Venture

Chapter 3

I walked down the streets, ignoring the harsh whispers. My hand was throbbing and it felt like a thousand needles were piercing every inch from the tips of my fingers to my elbow.

I couldn't believe someone would stoop that low. And, yes, I had promised him that Ticket, he deserved it, and I don't care how long it takes for me to fill out the form. All I wanted was to rid him from his job, as bad as that sounds.

Half an hour ago I had walked to the Mechanics Warehouse to speak to Rayes and tell him I wouldn't be there this afternoon, a look at my hand and he didn't even have to say anything. He understood and with one simple nod I had disappeared out the room. My brother was nowhere when I had tried to find him, and it angered me so much when I saw the trail of blood everywhere I went. A few people had tried to stop me from going any further but I refused to follow someone's rules, I think I had reached the point where I couldn't be let down by the other people. It was time for me to speak up. Even if it violated my brother's rules.

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I slammed the door shut behind me. Stopping short at the only wood floor in this apartment. I cradle my bad hand and charge forwards. Rounding a corner to my right and i'm at the kitchen. I slump against the sink and rest my hand gently on the metal. Ignoring the pain I grab a piece of cloth I had folded this morning and placed it over my hand. Slowly working, I turn on the faucet and grab the towel, again, and drench most of it in warm water.

When I was about to wipe my knuckles the door burst open. I felt the floor tremble.

"Tara?! What happened? Are you okay?" I look over at Copeland who skidded on the floor. His eyes were crazed.

"I'm fine." I said and pressed the wet cloth on my wound.

"You're not fine, who did this to you?" He came to stand behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck and It added some sort of comfort to know he was feeling the same hatred.

"A driver, Alex Berry." I had caught his name tag before the whole ordeal.

"A driver?"

"Yes, a driver, Cope." I roll my eyes and focus on my hand. The room goes quiet for a minute and I can feel Cope looking intensely at me. I know what he is thinking, although he isn't my real brother I think we have bonded the best. My older sister had hated him. I think she would be happy he is as caring as he is. I just wished she was here, I think she would get on writing the Ticket as soon as she heard about it. Or maybe she wouldn't, it might just be Cope who did things in a hurry.

"Did you give him-"

"I'm working on it!" I yell, dropping the towel on the floor. I sigh and kneel down to pick it up. Before I can stand hands snake around my waist and i'm embraced by Cope. I gulp and turn around, sniffling into the crook of his neck.

"We don't have to go to work tomorrow, I think Rayes will understand if we stay home for a couple of days."

"I will. You can't miss work because of me." I said, lifting my head and looking into his eyes. When we were younger I couldn't tell if his eyes were blue or green, now they're a mix between hazel and a brown that makes his eyes brighter then they should be.

"Sure I can," He smirked and kissed my forehead. "Now, let's go get that hand fixed."

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It had turned night quite quickly and my hand was starting to slowly swell. I had unwrapped my knuckles to let them breathe for a moment before wrapping them up again. Cope had disappeared while I had fallen asleep. He had helped me write the Ticket earlier in the day. But I didn't know what he could be doing right now that would make him have to leave.