Flowers

Kim ~Mr. Gang Leader

Chapter two

Kim ~Mr. Gang Leader

I still am sitting in my bedroom. After last night I want nothing to do with Oliver. His gang killed my father. My dad wouldn't want me talking to him, Would he?

Dragging myself out of bed, I take a shower, a long shower. As I was singing and humming 'Teenagers' By My Chemical Romance, I hear the front door open. My instincts quickly turn off the water at my heart beats in my throat. My pink towel was waiting to be wrapped around my body and that's what I did. Running to my bedroom I shut my door and lock it then put on black yoga pants, a white button up shirt with a collar, and tie dye fuzzy socks with my wet hair up in a bun at the top of my head. Loud thumps come from downstairs and me being me, I step of and hold my hair brush.

"What the hell Oliver!" I yell as he looks at me. "Get out of my house." I walk down the stairs. "Like now." I cross my arms as he looks at me with a smirk on his face. My heart beating faster as he came towards me.

"I don't think you want that, Sweetheart." He says confidently. I shake my head.

"You thought wrong Mr. Gang Leader." I poke his hard chest and walk to the kitchen as he follows.

"I'm sorry Kim, About Lennon. I didn't know you that well at the time and he sure as hell wasn't going to give the money." His blue-gray eyes twinkle in the kitchen light. I decide to change the subject.

"Wait, why aren't you at school it's Friday." I pour myself orange juice.

"Skipped." He chuckles lowly. "I see you aren't at school either." He cocks his head to the side as I sip my juice.

"Didn't feel like going actually." I mumble as the memories from last night replay in my head. It was too much. I haven't heard my fathers name in a while. It stuck to my heart. All the times we went to the field together as he held me while picking beautiful flowers. I want those days back but instead a gang leader is standing in front of me. "My dad was a good man. Now me and my mom are going through depression. My mom has suicidal thoughts and drinks almost every fucking day. She's in the mental hospital while I'm here trying to stay strong!" Tears now flow freely. "Just stay out of my life and get out!" I pound on his chest as he grabs my wrists and looks at the scars. Great now here comes the 'pity'.

"You cut yourself?" His eyes look in worry. Yes I did.

Flashback

'Mom are you okay?' I would ask while she nodded her head and gulped down the vodka from the bottle. Tears stained her cheeks, eyes red and puffy. My heart was breaking.

I go to the bathroom and grab a razor. The one I've shaved my legs with this past week. It was as sharp as a bear claw. I think for a moment while looking at it and myself in the mirror.

Life is just a living hell. I think to myself as I slide the razor across my skin watching the blood creep out of my skin.

Life isn't fair. I cut again feeling alive and not ignored. I'm hurting myself inside and out. Maybe I should just jump freely from the field and into the sharp rocks by the river.

Tears stream down my face.

Dad I miss you.

Flashback over

I was crying as I remember the awful moment in my life. My mom ignoring me and drinking like she still does but I hurt myself. Sometimes you read in books how the boy you love kisses your scars when about to make love.

What boy do I have to love?

Exactly my friend, I have no boy. No one in my life. Not even Lila anymore. Lord sake she left me when I showed her the scars.