Rose

Chapter 4

"Kid! Kid!" I hear Comrade even in the basement. The door above the stairs flies open. I look up at the sudden light. "Kid!" he yells rushing down to me. Worry and concern cloud his features. He looks at me up and down. His clear intention was to yell at me, but when he saw me, he was stricken with worry. I nod, answering his question in his eyes. One thing you learn being raised this way is that you don't need to produce sound to speak, your eyes could talk volumes. He stares at me hard. I proceed to walk past him, up the stairs. "Breakfast is on the table. There's a something waiting for you in your room." I turn to him. "And eat up, we have a busy day." I nod and head out of the basement.

I grab my plate of eggs, grits, and tons of bacon and the carton of grape juice. I place everything on my dresser. I hear a shuffle and reach for my gun from beside my food. I hear it again, this time from my closet. I near it slowly, gun out in front of me. My hand shakes unsteadily. I haven't shot a gun since that night. I block out the memories. I open the closet fast and press the barrel of the gun at the back of a man's head. He puts his hands in the air. I look at his neck. "Alissandrio?!" I ask. The bastard turns around with a smile on his face.

"Hmm, my own little sister holding me at gun point, what a shame," he says shaking his head.

"Why're you here?" the question comes out bitter. He looks a little taken back

"Nice to see you too."

"I didn't mean it like that Alissandrio."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He smiles. "Oh, and before I forget, here." He hands me chocolate and roses. "I know they are your favorite, well they used to be befo- "

"Yes, they still are, thank you," I say hugging him, clearing any emotion away from my recent realization. He smiles.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror. I have an ok body. I have a lot of body weight which makes up my breast, ass, and muscles. My legs are muscled and my calves are well defined. I shiver at the scar running down my chest. I look away from the mirror and start getting dressed. I look to my suitcases in the corner of the room. I still haven't unpacked yet- I just have this feeling I won't be here for long. I look back to the mirror. I dress in daisy dukes, a long tank top, red converses and a hat, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I put my gun in the waistband of my shorts, in the back and my knife in my bra. I've never really been self-conscious about anything, I'm pretty hot, amazing with a gun, and smart as hell.

"Bring a swimsuit!" Comrade yells from downstairs. I snap from the mirror and to my suitcase. I find a black bathing suit and head downstairs.

"You're not going outside like that," Alissandrio says.

"And who's to stop me?" I ask calmly.

"Rose," he says dangerously. I walk right past him and to the door.

"Alissandrio," I say. He sighs in frustration and I smile. I've clearly won this argument as I do everything else. Comrade just shakes his head and urges us out of the door.

We all pile into the car, Comrade driving and Alissandrio and I in the back seat. I look at him. People say we look alike. He looks just like father. He has bushy eyebrows and an athletic body. Girls drool over him. It's disgusting, I would cut their throats, but that's pretty extreme- even for me.

"School starts in a few days," Comrade says looking at us through the rearview mirror. 'Damn, school.' Through all the shit this summer, I totally forgot about school and my phone for that matter. 'It's probably blown up with texts and calls.' I laugh at the thought. I nod, indicating I'm going and Alissandrio does the same. We both know father would come back from hell to kill our ass if we didn't finish school.