Kidnapping the Gang Leader

5 - Mom

Tunage: It Ain't Me - Selena Gomez and Tygo

Sorry if this chapters a bit too intense, am I moving too fast? Let me know your suggestions!

Charlie Heaton as Charles, (totally not intentional lol)

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To say I slept would be a lie. How long I was originally passed out for, I'm not really sure, but I knew with concussions you didn't go to sleep. I just paced around the room with an annoying migraine, my body stiffening whenever I heard any footsteps outside my door.

It wasn't until eight am the next morning when the door opened and Joey walked in, his face still in the same sympathetic expression from earlier. For some reason, it really freaking annoyed me.

"Come on, breakfast is downstairs." I huffed as I followed him, my fingernails gripping onto my arm out of habit. As soon as we entered the kitchen I felt all the eyes on me, my dumbass making sure to meet their stares head on.

I sat down with Joey to my right and Jake to me left, Charles sitting in front of Jake and diagonal to me. An empty plate sat next to Charles, who was still giving my death stares. Why? Not really sure. But I couldn't take it after less than a minute and looked up, giving him my fiercest glare I had learned to perfect over the years.

He flinched a bit and turned when the door opened up again, the seat next to him scraping against the wood floor. Damien flopped down and began loading eggs and bacon into his plate, not even bothering to say anything to those around him.

"So, could maybe possibly go home? You know, to get stuff." I asked quietly, watching as Damien continued to eat with one arm.

"What could you possibly want to get? Guns? Knives?" I grit my teeth at Charles, his face set in his famous scowl he always gave me.

"Fucking tampons, what do you think! Clothes, a phone charger, to make sure my mom isn't fucking dead in her own vomit!" His eyes widened at the end of my sentence, my mind skidding to a stop inside of my brain as I realized what I just said.

God I need to think before I talk.

"We can go after breakfast." I looked hesitantly to Damien, his eyes staring at me with an unknown emotion.

Joey and Jake on the other hand? Pity. Stupid fucking pity.

I growled and took a piece of toast and bacon, shoving them into my mouth as I stood up and made my way up the stairs. I opened the door to Damien's room and stalked to his closet, shutting it behind me as I tugged off my shirt. I slid on a grey shirt hanging up, looking around to make sure I was truly alone, and sniffed his shirt gently.

Good god, I was pathetic. His smell even turned me on. How did a human being smell this good!?

I sighed before opening the closet door and going into his adjoining bathroom, taking a makeshift shower with a rag, the sink, and regular soap. I finally smelt somewhat okay, my face fresh from what makeup I had on and my clothes looked okay. The leggings I had on the day before paired well with Damien's large grey shirt, making me look even smaller than I did before compared to him.

I wasn't small though. My chest was too big for my liking and my hips too rounded, including a bit of a bump from my stomach. Not exactly sure where the stomach came from, I don't eat much at home, mainly because my mother ate everything in sight when she's drunk or high.

I finally made my way back into the room, greeted with Damien taking his shirt off. His back was thankfully, facing me, so he didn't see the way my eyes widened and my mouth falling open. I quickly snapped my mouth shut before leaning against the doorway, fiddling with my fingers.