That Guy Has A Punash!!!

Chapter 2

I woke up in the nurse's office with everyone staring at me. When I had opened my eyes, Kiara the crazy-ass bitch in our group, jumped up and screamed "He's alive!!!" then placed a big slobbery kiss on my jaw. "Girl, you need to learn how to kiss. You left drool on my cheek." I say disgustingly.

"Maybe he'll teach her." I hear Khalia whisper to Daniel. These two keep whispering to each other, they need to get a room........and I'll tell them just that. "Maybe Daniel will teach you, you both keep whispering to each other maybe you should just get a room". Khalia just rolls her eyes at my comment but Daniel's face turn a bright pink. I smirk at his expression and wiggle my eyebrows. He turns a darker shade, flips me off and hangs his head to hide his flushed expression.

I try to get up but I absentmindedly use my injured hand to prop myself up, proving futile. The guys helped me up and they accompanied me to my car. Alex, my best friend and former partner in crime, brought me home. He carried my bag to the door and placed it inside. We exchanged goodbyes and he left. Due to my "transgender" issue, none of my friends have actually been inside my house. The furthest they've ever come was my front door and to the backyard where we had a pool. It was kind a cruel but I just couldn't risk exposing myself. In the house were a lot of pictures of me before and after my transformation. I didn't want any of them to find out because to tell the truth, I don't trust them; I don't trust anybody.

I changed into a pair of sweats then I started cleaning or I, at least tried cleaning but my fingers were too sore. So I headed to my room and just fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of chatter downstairs. I headed to the living room where I found my parents and brother talking. They all stopped when I walked into the room.

"You okay, darling? We heard you had to come home early." I just raised my hands to let them see the bandages. I don't talk to my parents as they don't like the sound of my voice. I started taking testosterone pills after the plastic surgery so that I'd look and sound more of a male and my parents always thought that it was a bit extreme.

"What are you guys talking about?" I whispered to Jackson as I sat beside him. "It's nothing, sis." He said trying to assure me. A humourless chuckle rocked my body as I shook my head, turning to my parents. "You were sent on another job, weren't you? You guys haven't even been back half a day and that fucking retard's already sending you away!?!?" I could see Mom cringe at my language... or was it my voice? I could never tell. 

I started pacing, thinking about the situation. I turned to Jackson, "You know what this means right, they're up to something. Today Matthew came by the school, he was looking for me."

Jackson's eyes went so wide, they looked like they'd pop any second. "Khloe, please tell me you're lying just to get mom and dad to stay." "I'm not desperate for their attention." I said glaring at him as I leaned against the door jamb.

It was Jackson's turn to pace. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, his thinking face on. He suddenly hissed his teeth and walked out the room, his fist clenched at his side, now with his bitch-I'm-gonna-kill-you face. Mom rushed after him, calling his name.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax. "Why were you even in the mafia? I'm sure I raised you better than that and because of your involvement, the whole family is in danger." I hissed my teeth defiantly. Every time I'm alone with either mom or dad, they say these words to me. At first the look of disappointment on their faces would hurt me but then I would remember all the deep shit they were in before I joined the mafia. Neither they nor Jackson knew that I knew that they had dealings with the Middle street gang, which had connections to the Markov mafia; the mafia I was a part of. I don't intend to say anything until I know I can do something with the info.

I got up avoiding the question as usual. He grabbed my hand and I flashed him off. "Don't touch me. You don't deserve to know......you're not any better." my voice getting soft near the end. Dad's eyes cast down, a look of hurt crossing his face. "You're still my little girl." he said looking up at me.

"No, I'm not," I said walking to the door, "I'm your son, don't forget that." I walked away knowing that if I didn't an argument would start.

For the rest of the day, Jackson had walked around with his bitch face on. Whenever he had that on, we knew better than to talk to him. I'm sure he was thinking of killing Matthew just like I was when I had seen him earlier.

At the moment, I was lying in bed trying to sleep but I couldn't because every time I dozed off, the memory of that hellish night would cause me to jolt awake.

It must have been after midnight when I heard my window creaks open. As quietly as I could, I pulled my pistol with the silencer and matching blade from my bedside drawer; gun in right hand, blade in left. The person entered and crossed my room to my closet. He opened it and pulled out a safe I had. It contained the gun that I had drawn in class. Somehow the person knew the code as they opened it with ease.

"Put it back," I said and saw the person go rigid, "Put. It. Back." I said, putting more force into my voice. He closed back the safe and began to rise slowly; I flipped off the safety of the gun in warning. I stood up and crossed to the switch and flipped it on. It was a good thing the night was cold and I had put on my hoodie. Since the light was on I didn't want the person to see my face because I didn't know who it was and didn't want them to see my face as they could be members of the mafia looking for me. "Turn around...slowly and pull that hoodie off so I can see you." He turned around and pulled off the hoodie and I saw that it was Alex.

In shock, I step back and lowered the gun. He took this chance and lunged at me. I slashed at him with my blade and cut him across his left arm. During our struggle, the pistol dropped out of my hand and when it hit the floor, I heard the faint whizz of a bullet being fired. And it hit me in my right shoulder, I screamed. I threw a quick punch to knock Alex out, causing me to scream from the pain that shot up my arm and shook my body. Alex fell to the ground groaning. As I stood to make my way to my door, Jackson burst in, followed by Mom who came in a few seconds later.