Leader's Possession

Daddys Little Monster

  Never in my life have I ever done anything wrong. I do fairly well in school and I am not that much of an asshole...sometimes;however, people don't like me. It's not that I'm a slut or I am the mean girl of the school, but rather a certain someone of whine I am related to, my father. Don't get me wrong, my father loves me and didn't want my life to be revolved around what he does, but shit happens and by shit I mean having a whole entire town in Colorado, fear me because they think my dad will shoot them if they happen to look at me. Well my father or a group of twenty-nine men. Either one works.

I sit up in bed, looking at my noisy alarm click that has been going off for the past twenty minutes. It doesn't bother me anymore. It goes to the radio after five alarms, so it's a bit nice. I get up and listen to radio while I change out of my night gown and into a pair of jeans, white shirt, small heels, and a leather jacket to pull it off. What? Gotta give the town the badass look they all expect. I quickly add mascara, eyeliner, and dark red lipstick. I'm really going all out today
"Abby, are you awake?", a rusty tells from the bottom of the stairs. Rusty? Ok. I hear footsteps and then the sudden appearance of a man in my door, my father. His grayish-brown hair is combed and he wears a similar leather jacket to mine. Hi face is drained of color and I notice the bags under his eyes that have been there for years. The smell of smoke lingering on him makes me want to gag.

"Morning," I say to him. I turn to grab my bag and continue, "Did something happen last night?". It's obvious he was in invoked in some sort of fire by the way his pants look torn up and how the smoke smell isn't just from cigarettes.
"Was walking down to the hideout and some rivals started business, so I ended it...", he states proudly as if he won an award. I give him my best 'really, again' look and swing my bag over my shoulders. "Which is one of the reasons why I came to talk to you. A boy from the rival group has challenged me to a fight for leadership.", he says casually. My eyebrows raise at the thought processes. He hasn't been challenged in years. And a boy?

"Who?" I ask, keeping my voice calm. Why would anyone dare challenge my father? Don't they know that he shows no mercy? Or that the gang is something more than just a challenge or a dare? I have heard of nobody nearby who would rise to this or even think of it. I shift around uncomfortably as more thoughts pore into me.

"His name is Trevor. He goes to your high school.", he says, something changing in his voice. He can't be speaking of him, can he. The only boy I know in the school who would do this, and who's name is Trevor, is Trevor Miles.

Trevor Miles is the schools bad boy and prankster who will do anything to impress people or boost his reputation, but I don't see how this would get him favored in any way. He has to be insane.

"Wait, That's not it. If he wins, not only will he have the gang. I will be forced to leave town until told otherwise, but you... You have to stay here and you become his. I won't be able to help you or take you."