Hidden Life (on hold)

Chapter 28 - part 2:

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His mother seems to be extremely flustered, constantly asking if I would; "Fancy a cup of water? Or a tea? Perhaps a coffee? What about some cookies, maybe?"

She was still for sure one of the sweetest people I have ever met, even though I had only known her for 10 minutes at the most.

Ryan seemed just as embarrassed as his mother was excited, sighing whenever she fussed over either him or me, offering stuff or asking questions about our day, wellbeing and doing all the wonderful things that mothers like her do- it makes me wish that my own mother had been like that, or even here at all.

My mother was only ever around to feed me and put a roof over my head when I was a child, but she was still my mother. She was also killed in a house raid done by some gang, looking for drugs that she had stolen. It was fair, I suppose- she did steal them- but that left me all alone in an unforgiving world. That's when I went my own way and started to look after myself. I joined the people living at the gang house and watched the former second in command to my father do his job, learning the ropes until I thought I had the right knowledge to be able to take over the gang as its leader myself. The only female gang leader in America in current time.

When my mum was killed, dad ran. He ran and he never came back. And seeing Ryan and his grandma, I can already tell that something happened regarding both, or one of his parents. I feel sorry for him if he has lost his father, because I would never in my life wish that struggle and hurt on a single soul, no matter what they had done in their life or how much suffering they deserved.

"Are you sure you don't fancy a cookie, love?" I smiled slightly and let Ryan reply.

"Mum, she has already said that she is fine but how about you make up another batch while we talk in here?"

She smiles and walks perkily back into what I am assuming is a kitchen just off of the room we are in right now.

Ryan clears his throat, eager to get on with the conversation now that there are hopefully no more interruptions.

"Before we were interrupted earlier at school, you were going to say something about the gang, but I have forgotten which question is I asked so I will start again now and give you a chance to answer honestly, the first time."

He looks at me expectantly and my he'd raised and lowers jerkily in response to his statement. "Yeah, I'll answer your questions- for now."

"First, what gang are your three new 'besties' in?"

I think about if I should tell him, or if I should try to lead him in the wrong direction. I sigh, knowing that if I give him the wrong answer and he finds out, it won't end well. "Their in the Black Falcon gang" (thanks Tara_is_awesome )

His mouth stretches into a satisfied grin, and he leans back in his chair, confident in himself now that I have started to answer his questions. He thinks he has the upper hand, but it isn't him that holds it, it's me, and he just doesn't know it.

"I knew it. Well, how long have they been in the gang for?"

"I have no idea" I answer honestly with a shrug of my shoulders. I can't keep track of when every single person in my gang starts because I have more important things to do than that. "Why?"

"Because I want to know what age they were and how young they accept people."

"And why do you want that information so badly that you target and corner me?"

He stares at me with an unwavering gaze as he answers. "Because I know that there is more to you than meets the eye, and that you must have something to do with this gang if you know so much about them- or maybe you wish that you had something to do with the gang? I'm not too sure, but I am going to put the puzzle pieces together."

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