Bar Fight

Bad Dream

Aleks' p.o.v

"James what are you doing?!" I shouted, the gun still pointed at me. I'm still pushed up against the wall, "Well if you might ask Aleksandr, you are here because you are useless. I dispose of useless." James smiled. I looked at him, disbelievingly, sadly, and just straight out scared. "James please I-you are everything to me. You're my best friend James. Please don't shoot," James only smiled wider he clicked back the gun. Then, he fired.

"James!" I jumped up from my bed and then I saw a face in mine, "Aleksandr, what's wrong?!" James face had matched mine when in that dream, I didn't know what came over me...I screamed, "BRETT!" I fell off the bed and started scooting back. James face was full of hurt and he was very confused as was I. "What's wrong?!" A voice came from the door I ran to it and hugged the daylights out of it. I didn't understand why that was what I did, "Shh, what happened," Brett's calming voice asked. Joe was in the room with us too. Aron cane running up the stairs. Everyone was in my room. The door was shut, "Aleks, James what's an answer, as does the rest of us." Brett let go so did I.

     "I'm sorry, I didn't know what happened. I just freaked out. I had a bad dream is all. J-James you sh-shot me." I looked up at him, he held a look as if he had just seen a damn ghost. "I know you would never do that but, I-It just happened so fast." James came to me slowly. He opened his arms. I shot into them.

     "Hey Jordan!" The boss man looked back behind him. I had shaggy hair. A beanie lay on top of it all. James came up behind me and tore it off. Jordan laughed. I glared and ran after him around the office. "Why is it you pick on me all the time?" James smirked, "because, you're the smallest. It's easiest. You're under the drinking age too. You're fun to drink beer around." I rolled my eyes, "so it's easiest to pick on me? That's why you're my friend?" James shook his head, "there are plenty of different reasons I'm you're friend. Too many to name off in my lifetime." James threw the hat back at me. "Thanks."

     I opened my eyes and let go of him, "Thanks guys, I'm sorry I had you all woken up." Joe shook his head, "Nah, Brett wasn't even sleeping, he was too busy on social media." Brett rolled his eyes, "shuddup." I smirked. "I hope I don't run back into that guy." I sat on my bed as James crawled back in it. He booted  me off. I glared as he chuckled. I went on the other side. I got the wall while he got the outside. It's always like this if he ever slept with me which was rare. I remember when he spooned me in my sleep. I even made a video talking about it. I had tried to do it one night to him but instead had fallen asleep on him. He was comfortable. Even though he woke up with a 'WHAT THE FUCK ALEKSANDR?!' Yell. I smiled at the memory.

     "I hope he doesn't either, I got a good conversation to start with for him." Brett growled. I looked at him, "you would actually beat someone up for me? What if you go to jail? Or worse, prison?!" Brett sighed and shifted his weight. I climbed out of my spot and stood. "You aren't going to," I gave him a stern gaze. He glared at me, "I'm going to and you aren't going to stop me Aleksandr." I pushed him, "No Brett! You aren't going to! You don't have to do this for me!" Everyone was on high alert now, the room had went silent. But then Brett spoke back, "Aleks, he hurt you. He picked on Joe and Aron. He's the reason that you have bruises all up and down you're body. He's the reason that you have stitches in you're side. He's the reason you have bled on me. The reason you have bled on James. No one wants to have to see a person they take as there brother to bleed on them. James and me have went through that though. You've been through pain. All of us want to beat the absolute shit out of him. So, I'm gonna find him and do it for us all."

   James p.o.v

     I watched Aleks. He shifted and sniffled, "don't get hurt in the process Brett. If you get caught. I'm getting you out of jail." Brett smiled down upon him, "I won't go to jail. Now enough mushy stuff, I may puke." Aleks laughed and brought Brett into a bro hug and let go just as fast. "It's about six a.m., how about I make breakfast?" Joe stepped in. "Alright."

     Aleks and me stayed in the room. They shut the door. He gave me a shy glance, "Aleks, Brett is right. You are a damn brother to us all. We can't have you get beat up and not do nothing about it. We have been comforting you. Now it's time to go for the kill. You understand? Joe and Aron will be here with you. Me and Brett are going tonight. If he's not there, we'll find him." I was standing in front of him again. "I understand. If anything goes wrong you have to contact me or Joe and Aron. Just please don't be stupid for me." I nodded, " I promise."

     "Hey you two breakfast is calling you!" Aleks cleared his throats and I smiled at him. Opening the door with a smirk I allowed him to go first. He went out to his hallway then made his way to the kitchen. I soon followed.

     Jared p.o.v

     I smiled widely. "Oh don't worry my brother, they will come. We can get him when they leave. The other two shouldn't be that hard to take down. We will get him." I assured my friend he chuckled with his gold tooth showing, "good I think we need to settle some scores for you and his fight." I glared, "he will pay." I put the cigar in my mouth and smiled wickedly...you can run but you can't hide...Aleksandr Marchant.