Beginning of the End

XIII

I smirked at the feeling of a gun being pressed against the back of my head.

"Let me guess... Gabby?" I asked, curiously.

"Shut up." Gabrielle said, trying to be serious. I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, my own cousin?" He cut his eyes at me, "Harsh."

"You've been a fucking pain in my side for too long." She said, the barrel of the gun slightly shaking.

"Well, I guess my parents didn't teach you like they taught me," I dropped down, quickly, as I reached up with my right hand and grabbed the gun by the barrel. I took my left hand, gripped her wrist and twisted, giving me control over the gun. Once her wrist was constricted and she released the gun, I spun around her, placing her in a headlock, "They told me don't point a gun if you can't pull the trigger." I wrapped my finger around the trigger.

"STOP!" Cj was in shock. I didn't realize he had a gun in his hands. I smiled.

"Shoot," He was red in the face, "Exactly. You can't," I threw Gabby down on the ground, unloading her weapon and throwing it to her. I picked up Edge, "That was cute, so I'll let it slide." I turned to walk.

"You haven't seen anything yet." I heard her say. I turned back and knelt down in front of her.

"Do my parents know where you are?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Of course." She smiled.

"Good. Can you deliver a message?" I quickly jabbed her in the face with the head of Edge. I stood over top of her, smiling, "Oh, and this is for Alek." I spit on her and turned to walk.

"Goddammit..." I heard Cj whisper.

I walked in through the Back Gate. I saw someone walking around. It was Nick.

"Why are you up?" I asked as I walked passed.

"I was about to ask you the same?" Nick questioned.

"Just went for a walk." I smiled.

"I just needed some air. Tyler has been stinking the place up all night." Nick chuckled.

"Goodnight, Nick," I turned at walked towards my house. I smiled as I reached my door and opened it. I placed Edge against the bookshelf. I turned and jumped when I saw Aysa standing in my kitchen, "Jesus fucking Christ..." I held my chest, "That's how you give someone a heart attack." He looked up at me. I looked down at his hands. He was holding pictures. A lot of them. I looked around the floor. Shit. It's from when I threw the album. He walked over and set them on the coffee table. They were all of Alek and me. I looked at them, then up at him.

"Well?" He asked, furious.

"What do you what me to say?" I ask, irritatedly.

"Do you still fucking love him?" He lowered his voice. It was timid.

"What?" I was bewildered. I started laughing.

"Do... You still love him?" He asked again, this time sitting on the couch, staring at the pictures, then up at me.

"Even if I fucking did, why does that matter to you?"

"Because I need to know whether you can put a bullet in his fucking skull or not when the time comes!" He was livid.

"Yes." I said. He looked over at me. I swallowed spit. He walked up to me and grabbed my face and kissed me. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly.

"Then do it." He whispered.

"When I have to, I will," I jumped up on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, with his hands holding my thighs, "Let's just go to bed." I kissed his forehead as he lead me to the room.