Gang War Fighters

Chapter 3: Emotions

Hope's POV  June 8th

"Poor punching bag, what'd do to you?" I smirk. He glances at me with cold eyes before continuing to punch the bag. I sigh and get behind the bag. I need to get him to talk to me somehow. 

"What are you doing?" he grumbled. I shrug and hold the bag in place, "I'll help." He rolls his eyes but starts punching again. I stumble a little at first because this dude is fucking strong and he caught me off guard. I regain my stance and the bag doesn't move as he punches it. Wow, I'm so tough. 

"What happened back there?" He ignored me and continued to punch the bag, harder. "Chris, I need you to tell me what happened," I ask softly. I need to get through to him somehow. Time to pull out the sister card. 

"Come on Chris, I'm your sister you can tell me anything."

He stops mid-punch, his eyes meet mine and I see his broken emotions. He's conflicted and scared. "I-i don't know," he mumbles. I stayed quiet so he could get his thoughts together. He looks down, staring at his still bloody hands. I hear him choke back a sob. 

"That stupid piece of shit, bastard, lying traitor... " he looked up. His eyes clouded by shame, tears threatening to spill. I hug him, even if he smells like sweat. "He made you cry Hope." I smile letting a small laugh. I push back looking at his face. 

"You didn't have to do that for me," I whisper. He shook his head, "Of course I did. You're my little sister, i've never had someone who helps me so much. I've never had a sister who helps me when I'm down. When my girlfriend broke up with me, you were there with junk food and chick-flicks. You came, just to check up on me, the piece of shit, stupid hot head, worthless nobody," he sobbed. 

I hug him, tightly, letting him cry on my shoulders. "I never seem to be able to spare you pain," he cries. I take a deep, shaky breath. Lecture time, let's go!

"None of that is true. You're not a piece of shit, your not smart cuz if you were, you wouldn't be my best hacker. And you're definitely not a worthless nobody, you're my big brother.  You helped me when dad died, you gave me your favorite hoodie and told me I could keep it, you helped me train for the Trials. God Chris, you're so important to me," I choke. 

No crying, I've cried enough today. Right now I need to help Chris.

I'm pretty sure my lecture made him cry more, so I let him. I let him let out all his grief and anger. We stayed there until he was done, even then we stayed there embracing each other's company. He pushed me away with a small smile. 

"Thank you for always being there for me," he sniffles. I laugh, "Forever and always. Now go hit the shower, we're eating out today after visiting his grave. I don't want you smelling like dirty laundry when we go see him," I tease. He scoffs, "Whatever, where are we meeting up?" I pulled out my phone to see the place we agreed on. "Adrian just said to meet at the bar in HQ lobby," I read. He sighs, "Alright, i'll meet you guys there."

He gave me one last hug and walked off to his room. I walked off to mine because I didn't exactly want to smell like sweat either. 

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After taking a calming shower and putting on some "stylish" clothes. I was very proud of my outfit, even if it was all black. It was perfectly me consisting of black high-waisted jeans, a black v-neck, a black hoodie with my leather jacket on top. I put on my black combat boots and stare at myself in the mirror. I clean up good. I french braid my hair, mostly because dad always braided it like this before school. It turned out kinda lazy but it looked good like that.