Running To The Gang

Twenty five

I stared down at the coffin sadly. It was a public service, with nearly everyone from the gang here. Hunter didn't want to come, said it didn't feel right. It made sense to me that he didn't want to come. Plus he was still healing.

Despite everything that happened that night, he still managed to forgive me. I kept replaying everything, trying to decipher what had taken place. I still hadn't come to terms with anything. I didn't know why though.

The beautiful boy that lay in the coffin didn't deserve any of this. Xander was the one that made everyone happy. At my thoughts, one question remained. Why is it that death takes the best people first? Xander was only a year older then me, he was turning 19 in December, he would never reach 20, never marry someone, never have children, and to me that wasn't fair. My mom's voice rang through my head, life isn't fair sweetheart, that's the way it has always been, but it will get better, so keep your chin up.

She was always so optimistic, whilst I was borderline pessimistic. Dad had his moments of both, he was an inbetweener.

Holland stood next to me, grasping onto my hand. Every couple of minutes her body would shake with her sobs. I felt bad, I didn't know how to comfort her, let alone myself. I looked over to her and realized she was clutching onto Keenan's hand. I gazed back at the coffin, then slowly pushed Holland towards Keenan, letting go of her hand. She turned to look at me, but I shook my head and started walking through the crowd.

I took a deep breath as I finally broke through the line of people. I hurried through the too familiar graveyard to my destination, staggering to sit down in front of the tombstone. I sighed and just sat there. My emotions were all over the place, I couldn't decipher what to feel. I lent my head on the cold stone, feeling the gaps where the writing was engraved. I groaned, hitting my head against hard cement.

"Are you okay?" Zamon's voice appeared out of nowhere, startling me.

I quickly stood up, making myself look clumsy, "Oh yeah, um, I'm fine." I felt my black dress swish on my shoes.

"Look, I know your in a different gang, but tonight everyone's coming and we're gonna have a games night in honour of Xander."

I looked back at the grave, absent mindedly running my hand over the rough surface of the cold tombstone.

"You never did that for Kyle." I whispered, knowing he could hear me.

"We did, you were just too drunk to remember." His voice was full of scorn, I nearly flinched at the tone.

I finally turned to look at him. He hadn't changed, not that I expected him to have. His black hair and high cheekbones, his eyes a dark blue. They weren't some unrealistic color, like the shade of cut diamonds, just a nice dark blue. The only change was that his hair was longer now, and if you looked close enough to his face, you could see faint wrinkles. After staring for so long, I looked down.

"Yeah, I'll come tonight."

***

I stared at the people at my table. Holland, Keenan, Mikey, Tyler and Logan. Out of all 7 of the boys, only 4 made it. The thought made my stomach churn. Since joining the gang, I had realized pretty quickly that lives were easily taken away. My mind wondered to Kyle, then to everything we'd done, what we'd been through.

I looked up at the man who had proclaimed his love for me, sitting with Jack. I had no idea what happened to Jason, considering I hadn't seen him since the fight when I first came back.

Zamon lifted his gaze to me, causing us to lock eyes. After a minute, I felt my lips twitch into a small friendly smile, which he returned.

My phone started going on where it sat on the table. Hunter's name flashed across the screen. I answered, bringing it to my ear.

"Hey, sorry I didn't text you, I'm at the clubhouse, I'll be home so-" crackling sounded in my ear. I pulled the phone away and looked at it, confused. As I went to talk again, his voice sounded over the speaker.

"No! Rebecca, listen to me! don't come back to the clubhouse!" Gun shots rang in the background, making me jump to my feet, already alert."Orion? Is that you?! Oh god-" the phone cut off, leaving my heart racing. Holland rose quickly, as well as Keenan.

I looked between the two, then quickly snatched Holland's car keys from the table before taking off at a sprint. Holland shouted for me to stop, but I didn't listen.

I took off as they ran behind me before they got in someone elses car, following me.

I reached the clubhouse and flew out of the car, leaving it running and with the door open. A second later the second car appeared, but by then I was already inside. My heart raced.

The lights were completely shut off, and silence surrounded me. I slowed down, not wanting to run into anything. I reached along the wall for the switch, frustrated when I couldn't find it. As I was about to give up, I hit the plastic.

Out the corner if my eye I could see Holland, Keenan, Zamon and Jack standing at the doors, doing the same as I was. Staring.

Blood painted the floors, the bodies the liquid belonged to near by. The tables and chairs were upturned, littered with bullet holes, the  men lying dead in the same condition. My eyes frantically searched for a familiar face, my heart nearly skipping when I didn't find one. My feet moved on there own accord, nearly slipping in blood or tripping over people. I reached the hallway, where only one body lay, at the base of the stairs. Orion.

I raced to his slumped over form, praying he was still alive. Still breathing. Tears flowed freely down my face at the amount of blood covering him. My hand moved to his wrist, but I couldn't find his pulse. I gripped his neck, nearly sobbing once I found the slow beat. He groaned as I moved my hands away, slowly opening his eyes.

"H-help Hun-t-ter. The-they..." He trailed off, causing me to turn around and race up the stairs, leaving him with Holland.

"Hunter?!" I screamed, searching every room, but not finding him. I descended the stairs, nearly three at a time and jumped over Orion. I bumped into Zamon, but I didn't care. I searched the kitchen, the office, the entire basement, as well as all the other bedrooms in the clubhouse. At the very end of the corridor, I turned to see Jack behind me.

"He's not here!."