Twelve months ago Bailee's life fell apart.
Tony, the old leader of the gang Corrupted, took away everything she needed. One by one.
And it tore her apart. Tortured her. It made her a mere shell of who used to be. She worked on that, though, she f...
Rival Gang House, Ridley Grove, Woodville Gardens, 10:09pm Elise's POV:
I cautiously step inside the girls room. The light's on and there is only light sound so I have to be completely silent. I crouch down and make my way to besides a bed. I pull out a knife from where it was strapped on my leg.
She has headphones in. Perfect. I stand up and lunge over to her. I cover her mouth with my hand and hold the knife to her neck. Her body shakes as she places down her phone, her headphones being pulled out her ears.
"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream that would be perfect." I whisper in her ear, my voice coming out raspy thanks to the muffler.
I do as I say I would and she doesn't make a sound. See, tell someone to do something they do the opposite. I pull her up to the window and motion my fingers down.
Seconds later and a window shatters below us. She squirms and whimpers and I feel almost sorry for her. She didn't ask for this, she was probably pulled into it by a family member. It's fine though, I'm not actually going to hurt her; I'm more passive than the other two.
I grab a mask from my back pack and strap it onto her face. Oh, by passive, I mean psychotic. I'm more more psychotic then the other two. I keep the knife to her neck as I pull out my phone and signal Bailee.
Me- 😸
I told you, I'm psychotic. Soon enough I hear gunshots and I take it as my chance. I push the girl to the door, open it and push her through to the hall. At the end of the hall two boys are standing there, masks on.
"Let go of her." one of them growl. This one has a red mask and matching clothing. Good job, you listened to Deadpool.
"How about no?" I respond, taking a pistol from the holster on my hip. She whimpers and the other guy steps forward.
"Don't hurt her, please." he pleads, taking another step. I point the gun at him and the guy in red points a gun at me. Hm, I think I'll call him red. Oh, and I'll call this one... Shadow! Yeah, he is wearing black.
"I won't, as long as you answer this; why did you start Corrupted again?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He straightens his posture, not taking his eyes off the girl.
"He was my dad, and that's his daughter." he informs.
I scoff, "Are you planning on being just as ruthless? Or are you just seeking revenge?" I ask, pulling my gun away from him and behind me, to a window. I pull the trigger and drop the knife away from the girls neck. I run towards the now shattered window and jump out.
OK, may have forgot I was on the second floor. I quickly regain my balance and land with a roll, standing up afterwards. I run past a shooting Bailee but she soon catches on and we run back to the car. Freya's already there and we quickly speed off.
Once we're back home Bailee slows down and enters the garage. She parks it and gives the keys to Freya, who locks them in the vault. We don't speak for awhile as we gather ourselves. This is what we usually do, it let's us calm down from the adrenaline rush we usually get.
"Did you get any information, Snow?" Bailee asks me as Freya has a shower. Oh, yeah, we change down here after this kind of stuff. It's so nobody knows we, as in SOS, live here; to the world this is just a house. Well, four story mansion to be exact.
"Yeah, one of the new guys, and probably the leader, is Tony's son. Tony had a daughter too." I inform, taking off my hoodie, so does Bailee. Bailee doesn't answer just stands, seemingly lost in thought.
"I... I need a smoke... Or ten." She mumbles, taking a box of cigarettes from the small wooden shelf. She takes one out and pockets the box.
"You should have-"
"I'll take my chances." she says, walking away. I shake my head and brush my teeth, laughing when Freya screams at the sudden change of temperature. She gets out clutching the towel that's draped around her, another wrapped around her hair.
"I hate you." she scowls and I grin.
"But I'm adorable!" I exclaim, shooting my hands up in the air. She rolls her eyes, walking into the small change room. I chuckle and lock the door after entering the bathroom.
I strip off my many layers of clothes, the cold air immediately hitting my very pale skin. Goosebumps appear all over my body and I quickly start myself a hot shower. My short, platinum hair droops from its messy state over my face. I rub my face and let the warmth take over my slim figure.
Who were those boys? They didn't seem too old; probably late teens. Did we know them? I doubt it. Everything about them was hidden, like us. Why were they already disguised? Were they just about to go somewhere? I have no idea.
I get out of the shower and tightly wrap a white towel around my body. I blow dry my hair, which doesn't take long. I take out my stretchers, replacing them with slightly bigger ones. My stretchers can fit a pencil in them now so I'm not going to stretch them too much more.
I get out the bathroom and into the change room. I get into my usual PJ's, a tight, long sleeve shirt and shorts, plus a singlet underneath. I walk through the door to the main room.
"Aw, you're so cute, Snowflake." a voice says and I immediately match it as Dukes. I turn around to see him, just as I expected. "Gorgeous as ever I see." he compliments, his signature smile shining.
"Hey, you arse!" I exclaim, hugging him. He squeezes me briefly before pulling back.
"It's ass. Bloody Europeans." he taps my nose, shaking his head.
"Whatever you butt." I smile, as he does too. He is so good looking...
"Okay, goodnight Snowflake." he farewells, giving me a kiss on the forehead. I sigh, content and relaxed thanks to him.
"Night." ___
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OK, warning, I'm about to rant. So, my best friend in the entire world gave me the worst news ever today. She. Is. Going. To. A. Different. School. My reaction? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HOW COULD YOU?!
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And, no, I was not over reacting. It was perfectly plausible. Plus, she's like my only friend... And a sister to me.
