A boy named Blaze

Chapter 39

"I beat you, I beat you," I sung in a child sing song voice. "Yea, yea, yea," he grumbled looking at me. "Maybe I should have gone with Tara," Smithy grumbled causing me to chuckle. "Damn right you should of," I cheered. The guy rolled there eyes and we all walked into the house. None of us thinking about the fact we just got out if a major fight and were all bruised, cut, and super tired. I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer then flung myself on the couch. "Aren't you to young to be drinking," Blake said smiling. "Nope," I replied, popping the p. He rolled his eyes and opened his own can while moving my feet off the couch.

Like always I glared at him and threw them back on, making him chuckle. "Haven't changed have you," he commented. "Nahh, whats the fun of that," I chuckled. I grabbed the remote before Blake and just as the two other boys were getting in the house. Smithy looked at us, "thanks for leaving room for us." I smiled sheepishly while looking at the three person couch we were currently covering. Blaze chuckles and looks at Blake, "does the same thing to me." Blake looked at my feet, "she does the same thing to everyone." I smiled and got more comfy while flipping through the limited channels.

The guys settled down in chairs and we watched Storage Wars. Yet I was starting to notice my arm hurting a lot. Glancing over a realized I was bleeding a lot from the two places I got shot on my arm. "Blake, wanna stitch me up," I asked. He looked me over, eyes landing on my arm, "yea, sure, one sec." I nodded and glared at my arm. "You okay," I heard Blaze ask and I looked up. Nodding I replied, "never better." he looked at me again and I shook my head while chuckling, "just a fleshy don't worry."

He nodded and Blake came back with a needle, threat, and some alcohol to put on. He rubbed the alcohol on and I gritted my teeth against the pain. "Theres a couple bullet fragments that I'll have to get out," Blake said while going to get tweezers. He came back and started digging around in the wound, pulling out tiny prices of metal from my flesh. I gritted my teeth against the pain and only yelping and slapping Blake a couple times when he was to harsh or not careful. The alcohol hurt the most but finally he had my wounds stitched and a bandage places on them. "Anyone else need fixing," he asked and Smithy agreed. I saw a bullet mark on Blaze and narrowed my eyes at him, "you have one to." He shrugged, "I rarely get them sown, just clean it and bandage." I rolled my eyes, "that before."

Blaze sighed, "Blake's busy with Smithy." I looked at Smithy to see him hit Blake because he was being to rough and laughed. My eyes went back to Blaze and a smile formed on my lips, "he's not the only one who can stitch." Horror filled Blaze's face, "I'm not letting you near my wound." I just shook my head, "oh yes you are." I didn't let him argue but ran into the other room where everything was kept. When I was back Smithy was stitched and Blake was back to watching tv. Blaze on the other hand was looking nervous and glanced wearily at me as I entered. "Now since it's on your thigh take off you pants, please keep on your boxers," I demanded. He chuckled, "how do you know I'm wearing some." I wrinkled my nose in disgust, "then Blake or Smithy can stitch you." Grunts of protest came from the guys and Blake commented something bout how I'm the one crushing on him, causing me to blush and to smack him. I just glared at Blaze and he reluctantly stood up and slipped off his jeans. "See, was that so hard," I mocked, earning a glare from him.

Lucky for me he was wearing boxers, red black plaid ones if you wanted to know. I stitched up the guys a lot before I left and seen them all in there boxers. Especially Blake would would hang around in them even if I was over. I got down on my knees and looked around, daring anyone to say something. After no one did, which was a smart move, I looked at his leg. Pouring some alcohol on it I made sure it went right through. After pulling out one price of shattered bullet I cleaned the needle and pulled it through his skin. I noticed him gritting his teeth in pain the whole time but ignored it as I finished sowing. After I placed a clean white bandage over and went back to my spot on the couch. Blake glared at me again as I through my feet up on his lap but ignored it and turned my attention back the tv. Then a thought struck me, I have even called mom besides that one drop by. Shit, I jumped up and grabbed my stuff before racing out the door to my car. The guys jumped up, following me. "Whats the hurry," Blake asked. "Need to go, moms gonna kill me," I said jumping in the car. The guys laughed and then I saw Taren, Keller, and Marley pull into the drive way. I waved to them as I pulled out and speeded home. I was gonna get an earful!

Pulling into the driveway I was hopping she wouldn't mind I was out, it was only five. That's right, I walk into a gun war yet I'm still scared of my mom. I slowly opened the door to see my mom looking worried and mad. "Where were you today," she demanded. "With Blake," I tried. She sighed, "the school called." I bit my lip, "oh." She did a humorless laugh, "ya, oh." I smiled sheepishly, "well I'm fine." She gestured to me, "is that what you call fine?" I looked at my blood soaked and dirt covered clothes. I noticed the bandages on my arms and the bruises and scrapes covering my body. Sure I'm wearing black so it's hard to see the blood but still it was on my skin and my mom knew something went down. Before I made sure to clean up at Blake's house but now I'm screwed. "I'm alive aren't I," I said, just wanting to jump in the shower. "Tara," she sighed. "What," I asked, "this is my life okay, it has been ever since we moved, ever since Dad and Kim died."

Tears started to form in my eyes and I turned around and ran upstairs. I always enjoy fighting and that life but everything was perfect before they died. I angrily wiped away the tears that managed to escape. I swore I wouldn't cry again and even though the pain never leaves you learn to live with it. But now the sharp edges stab into me again but I just ignored it. I walked to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes then stepped in the shower. Cleaning my body and hair of all the blood and filth that clung to it I let a couple tears escape from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. When I got out of the shower the tears, like the blood, will be gone. I can't believe they are gone, sometimes I think I should have died instead of Kim. Everyone loved Kim, in a different way then they love me. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping body in a towel I walked towards my room. I slipped on some fleecy pj pants and a baggy night shirt then jumped into bed. I didn't look at my cell but fell asleep right away.

I woke up to my alarm going off but pressed snooze. Was there even school today? I mean Angela is back home now but that teacher got killed and a lot of students are freaked right out. I wonder how Angela is, their parents probably took her to the hospital. I hope she doesn't bring up us but I guess she has to. We saved her but we still killed those people and most of us have a little bit of a record. Oh well, us running or having to talk to a cop is worth saving her. I'm surprised I didn't bump into any yesterday, they were everywhere. I heard my mom start to climb the steps and I threw my head under the blankets. "There isn't any school today," she said. "Thank god," I mumbled. My mom walked back down and I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep again. I fell asleep but only for about an hour then decided might as well wake up.

Swinging my legs out of the bed and slipping my feet into slippers I got up. A yawn escaped my lips and I wondered what the day would bring. Grabbing my phone I pressed Blaze's number and hit call. The phone rang twice before a sleepy Blaze answer. "Good morning sleepy head," I said. He groaned, "what's wrong now?" I rolled my eyes, "why does everyone think something has to be wrong." I heard him snicker, "okay so why do I get this lovely call that woke me up." I shook my head, "ha, very funny." He yawned, "so can I go back to bed?" Smiling I answered, "well you can but." He groaned, "but?" I bit my lip, "Angela probably is gonna say everything that happened, police could be knocking at our doors." That woke him up, "shit." I nodded, "yeah, shit." __________________________________________________________________________________ my computer is acting stupid and im soo busy so its short but starting tomorrow I wil do better chapters :) my