It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Jock····

So... This is indeed the last chapter of the story. I've had such an awesome time writing this story and it made myself laugh at times. Hehe...😁😁 Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter and as usual VOTE and COMMENT your... Whatever you wanna say. Really. It could just be 'hi' and that two letter word will make my day. Even better! VOTE and COMMENT if you are looking for a sequel... *WENK WENK* 😉

And I'm actually rushing the end, if you didn't know...

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····The Jock····

"What do you think of this?" Mallory asked as she pointed to the Long Beach University. I leaned in closer and pouted. Right now, between school and sports, college was the most stressful thing in our lives. I had already planned on going to Berkeley, because of my sports scholarship, but since Mallory hated Berkeley for some unknown reason, we had comprised to find a school close to it.

"Look, I could just go to a different school if you want." I said. Mallory frowned and put away the brochure for the college. She linked her arm with men and rested her head on my shoulder.

"But that's not why I want!" she cried out. I didn't say anything. I clenched my jaw and let her finish. "I don't want to be treated like a snob and I surely don't want to get everything I want. That's not what I signed up for when I came into this life and definitely not what I asked when you asked me out!" she scolded me for some reason. I slid down my seat and blushed. I didn't like imagining myself asking out the most hottest girl in school and still can't believe that she said yes and now we're dating. It was embarrassing especially when you asked her out over the megaphone after the game between us and Greendale with everyone in the bleachers screaming their heads off when I did.

"Your point is?" I gulped. Mallory bit her lip and cupped my cheeks.

"I don't want to be some pampered princess. I mean, I'm just a regular human being! You can be harsh with me too!" she yelled. I leaned in and kissed her.

"But you're my princess, and last time I checked, princesses weren't supposed to dirty their hands," I smirked. Mallory chuckled and wrapped her arms around me as she sat on my lap.

"And last time I checked, we recently sent my best friend's murderer to jail for life and sprained my ankle doing some stupid stunt. I don't think that's what princesses do, is it?" she laughed. I grinned and pulled her body towards mine. Our chests touched and so did our lips.

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"Mornin'," I said as I ruffled Toby's hair and kissed Quilton on the head. Zayne was knocked out on the couch and mom was sipping her coffee and reading Vogue magazine. I helped myself to a cold, burnt toast and some OJ and sat down in front of Toby. He chewed on his pancakes and made a tapping noise on the floor.

I paused. What? I looked underneath the table and noticed Toby tapping his toes on the kitchen floor. My eyes widened and I turned back to Toby.

"Toby... how tall are you?" I asked. He looked up and his icy blue eyes fluttered with excitement.

"4 feet!" he grinned with a tooth missing. I raised my eyebrows. Was he already looking his baby teeth at 8? Quilton giggled and I turned to him. He had two small, white teeth sticking out of his gums. I gulped. The last time I saw him, he was still drooling out his food and Toby could barely reach the floor while sitting in the chair. How long was I gone to the point where I missed out their most precious moments?

"What the hell...?" I muttered. Mom looked up from her magazine.

"Maybe if you were around more often, you would've seen your brothers growing into boys. You're barely home anymore to communicate." she said in an annoyed tone. I glared at her and set my OJ on the table. Mom looked at me with tired eyes. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes.

"Well, I'm here now, so lets communicate, mom," I snapped. She wrinkled her eyebrows and set down her coffee.

"Why do you hate me?" she asked. I felt my breath get sucked out of me.

"I-I don't hate you, I just... don't know why you stopped loving dad..." I said. Mom inhaled sharply and looked down at her black coffee. It rippled when she tapped on it.

"I didn't stop loving him. He loved someone else and when you stop sleeping with your spouse and you realize that your spouse is sleeping with someone else, you give up. Just give up and let that person be happy," mom said. I heard Zayne shuffle on the couch. He was now awake and was listening to our conversation. "You're not good enough, you'll never make him happy, so just let it go."

"S'that why you started seeing Brian? To be happy again?" Toby asked. I was surprised he knew what we were talking about, but he was eight and could do basic multiplication, so it was all good. Mom nodded.

"And I didn't even realize that it was affecting my family..." she sniffed. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. I didn't like it when people cried because of me. Was I suppose to apologize? If I did, then it'd be obvious that it was my fault. If I didn't, then I'd look like a tool. "Anyways, enough about me. How's school?" mom switched the subject. I gulped and cleared my throat.

"Mallory and I were looking for colleges and I was thinking of just going to a community college in L.A.," I said. Mom's eyes widened.

"What about Berkeley?" she asked. I shrugged.

"What about money? Scholarships don't pay for everything." I said. Mom frowned and stood up. She went behind the fridge and pushed it just enough so she could reach her hand around it. She pulled out an old shoe box and opened it. I gulped and backed away. Inside was at least 50 wads of solid hundreds. Clean and unwrinkled. "Woah... where did you get that money?"

"I saved up for when I won at the casino. You know, cashed in a couple hundred for the rent and food and saved the rest for you, Damian. I would've saved it for you-know-who," she clicked her tongue and cocked her head towards Zayne and sighed disappointedly. "But I figured since you have bigger dreams, you should have it."

"That..." Zayne said from the living room as he raised his hand with a pointed finger. Then, he pointed that finger to us. "Is not nice."

"Whatever," mom muttered. She handed me the box. "There should be at least 30-50,000 dollars in there."

I almost dropped the box like it was on fire and infested with man-eating roaches. "... the fuck? How can you win that much money at a casino?"

Mom shrugged. "It was President's day," she said like it was nothing.

I gulped and stared at the box. "You sure I can take this?"

"Take it," she said with a smile. "As an apology gift for not being able to be there for you." she said. I bit back tears and hugged my mom.

"Thank you so so so so much!" I said and ran up my room dialing my two new besties.

"'Sup?" Jason answered. Damn, was he cheerful?

"He-yo," Jeffrey hollered.

"Hey BIIIIIIITCHES!!!! Y'all better be going to Berkeley, son!" I shouted.

"What the hell?" Jason coughed.

"What's Berkeley? Joy, what's Berkeley?!" Jeffrey shouted and I hung up. I laughed to myself as I clenched the box of money and fell back on my bed and the funny thing was...

I was smiling.

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