Story Of My Life ✔

Love Is Worth The Pain

Everyone on the streets has heard that I'm back. Everyone is cowaring away as I walk by. I'm getting tired of it. I used to love it. It showed that I was powerful and not to mess with me. But I'm not the same person as I was all those years ago. I kicked Andrew's butt after I saw those pictures. Now he has a broken arm, black eye, bruised nose and rib cage. He should learn not to do that, ever again or I'll go even more damage. There might be the need for the hospital or a funeral. Yes, I know what your thinking. You've never seen this side of me before. Well this is the other me, the me before I left the gang. But I don't ever regret leaving.

It's been a year and half. I'm dying inside. I haven't seen Rose, or anyone else for over a year. More importantly, I haven't seen Ivan in over a year. It's killing me to at least see a picture of him or hear his laugh or him calling me 'my reina'. God, I miss them all. Andrew crushed my phone, so I can't call anyone from my old life. Only the ones from this life. My friend Dakota has been keeping me busy. She always finds a way to make me laugh even though I'm dying inside and she knows that. Dakota hates Andrew for what he did and won't even talk to him. Some of the others won't talk to him either. And I can see that this making him frustrated.

I'm currently in my room, when I hear shouting. I grab my gun from underneath my bed when I hear unfamiliar voices coming from downstairs. I slowly open my door and tiptoe down, looking and checking each and every room. I reach the front door, where Andrew and a bunch of other men stood. I recognized Dave in the bunch and mentally gasped. I then took the time to notice that they were all armed and were wearing police outfits. I stepped down on the last step, forgetting that it made a creaking noise and everyone turned to look at me. Andrew glared. Some of the cops pointed their guns at me and I pointed mine towards them. But Dave waved them off, pointing them back towards Andrew. But Andrew being Andrew, grabs me, taking me by surprise, and points the gun at my head. There's nothing I can do. If I move, I die. So, I have to stay put.

"Lower your weapons or she's dead." Andrew said, pressing the gun harder against my skull. It hurt but I got over it. Then I saw the last person I expected to be here. Ivan. He was in the back, hidden. I then noticed Jake, Anthony, and Chance there too, standing beside Ivan. I did another mental gasp and tears built up, my lip slightly quivering. Andrew couldn't see this but Dave could and he knew I saw them. I mouthed to Dave 'not today, come back tomorrow'. I saw Ivan shake his head and go to get me but a police officer holds him back. 'I love you' I mouthed to Ivan and tears came to his eyes. I looked over to the other boys and mouthed the same thing. Which had them in tears also. This is what is causing me pain. Andrew's causing me pain. It may not physical pain, but it's emotional and mental pain. It's killing me slowly.

The police and SWAT slowly back off, putting there guns down. They all backed out of the building, watching as more and more of the gang came down. Dakota, Cain, and the others who didn't agree with what Andrew did, which was A LOT, were shouting at Andrew, some almost throwing punches. Andrew finally let go of me and let's say, an angry legend is not a good way to make people like you.

I spun around punched Andrew square in the jaw, then the eye, then his bruised nose. I kicked the back of his knees, which made me call to the ground on his knees. I continued to kick him. His stomach, his legs, his arms. He deserves this and I know that he knows this by the look in his eyes. He tried fighting back but I just punched him in the face and kicked him were the sun doesn't shine. Andrew didn't try to fight after that.

After an hour later, I was done with Andrew. I got off of him and turned, walking back to my room. But Andrew talking made me stop. I turned around to see him sitting up, his whole body bruised up, a gun in his hand pointing at me. "You walk away and I'll put this bullet in your head." Andrew said, trying to stand up. But he failed and fell to the ground. Andrew sat back up though. He had the gun pointed straight at my heart.

"Oh, I'd like to see you do that. You shoot me and you'll lose everything I built for you. You'll lose all your fighters, all your weapons, everything. So shoot me, do it. Do it and you will regret every moment of it. And trust me, even if I am dead, I can name millions of people who would want you dead. So shoot me." I said, crossing my arms. Andrew looked around and saw everyone glaring at him. Looks like everyone is on my side now. Andrew out the gun down and Dakota picked it up, handing it to me. I nodded thanks and made my way up to my room.

I cried.

I cried because I didn't at least get to hold Ivan or give him a kiss or hear his accent. I cried because I didn't get to feel the warmth in my brothers hug (Jake and Kent and Keith and the boys) or hear Chance's funny jokes. I'm crying for them. Even if it is causing me pain. I love them all. The Pain is worth it because I love them all. Because love is worth the pain.