Perks Of Being In A Gang

This was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events

Phil

"No Dan I'm going out okay? You're misbehaving far too much and I'm sick of it. I'll text you when I'm coming back, and I swear to fucking god, if you are not on your knees with your head bowed at this door, so god help me." I growl as I leave the house, "and if you dare to look me in the eye without permission, I'll belt you so hard that you'll never be able to sit down again." I add before slamming the door.

I've never left him before like that. Usually k can handle him, he's not difficult, just grab him but the hair, yank him over your lap and slap him till he's fine, he deserves it too. Brat.

I haven't killed anyone in 3 months now. I've been itching to as well. I could feel myself wanting to wrap my hands around his throat and just squeeze until his lunges gave out and he stopped screaming. I wanting to grab him and snap his neck or throw him into our glass table, cover the shards in his blood and watch as he slowly bleeds to death. But I can't do that, no ones allowed to hurt my darling boy, he must never be harmed.

"Brandon? Alex? Where are you guys?" I ask through the phone.

"Lake Vinnal with Harry, why?"

"I'm coming," I mutter, hang up. I drive my bike through the streets to the lake. I park it and get off, walking over to the group of three sitting on the dock.

"Where's dan?" Alex asks first.

"I left him," I mutter angrily. Everyone including Harry gasps. I realise what they're probably thinking I meant so I correct myself, "I left him at my place. He threw a tantrum, I could feel myself wanting to strangle him."

Brandon nods slowly, completely understanding how I can get sometimes "Alexia Badwornton?" He suggests, "I've been tracking her for months now, she's should be at a party... Right about now," Brandon smiles, clearly happy with his research.

"Let's go then," I mutter, Brandon opens his eyes wide and begins to protest on if it would be too full to be able to do anything with.

We make it to the party, there was a fairly long like and a bouncer outside, this particular club lacked cameras, but security was high. Sounds modest to say, but in an action movie, the entire scene of Brandon, Alex, Harry and I walking up to the gate would be put in slow motion while highway to hell played in the background.

I walked up to the gate with the bouncer, he smiles at us and moves out of the way of the door. "Hey! Why don't they need to wait!?" Some girl exclaims.

Brandon mutters something along the lines of "phil, leave it," before I turn around and glare at her. "That's because only one person says no to me,"
"Why's that?"
"Cause I'm not a cheater or a rapist."

We head back into the club, and begin looking around for alexia. After only 10 minutes I see a face that matches the photo Brandon sent me. She's dancing in the middle of the floor, slipping the drink a her hand, she looks so happy. Too bad.

Slowly, I move towards her and place my hands on her shoulders, she turns around and smiles, mumbling something drunkly. We dance for a little bit before I say that I need to go to the bathroom, followed by a 'meet me there in 2,' and a wink.

I walk away from her, nodding to Harry who stands in the corner. I head of out the foggy and sweaty environment to the bathrooms which seem to me cooler and clearer. I know on the disabled bathroom door and Alex opens it. Both him and Brandon walk it as I slip in the back for a bit.

I stand in silence until Alexia comes into the room, smiling. I close my eyes softly for a second before walking towards her and placing my hands on her shoulders. It's clear the wants to kiss me and do... Other things. But I couldn't, because dan.

A/n: graphic
She closes her eyes and moves her lips to my shoulder, I whack her hard on the side of the head, making her drop to the side, limp. I grasp her hair on the side of her head and lift it up a little, before smashing it to the ground. I repeat the same movements, using all my strength, cracking her skull over the cold tiles.

The adrenaline pumps through my veins, the calming sight of blood as is oozes over the white marble ties. I get some water from the sink and pace in on the toilet seat before placing my foot up on in and mimicking the way a foot would fall from it, to create a skid mark.

I walk over to the window jumping up and pulling myself out with the upper body strength I've somehow gained (admittedly some of it would be from work and some of it would be from picking up dan.) I close the window behind me before dropping down to the ground in the bushes.

"Good?" Harry asks. I nod slowly, "you?"
"Found four clients," he smiles proudly.

I take my phone out to send a quick text to dan, "well boys, I need to go deal with my brat," I smile sadly at them, "I just want to go home and cuddle him," I sigh.

When I get back to the house and open the door Dan's there, on his knees, head bowed. I move forward and place my hands delicately under his chin. I lift his head up a bit and he keeps his eyes on the floor.

"Good boy," I mutter softly, "come on, stand up, just can look at me dan,"

"Daddy I'm sor-"

"No, it's phil, just for tonight. I'm sorry I lashed out.. I was angry and... And I just left cause I didn't want to- to- it doesn't matter," I stutter over my words.

He stares at me with his beautiful brown eyes, his dry lips cracked slightly, he takes a deep breath before quickly moving towards me and wrapping me in a tight hug, "I love you so much phil," he whispers into my chest.

"I love you too dan, I love you too."