Will You Fight?

Chapter 4: 21 questions

Created 11|13|16
Kita's POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Probably the best smelling bacon and pancakes I've ever smelt.

I rolled out of bed and made my way downstairs.

I spotted Julian standing in the kitchen flipping some pancakes.

"Good morning. Where is everyone?" I asked while sitting down at the barstool.
He turned around and smiled. Oh his smile was so cute.

"Hungry? And everyone left to go grocery shopping. They asked me to stay behind and watch you." He said while sliding a plate towards me.
Maybe he's not a complete asshole.

"Oh, okay. And thanks." I said smiling back shyly.

"So, tell me about yourself shortcake." He said while sitting next to me. He started eating his food while staring at me.

"What do you wanna know?" I said while shoving food in my mouth. Lady like, I know.

"Favorite color? Favorite song? Hobby?" He started naming off questions.

"What is this 21 questions?" I said with a joking but annoyed tone.

"Sure let's call it that. I wanna know the secret behind that attitude." He said while pointing towards me.
"What's your favorite color or why?" He asked.

"Baby blue because it's the color of the sky. And when I was little and I was sad or something I would lay on my back and stare at the sky." I answered. "What about you?"

"I don't necessarily have a favorite color. I like them all." He answered.

"Favorite song?"

"Uhhh. My all time favorite is a classic. You know Cannon? That's played on the piano. Well that's my all time favorite. But my current just everyday song is Caroline." I said will sipping some orange juice.

"You play piano?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's one normal thing about me. Considering I was raised in a gang." I laughed.

"Tell me about that, what's it like being brought up in a gang? Where did it all start?" He asked.
I knew this question was coming.

"Well. When I was 4 my mother and my god mother got into a car crash, and it killed them both. So my dad's took all of us in together. We actually didn't start off having all this. I mean, this big house and all the nice cars. We used to be broke. At first it was just my dad and brothers, we all lived in some old shack just on the outside of Chicago. Then my god daddy found us. He was already part of the gang. So he introduced my father to it. Showed my dad how to manage it. My god dad knew my dad would do better at running it, so he put him in charge. We slowly started building up. Kira's parents soon go involved too, considering they weren't doing too good themselves. Around 8, all us kids had to learn how to defend for ourselves. Then one day, the gang Alomany attacked. It's ran by a man name James Alomany. He hates my dads. And then one day, he shot my god daddy in the chest. He went into a coma. And that alone set off a war. Alomany and our gang, Latin Kings started fighting each other. From drives bys, to kidnapping kids and raping them. It was the biggest gang war for awhile until the eventually slowed down. Alomany lost a lot of members. Our gang started attaching harder. We stole their money. Everything we could to show them we wasn't playing. Then eventually my dads got the hang out running things. They don't like talking about what they do to get the money. It's best to keep it private. But we're not stupid, we know all about it." I said. I used to not be able to talk about it. But for some reason now I can.

"Wow. Thats crazy." He said seeming a little nervous.

"Yeah, its pretty wild." I laughed.

"Why don't you like to be called Nikita?" He asked.
I figured my brother would have told him by now.
I had a many debate in my head on if I was going to tell him or not.