

Brooklyn whispered, looking over at Debbie: Lip, help. 4 guys. All black, I don't know who they are. not sure if they are armed.

Lip sounded more alarmed and a shuffling was heard: okay, uh I'm getting ready. Mickey is over, Ian is at work already and Carl is standing by the door, I must have woken him up. We'll be there soon!

Brooklyn sighed, rubbing her head: please don't bring Carl I-

Lip softly spoke, walking away from carl: Brooke, I know you like him but just- you guys are in danger, we'll be over there now.

*conversation over. brooklyn's p.o.v*

"Carl, Mickey and Lip are on their way.. Where's my sister?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, "I left her downstair-"

A soft knock was heard on the other side of my bedroom door, "Little girls, I know you're in there.. Tell us where Carl is and we will leave. Simple."

I scrunched up my face even though he couldn't see,"What the fuck, why? what do you want with him?"

"That's none of your business, honey. Where is he?"

Where the hell are they! They live next door! I though to myself

Walking over to the door, I put my ear close to it,"What will you do with him.."

"If you want to know so bad, ill probably beat him up and then hit him with our car, nothing too bad. Just to send a message to G-Dog. Not to mess with us."

You see, G-dog is Carl's drug lord boss or something.

"Stand back and I'll walk out and tell you." Debbie grabbed her bat and I grabbed my emergency knife (Spyderco Street Bowie to be exact) and I unlock the door.
I take a good first look at the man. He is quite short, only about two inches taller than I am. He has dark brown chocolate hair and eyes that look almost grey. He was very attractive.

"Dylan! Four kids are, uh, walking up the steps.. Is that carl? I think it is!" a voice shouted from downstairs.

The man, now known as Dylan, smirked and turned to walk towards the stairs. I lunged at him and dug my knife into his side. I got up and held my knife still in my hand, blood dripping from the tip of it. My eyes were wide at the angry man in front of me. He took a step closer to us and Debbie swung her bat, hitting him directly in the jaw. He stumbled over and fell down the flight of stairs.

"BOSS!" Two guys yelled, looking over at what happened.

In a matter of seconds the door is busted open and Lip, Mickey, Ian and.. Carl are standing there.

Mickey popped a piece of gum into his mouth, holding his 9mm beretta (it's a hand gun) up at the guys,"Alright which of you fuckers wants to get shot first?"

Dylan got up and crawled over to us, "James, Braydon, Jeremy, calm down." he faced us,"Hello, Carl Gallagher. We don't need violence we are here for you."

Carl's face was full of confusion,"Me?why me?"

"Your boss messed with us, we can't find him or anyone else who works for him, so I guess we have to take it out on you." Dylan slowly stood up, with the help of James," Get him, boys."

Ian was the first to move, he grabbed Braydon and started throwing punches, Braydon getting a few hits on Ian's face. Lip then grabbed Debbie's bat and started beating Jeremy up, not even giving Jeremy a chance to get his weapon. Me, Mickey, Carl and Debbie were standing by and James was trying to help Jeremy but failed.

Mickey leaned against the door frame, "Hey, asshole number one," he motioned for Dylan to come over. He didn't move. "Alright, you still planing on killing this little dude?" Mickey asked, pointing his finger towards Carl.

A nod and wicked grin came from Dylan.
"Alright well, I can't let you do that so.." Mickey held up the gun towards Dylan, "Either you send your boys off now or I off you right now."

"You wouldn't, you wouldn't even hurt a fl- FUCK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" A bullet sized hole was now fixed into Dylan's leg. He desperately tried to apply pressure but Mickey shot his shoulder.

"Mickey! Stop!" I gasped, everyone stopped fighting and looked over. Braydon picked Dylan up by his hand and they all got out of there as fast as they could.

When they were gone I sighed of relief and turned to face Carl.

"Thank you so much- I'm so sorry I put you guys in dang-" Carl started before I slapped him.

"You are always putting others in danger, why don't you get your head out of your ass and stop getting into so much shit, then you wouldn't need to be putting others in danger." I spat, grabbing Debbie's hand and storming upstairs. I walked towards my room when I realized I still haven't seen Olivia. Debbie and I walked over to her room and opened the door. Sound asleep there she was, my sister.
Debbie scoffed and walked back towards my room,"Sorry my brothers an asshole, he was just kind of born like this."
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Words: 1038
Date: July 28th 2016 (Thursday)
Time: 11:07

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Authors note; sorry this sucks, whoops.