Kill Me with Love

Chapter 4

(Dedicated to wattpad user Cherry_Cola_x, for writing such an awesome story called: The bad boy stole my bra. I know the title is really cool, and trust me the story is too. )

Jay's POV

BANG!

I quickly jerked my head up after hearing what sounded like a gun shot. Okay, I don't need this happening again. Last time someone got shot at a party I threw, I was the one that ended in a hospital. Can you believe that? Someone shooting me after I was nice enough to actually invite them. People nowadays. Because of that, my parents actually had me stay at my aunt's house for oh I don't know THREE YEARS! They kept on going about keeping me safe and needing to straighten up. Finally, my whole family decided to move here. They liked the place. They said it seem to keep me out of trouble.

The memory still seems fresh until now. The guy bringing up his gun and shooting towards my direction. He's a crappy shooter let me tell you that. At all the places he could have shot me, he just some how shot my leg. Sure, I was trying to get away from the guy, but seriously though. Why the leg?

My leg is fine now though, but I still can't forget the fact that I screwed up a good fraction of my life because of a gang. Once I realized what I was doing, I wanted out. They couldn't exactly let me go. I knew too much, just because of that I got shot and basically moved all the way here along with my family just to get away from the past.

It's going just fine, but now I'm guessing someone got shot somewhere. That sound definitely came from a gun. I'm sure of it.

I struggled to get up, I was drunk from the alcohol, but I can still think.

I made my way outside. It didn't sound like the shot came from inside the house. It would have scared these people to bits if it did. The house is still packed. I don't think anyone is sober enough to actually care about that gunshot or know what it is.

I reached out for the front door. I opened it and took a good look around. Okay, nothing. I start walking my the line of cars parked on the side of the street struggling to walk straight.

I froze when I heard someone groaning in pain. My attention was quickly brought by the guy laying against the wall just around the corner. He had is hand over his stomach where the blood seemed to be pouring out. My heart started beating faster when I recognize who it is.

"Mike?" I ran towards him. "Who did this?"

He didn't respond, not with words anyways. He just groaned in pain.

I took out my phone and quickly called an ambulance to get here.

"Mike, Mike, stay with me." I felt so helpless. "Dude, come on man."

He was drifting off, barely staying awake. His blood filled the ground. I kneeled right next to him, no idea on what to do. I wanted to help him, but I got nothing. I felt terrible. My stomach twisted in knots, seeing the sight of my closest friend shot on the ground felt horrifying.

Memories started to pass through my mind. I thought about about our childhood memories. The time we spent together, and him sacrificing his life to save mine. He's still part of the gang. He enjoyed being part of it. Believe it or not, it's a family thing. His dad controlled everything in the north. Their family has a big reputation. No one messed with him, his brother Noah, or anyone that had to do with them. People knew they are willing to kill whoever gets in their way. It might sound like he's a terribe guy, but he's not. Without him I would be dead right now, He's the one who helped get away after being shot, the one who protected my family from the threats of the gang. I owe him a huge favor. He isn't just the kid I knew since birth. He's also my closest friend, and he was willing to help me no matter what happened. It feels terrible on how I couldn't get to do the same for him. I should have been there by his side and took down whoever did this to him.