Phoenix's Ride (A MRBC Sequel)

Roman's Past

Roman's POV: (heheh)

I felt weird, nervous, upset, all kinda of emotions I couldn't place, knowing I was going to tell someone about my past. That someone being Phoenix made it even worse. I've only known her for two days, why did I say I was going to tell her again? Oh that's right, the way her eyes shined with curiosity made me say I'd tell her.

I plopped down on a bean bag I had laying by a window, and looked up at Phoenix, who was studying my many music posters. I watched as her chocolate brown eyes roamed the room once more, then she sat down on my bed, looking at me expectantly.

"Where should I start?" I sighed, my heart beating wildly. She smirked," At the beginning." I rolled my eyes, of course.

"You want to know how I got my tooth chipped?" I asked her. I don't have to tell her my past, just how I got my tooth chipped. But something told me that wasn't going to satisfy her, it's worth a shot though.

When she nodded, I simply stated," I got in a fight?" Although that came out sounding like a question, that was the truth, well, a half truth. She raised her eyebrows, "with what? A metal pipe." I flinched, she was close.

Her eyes narrowed," stop trying to go around things Roman, just tell me." See, I knew I wasn't going to get away with that. I sighed, might as well tell her the whole story," It all started last year when a man came here to stay a while."

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(One year earlier, in Austin Tx.)

A younger man, about my age, walks through the door I just opened, he has red hair, that almost looks orange, and deep blue eyes. Let's not forget the freckles all over his face and arms.

"Hey, I'm Frank." He greets me with a nod of his head and a smile. I smile back, and stick out a hand for him to shake," I'm Roman! My Mom and Dad are in the kitchen, follow me." So he did.

When they seen him my Mom smiled, waving him over to the table to sit, while my Dad studied him with his sapphire blue eyes, his unruly blonde hair pushed back.

Frank fidgeted next to me in his seat, "Hi, I'm Frank." He gives them a nervous smile and a little wave.

Dad smiles," I'm Zach and this is Eve" he motions to Mom, then gets serious, and I know it's my time to leave the room. So I do.

~~~~~~~ (one week later) ~~~~~~~

Me and Frank were hanging out at a cafe down the block. We had gotten along great so far, and we're only growing closer.

"Why'd you come here anyways? What's your story?" I asked him, truly curious as to why he was here.

Almost instantly his good mood turned sour," My Dad was killed." He left it at that. I had so many questions running through my head.

Where's his mom? Did she die too? Why was his dad killed? Should I ask? Or will I sound like I'm prying? I'm starting to think like a girl, I just need to ask him like a normal person.

I voiced some of my thoughts," What happened to your mom? And why was your dad killed?" He looked the other window, eyes distant.

"My mom died giving birth to me," he started, looking at me again," and my dad.... well he was in a gang. Then he tried to get out, but they threatened to kill me. He came home that night in a rush, told me to get packed and we were leaving. Before we could go they shot him. I managed to get away and to safety, but they promised me they'd find me and kill me."

A sudden chill fell over us, I wanted to say more, ask more questions, be nosey, but before I could Dad called and asked for us to come home, I'll ask another day.

~~~~~~~~(2 months later)~~~~~~~

I never got to ask more questions, at first we would always be to busy, or something would happen before I could ask. Then it just started slipping my mind till I got to the point where I wasn't very  curious anymore.

Mom had just gone out, getting groceries or something, and Dad would be home from work soon. Frank had just went outside, he's taking the trash out, I think.

Just as I was about to take a bite of my cheeseburger, I had made it from leftovers from the other night, Frank ran into the house, panicking.

"They've found me! We have to-" he suddenly stopped, then looked down in horror as blood seeped out of the bullet hole in his chest, right above his heart. The he fell forward in a lifeless heap, strangled gasps leaving his lips before shuddering to a stop.

I stood there shocked, what just happened.... this has to be a dream. Everything sounded like it was underwater, and looked disoriented.

I was vaguely aware of a group of men coming in, then a gun being pressed to the back of my head, the cold metal bringing some sense back to me.

I wasn't going to stand here, if I was going down, I'd go down fighting. Before the guy could pull the trigger, I quickly spun around, elbowing him in the stomach.

Another man from the gang slammed his gun into my face, chipping my tooth and causing me to fall down, dazed. Then I heard a voice, it sounded familiar. Is that Dad?

I looked up, the gun was pointed at me, all of the men were masked and had sunglasses on, so I only seen my reflection from the sunglasses.

Then I seen Dad. I don't hear the gun go off the first time, just the look of shock on Dads face, my face probably mirroring his. Then I heard a loud BANG, once, then twice. He fell forward, and I caught him.

I heard someone from the gang say to leave me, then they were gone. The police arrived soon after, even though I wasn't the one to call them. I had been holding my Dad, was he even alive still?

They tried to take him from me, but I wouldn't let them. If they take him I won't see him again! This is my fault! He died because of me...

I felt a slight prick in my arm when someone got to close to me, soon after I fell asleep. Only waking up the next day to find Mom laying on the hospital bed with me, her eyes puffy.

~~~~~~~~~(present day)~~~~~~~~

"I later found out he had died a minute or so after being shot, and Frank had died almost instantly." I finished my story, only now looking at Phoenix.

She had tears in her eyes that had yet to fall, so I pulled her into a hug, she hugged me back, in a death grip.

"I'm so sorry Roman." She whispered, she amazes me sometimes, she barely knows me, yet here she is, feeling my pain.

"I'm here for you," she said, louder this time, pulling back to look me in the eyes, and I believed her.
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