Running With The Gang Leader

Nine

(Warning: This chapter contains suicidal tendencies.)

Hunter's eyes snapped open as he groaned. The girl on the bed stirred and woke up. I heard her exclamation of "What the fuck?", but I ignored her.
Hunter stared up at me, realization clouding his features. He looked around the room to the others, but quickly found my eyes again. I could see the tears in his eyes. The look on his face caused my eyes to water.

"I'm so sorry Becky,  I'm so fucking sorry. I'm a fucking idiot and I'm so so sorry. I don't even..." he continued, but I blocked him out. I just stared down at him, my heart breaking. I could feel my world shattering. My life was deteriorating around me.

The emotional turmoil caused my mind to replay every terrible situation I'd ever encountered. The man Zamon murdered in front of me, the death of my parents, of Kyle,  and the boys.  Every fight my parents had.  What Adam did to me. I went even further than that. I thought of every stupid fight I had with Riley, with Sebastian. When my father cheated on my mother, but she stayed with him anyway. How I didn't get the chance to go to College, to live my life. I didn't ask to be born, I didn't have a choice, and I still don't.  I don't have a life. I live and I breathe, but is that really living?. I was brought out of my reverie to find Zamon holding Hunter against the wall, but Hunter wasn't focused on Zamon,  he was still apologizing to me.

I turned and slowly walked out of the room. I knew that Holland was following me, but I didn't stop. The car lights lot up as Holland unlocked it. She sat in the driver seat while I sat in the passenger seat. She took off as I closed my eyes.

***

I lay on the bed in my motel room, staring at the wall. The room was dark, the curtains were closed. It had been hours since we found Hunter, but I wasn't paying attention for anything. All I knew was that it was night. Holland had come to my door a few times, even Keenan had come. But I refused them both.

Maybe I deserved this. I pushed Hunter until he cheated on me. I hid stuff from him, about his own mother. Then to push salt into his wounds, I accused him of murdering Kyle. Kyle, who didn't deserve any of this. So many innocent people were hurt in all of this drama.

I hauled myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. I stripped and got into the shower. I sat on the cool tiled floor,  with my back against freezing tiles, as the water flowed over me. I clutched my razor in my hand as I stared off into the distance.

Kyle spun me with the tempo and beat of the song, and dipped me low to the floor. I let out a started squeal, and started laughing with him.

He had done a good job distracting me through the night, though it never lasted long.

"Thank you" I quickly kissed him, before pulling away.

Memories began assaulting me.

My hands replaced Holland's as I nelt next to Kyle, applying pressure to the hole in his chest. Keenan sat on the other side of him, crying out his brothers name, while Kyle stared up at me with glassy eyes.

The noise dimmed as he spoke around his pain,: I love you.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I sobbed, watching as a steady, thin stream of blood ran down his chin.

"I love you!" I spoke around my sobs, leaning down to kiss him.

My razor slashed as more memories flashed quicker and quicker.

I swung my door open, and quickly ran done the corridor in search of Zamon...

"Your not wanted here anymore, Rebecca. There's no use for you."

I just gaped at him.

"All you do is cause people pain and anguish. Everyone you touch dies. Your the reason Kyle is dead."

His words shook my body, shattering my heart, making me flinch away from him. But he didn't stop.

"Your a disease, you destroy everything and everyone. You've continued to ruin everything for everyone in this town. Nobody wants you. Your nothing anymore Rebecca. Your a worthless, pathetic little girl."

Zamon's words began to blend into reality, and I glanced up to find him busting into the bathroom. His mouth moved, but my hearing was failing. He grabbed a towel and flung the shower door opened.

I felt my mouth move, and I realized I was callimg for Zamon in anguish. I looked down, and saw the blood covering my arms and legs. It swirled with the water and into the drain. Zamon yanked me up and out of the shower. He wrapped the towel around me, and hoisted me onto the vanity.

He cleaned my arms,  then checked the damage. The cuts were long, but not deep. He rubbed something into them, then wrapped bandages around both arms. He was breathing heavily once he finished. His hands gripped my jaw, and forced me to look at him.

"Don't ever, ever do that again!. Do you hear me Rebecca?, promise me you won't ever do that again." His voice cracked. The emotion in his voice caused a sob to leave my mouth. Tears flowed down both of our cheeks. I looked up at him through watery eyes. His hands still held my jaw. We were both breathing heavily. My breath hitched as he pulled my chin higher, then closed the gap between us. He stared into my eyes. It reminded me of the first time I saw him. Those blue eyes watched me just the same. Then his lips were on mine.

His lips brushed mine softly at first, but soon grew more heated. The kiss sent shivers down my spine. I pulled him closer, and wrapped my legs around him. I groaned as he began to pull away. He closed his eyes before looking at me.

"Rebecca, you need to sleep." I knew what he was saying. That we couldn't do that again, like we had after kyle. He easily picked me up and carried me to the bed. He rummaged through my bag and pulled out a long shirt and some black panties. He dressed me slowly, starting with the shirt, then my panties . I tingled as he pulled the fabric up over my legs and quickly released them.

He tucked me into the bed, but before he could leave, I pulled him down with me. He sighed, before wrapping his arms around me. I fell asleep surrounded in warmth.