Undiscovered Secrets

Gabi (6) Derek

Quote of the Chapter: "Don't get confused between my personality and my attitude. My personality is who I am, my attitude depends on who you are."

A long story I guess I have to tell.

In 10th grade I was walking home from school. Three guys came up to me in shiny, black Lamborghini.

"Hey!" one man exclaimed rolling the window down. "You're sexy. How old are you?" I started to walk away and go home. Who has time for their bullshit?

The man couldn't have been much older than me. 20 at least. I could still kick ass if I had to.

Ducking my head down, continuing to walk, as they continued to catch up to me, I heard another man in the car say, "Dumbass! You can't speak to the girl like that man. You wanna get us killed? That's SilverSnip's baby sister. The one we told you about."

A new guy popped into view who had on an army cap. The first guy who was in the driver's seat with a skull jacket. His face became pale like he'd seen a ghost.

Was I that scary? A ghost?

"Shit!!! I'm so sorry. Please don't tell your brother! I didn't know we would find you this fast! My boys didn't even tell me what you looked like. I apologize! Can you please find any pureness in your heart to forgive me? Don't kill me please!"

What in the world was going on? Find me? His boys? He was sorry? Did my brother know them? Derek had to, because my brother is no longer living.

"My brother is dead." I was a bit more direct then I should have been, especially to a group of dangerous looking strangers.

"He died three years ago. And who in the hell is SilverSniper? I'm sorry, but I think you two have the wrong girl. I am heading home, so good-bye." I threw up a peace sign creating a new signature move for myself every time I'd bid adieu.

Starting up my journey again towards home, this time turning back around going the long way, I heard the car make a U-Turn. "They better not be stalking me," I mumbled under my breath.

Walking faster I barely heard, "Damn, he never told you." I ignored yet again another different voice, until curiosity hit. "Tell me what? He is in heaven." I hollered back.

"We can prove to you that S.S. is your brother and that he is healthy and alive."

I stopped in my tracks. Proof? As if?

The different voice in the backseat of the Lamborghini showed his face. He had no shirt on, showing his large snake tattoo beginning at his face trailing through his abs.

Snake dude looked scary as fuck.

"Prove it then."

The first guy who talked, skull jacket, said, "Feisty. Just like your brother. Here shortie."

Skull handed me a picture. The picture had all three of the guys that were in the car talking to me now and my brother front and center.

Derek was holding two machine guns across his chest that made an "X". The others had guns pointed to their heads, snake guy kneeling in the front.

Was my brother in a gang? Is that how he died? I craved so many answers to questions I was about to ask.

"What happened to my brother? How did he die? Was it because of whatever fight club or gang you guys are in? Tell me!"

My brother was 19 when he passed and I 16. I had no idea why or what caused his death. Even at his funeral, the cause of death was claimed 'Unknown.' These guys probably knew what really happened.

"That's the thing sweetheart," Snake tat said. "He isn't dead."

My face drooped down slowly. I stood there, completely stunned. The guys now changed their moods of annoyance into concern at my sudden shock.

After a minute I managed to stammer, "But, but, but at the funeral. That was his body, I know it was! Same features and everything. It was him."

"Nope. I hate to break it to you babe, but that was a fake one Pablo here put together. Did a decent ass job huh?"
The army cap guy pointed to the guy who called me a hottie. Skull jacket. His name is Pablo.

Got it.

I became defensive, really fast. A trait I need lose. "Why did he fake his death! Is he ok? Where is he?"

"Coooooool your jets there shortstack. Your brother is residing in our hideout." Snake said this like I should have known.

Tattoo man and all of them were getting on my nerves. I'm sick of this. I wanted answers and I wanted them now.

"Listen here Pablo!!!" I directed my threat at him because that was only name I knew. "You better tell me what gang this is and where my brother is!
Take me there and explain all this fucking crap right now!!!"

Showing my authority and my strength I grabbed Pablo's jacket by the collar, pulling hard. He also has straps.

As I started to choke him, Army guy says, "How about we have Derek tell you. Everything you want to know because- "

"Open the damn door and let her in! NOW Braden!!! Stop talking!" Pablo yelled at army cap. I was pulling tighter and tighter on Pablo's strings getting impatient.

Braden is the name of the guy in the passenger seat with the army cap.

Got it.

Braden finally unlocked the door letting me hop in the backseat next to Snake. I wanted to know his name as well, but Snake didn't respond.

It took us 45 minutes to finally arrive. The neighborhood we stopped in wasn't very nice. In fact, it looked abandoned. Houses with X's on the doors and busted up windows. Old apartment buildings and worn down hotels surrounded us. I am sort of regretting my choice of coming here.

At least I have protection. (Pablo, Braden and Snake tattoo), if I got to know them better.