Broken and Battered

chapter 6

I stood pacing around the living room waiting for Marcum to show up. Repeatedly checking my watch to see how long it had been. Darius had passed out a while ago so it was just me up.

i heard the door open and i ran straight for it. "Marcum! where the h-" he was covered in multiple bruises it appeared that he had a broken nose possibly a fractured rib a laceration on his thigh and many more things wrong. "Darius! hurry!" i shouted as i grabbed Marcum and quickly laid him on the couch as darius showed up beside me "go get me a suture kit and some ice peroxide and um and your belt"

"D if you wanted me to strip you could have just asked"

"boy if marcum wasn't your cousin id kill you right now. This is no joking matter so hurry the fuck up and get me what i need so that i can try and stop this bleeding and we dont lose you cousin! i need some gause as well now hurry!" i say as he takes off to get me my supplies so that i can try to help marcum.

"d-dont l- let t- them get to you." he coughs up a little bit of blood.

"marcum save your strength please." i silently cry as he smiles at me."

"be s-strong jessica" he brings a bloodied hand up to my cheek and gently wipes my tear away.

"darius hurry up!" i cry and look down at marcum. "you promised you wouldnt leave me y-you cant leave me!"

"jessica itll be okay you have the boys, theyll protect you." he sadly smiled at me "d-dont trust C-Chris."

"i know" i whimper "please dont leave me... please"

"i cant feel anything angel. just take care of darius and the boys they'll need you now more than ever." he begins gasping for air and then nothing. everything went numb silent sobs began to wrack my body.

"n-no marcum y-you promised me!" i begin to perform CPR on him "wake up marcum wake up!"

darius wraps his arms around me and without thinking i grab his wrists and flip him over my shoulder. "dont touch me!" i run up to my room and toss my self on to my bed screaming into my pillow.

Darius POV

3 miserable days. 3 days since i lost my cousin. 3 days since dawn has locked herself in her room. 3 days that I've not heard a peep from her and were all concerned. she refuses to eat all she does is drink and fight and most the time i dont even know that shes left untill she comes back with black eyes and a bottle of wiskey in her hand. its kills me to see her like this and its worst now that everyone knows that she is top dog because now she is the biggest target for a lot of enemy's and that's not good. she refuses to look at me and its almost like I've killed her dog. i didn't make it in time to help her save marcum.

today is the day of marcums funeral and even now she refuses to speak to me. its sad to say but i might be falling for the gang leader.

i tap on her door and she cracks it open slightly. the whiff of marijuana and alcohol his my nose and i fight to not scrunch my nose. "what darius. what do you want."

"The funeral is today are you going?"

"do i look like im in any position to go to a funeral?"

"you know what!"

"what?!"

"i have had it with all of this crap. i get it your grieving but so are the rest of us and you dont even see it because your in her or in the ring doing god knows what! so go shower get dressed because were going to the funeral!" holy shit that did not just come out of my mouth. im dead. so so dead.

"excuse me? marcum was like a father to me so forgive me for now taking his death to well! he saved my life and brought me up, made me who i am today so im sorry that my grieving is not what you'd expect from me!" and she slams the door shut on my face and my temper flares.

i take a step back and kick the door open. she jumps back but shes still too intoxicated to predict what's happening next. i grab her by the waist drag her to the bathroom basically throw her in the shower and turn the cold water on and she shrieks and starts wailing her fists around and one collides with my head "hold the fuck still dammit!"

"its fucking cold!"

"what did you expect? Me to wake you up with warm water and that would help speed up your recovery? i dont think so! you can stop acting like a little baby and take charge of yourself and go to this funeral or you can sit in this shower with cold water. your choice princess." i say and leave the room. i sit in the living room. waiting to see if she takes my advice or continues to sulk.

after 30 minutes or so she finally emerges in a black dress that goes just past her knees and black flats. her hair is curled and she has some light eye liner and a thin shade of light pink across her lips. she looks quite stunning and id do her here and now if it werent for the funeral.

"close you trap or or some flys and going to go in. lets get this over with." she walks slightly closer to me and softly breaths a thanks before shes at the door.

we pile into her car and drive to the funeral home.

after the funeral we all went to the house where there was a lot of food and all the guys was there waiting for us to arrive.

not one tear fell from her eyes at the funeral though she looked like she wanted to she stayed strong.

everyone gave their condolences and after all the non gang members had left some one cleared their throat. i looked up and it was dawn.

" listen up! there are going to be some changes taking place. i know that i havent been that great of a leader lately but you know what thats the past and this is now and from now on i will be watching all of you and if you even seem slightly suspicious your dead. im not taking any more chances so if you want out say so now other wise after today you leave your dead. untill the threat is gone im not playing. now chris" she tisked her tongue"you are coming with me." she looked at me and nodded. i walked over to him before he could run and grabbed his arm "now back to grieving over the loss of a great man. and tomorow we take charge anyone who threatens us must be dealt with accordingly. anybody who crosses us now i know that there is a traitor amongst us and i plan to find out who."

everybody went back to their business and we took chris to the basement. i sat him in a chair and tied him up.

"chris you know why i am doing this"

"not a fricking clue your highness."

"sarcasm will get you no where. you have showed me that you cant be trusted and marcum knew that you couldnt be trusted and you know what he told me before he died in my arms?"

"hmm not a clue "

"that you cant be trust so. ill give you 2 choices. one you tell me who your working for and ill make it a quick death. now option 2 you can refuse and ill just torture it out of you then slice your wrists and allow you to bleed to death slowly and painfully. at the same time you can watch as i torture charlote." his eyes widened "oh you thought that we didnt know about your little fling? ha i know everything."

"go ahead she dont mean nothin' to me" she grinned.

"your eyes tell me different."