SOS (Sisters of Sins)

Sweet, Sweet Bat Mobile

Gang House, King William Street, Main City, 3:30pm
Bailee's POV:

I am so bored! Why aren't the Freya and Snow back yet? School ended thirty minutes ago and it only takes ten minutes to get back here, to the gang house.

I groan and sit up, crossing my legs. I stare at my large room. I'm sitting on my king sized bed, purple bedding and many pillows covering it. My cream walls stretch up high but they are hardly noticeable behind bookshelves, artworks and posters. The dark hardwood flooring, however partly covered by a shaggy rug, is reflecting the daylight entering through the left and only window. I glance forward to my stainless steel desk, then the wooden cupboard beside it.

All together, my room looks pretty rustic and that's how I like it.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and slide off, pushing myself up with my arms. I slide over to my desk on my socks and jump into the desk chair. It rolls a bit to the side before I pull it back to the desk.

What to do, what to do... Hmm, I would call one of the girls but it's not safe to contact people outside while you're here. I sigh and push the chair over to the cupboard.

I open one of the tall, slim timber doors and pull out my old A3 sketch book. I roll back to the desk and place it down and flip open the spiral bound pages. On the first worn down page is a side sketch of a girl with rainbow eyes and a loose grin on her face. The drawing is faded and smudged, showing age.

I smile, that was so long ago, I was so innocent.

I skip about twenty pages to a front view of a girl with no mouth and plain, lifeless eyes. It has a outline in black marker and a date, signature along side.

I run my finger over the date, licking my lips, fifth of November two thousand and fifteen. Mum stopped me from seeing dad, I had no say.

I skip into half way through the book. A girl, drawn in marker, was crying, the colours in her eyes draining as she did.

I squeeze my eyes shut. How could I forget the tears I shed over something so stupid?

I flip through another quarter of the book. Three boys stood in the picture, each looking different. They all had the same expression, desperate, helpless, dead.

I let out a sob, a tear falling onto the page. My eyes widen.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I stressed, covering my mouth with my hand. I grab the tissue and dab the ink that is now running. I throw my head back and start breathing heavily. A few tears slide down my face but I keep the rest in.

I stay like that for a minute, just feeling miserably helpless and sorry for myself. I get up, scratching my arms, and walk into the en suite. I look in the mirror to see my eyes puffy and my face pink. Thank God for water proof mascara though!

I sigh, wash my face, and walk out my room, into the hallway. The hallway walls are covered photos of families, doors and small lights. The hallway ends and the extravagant stair case comes into view, along with it's just as glorious twin on the other side.

Oh, when I said house, I meant mansion. Then again it has to be, about fifty of the gang members live here and some of their families do to. All together, about two hundred people live here, including the two chefs, three doctors and ten cleaners.

I walk down the stairs to the open floor kitchen and living. I can see four guys, early twenties, just lounging around and shouting at the football game playing on the TV.

"What the fuck are you dicks doing?" I yell with a raised eyebrow as I reach the last few stairs.

"Oh, hey, boss! He, he... Please let us watch the game!" Drew pleads, others agreeing. I roll my eyes and stand by the couches.

"Give me a smoke and I'll think about it." I offer, he gives me a cigarette and a lighter.

"Um, boss?" Henry, a hacker, asks me. I light the cigarette and hold it between two fingers up to my mouth.

"What?" I breathe out, blowing out a smoke ring.

"There's news that the gang Corrupted is back..." he answers shyly.

"What?" I hiss, pulling the smoke away from my face to look at him, clearly irritated. He hands me some papers and I scan them before handing them back and continuing to smoke. "When the girls get back we'll go and check it out. I doubt it's true though."

I don't smoke too often, but when I do, I really do. It's not that bad, Freya was and still is an alcoholic, only calmed down when I told her I'd take away her tech. Elise also had a drug problem, that, was really bad. It took us months to just convince her she had a problem.

I inhale the smoke one more time before crushing and leaving it in the ashtray. I take the beer I'm offered and immediately skull half of it. I light another smoke and lean back after inhaling and exhaling. I sigh and rub my temples.

"Who wants to play beer pong??" One of the guys exclaim as the game comes to an end. I perk up and grin. Shouts of agreement echo through the room and the guy, James I think, gets up to go get the cups.

My phone starts belting out Mercenary by Panic! At The Disco and I pick fish it out the back pocket of my black jeans.

"Frey-"

"Pick me up." she demands, losing all fake happiness from earlier.

"Okay, where?" I ask, since, oh yeah, I was suspended. Yay.

"Drakes house... Well, walking away from it." she explains, her tone flat and lifeless.

"OK, I'm coming. Ten minutes max." I confirm. She ends the call and I sigh.

I was really looking forward to beer pong...

I take another smoke as I finish my other one and head to the garage.

Come here my sweet, sweet bat mobile. Well, my version.
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Hey!

There is SO much info imbedded in there.

Next chapter they're going to get into some action so... Enjoy!

Bye!

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