Misunderstood

Chapter 8

They are still frozen.

I will deal with them later right now I have got more important things to do like killing Alex.

I focused on Alex, behind him his gang was as useless as himself.

"Now that you have said everything that you were dying to say." I started to walk towards him as I spoke and stopped when there is just a few inches between us.

"Let's finish this, just you and me." I declared with a hard glare fixed on him.

"Just like before." He stated smirking.

"But this time try to be more faster, we don't want a repeat of the events, do we?" He added smugly.

How I wish to rub that look off his face.

And then kill him, of course.

A silent, mutual understanding of the fight that is going to occur right now, is passed between me and Alex.

Alex got in his stance and I followed suit by taking an defensive stance. My tactic is to tire him out by blocking or dodging his attacks while throwing occasional hits with full force, so when he gets a little sloppy I will start the attack full on while still defending myself from any possible hits.

Both of us hopping from one foot to another and reading each others moves to find any weakness.

Alex's left foot is in front while the right one is a little back and his knees are bent, he is protecting his face with his fist while his elbows are in the same sequence as his legs.

The weakness of his stance is, I will be able to foresee and detect his moves because if he attacks he will have to move and his moves will be predictable.

Alex being the impatient person he is, made the first move to attack.

He moved his hands as well as his feet to throw a punch but I dodged it and predicted his next move to be another punch. He probably would have thought that because my one hand is defending and my focus will be on blocking, he could get a hit..

And as expected the other punch came, only to be blocked by the same hand as before. Seeking his short lived shock I landed a swift punch to his ribs, hearing a satisfying crack I waited in my stance for him to recover.

The continuous punches and kicks are being thrown at me and I am deflecting every single one of them. We have been fighting for whole 5 minutes and by now I have successfully given Alex a busted lip with a broken nose and few bruised ribs.

He is aware of my plan and is trying to mix up some sudden attacks.

He does a right hook and hits me on my side, he quickly gets behind me and has put me in a choke hold with his right hand on my waist, successfully restricting my hands from doing anything.

A loud gunshot followed by a loud a swear, reminds me of the others still present as mere bystanders.

Alex's hold loosens and I turn around to see Alex's face contorted with pain before blood he falls on his knees as he puts his hand behind his back. His hand is shaking as it comes back in view, slowly.

It was then I take notice of the blood spread through his fingers.

I look past him to find the one who ended his misery so soon and that also without telling me.

Al.

Shot Alex.

Wow.

Okay.

So they are finally out of the frozen forms.

Goody.

I scan through the whole place with my eyes and notice that the lapdogs are missing.

Seems like they don't care about Alex, at all.

Hmm.

That doesn't surprise me for some reason.

But now I will have to watch out from them.

Seriously. Why does it feel like I am Jerry who is hunted by way too many Toms.

But I do feel for Alex though, he didn't even have anyone to mourn after him. No one loved him and he was really alone because of his psychotic ways.

Not that I blame people for not caring about him but he is- was still a human.

Anyway, before these 6 question anything I am going to get out of here.

"I am just going to go now." I stated and started to walk away.

I sometimes speak too soon, like right now.

If once in my life, these people will let me just get away without wanting to chat, they will probably die.

Or faint, at least.

I can't have them dying on me.

I turn around with a hand clamped around my wrist.

Vincent Rivera is the owner of the hand, the look on his has me wondering if I should bolt or not. But I don't think anyone here will let that happen, so my energy will go to waste.

He looks as if his whole world just crumbled, he looks vulnerable. I have never seen him like this, even though I have really met them just a week or so, before. If he didn't had my hand in his grasp, I would be running full speed straight to a airport to leave, just so I don't have to see this look on his face.

But nothing ever happens the way you want.

"Is it true?"He asks in a small, scared voice. 

I don't know why but it made my stomach turn, I don't want to hear him frightened, ever.

Nobody said a single thing and the silence made me feel like they are holding their breaths, probably for my confirmation. 

Now I have two options. Either I can tell them the truth or simply play dumb.

But I don't think they will like it and with them holding their breaths, they will probably die from the lack of oxygen.

"Yes." I answer in a monotonous voice, void of any emotion.

Nobody makes a sound except the sound of their breaths, as Vincent silently drops my hand and takes a step back at his new discovery of being my half brother and older one at that.

"When? Why?" Even though Al hasn't said the full questions, I still understand what he wants to know very clearly.

When did I know and Why I did not tell him.

"I will tell you but not here, let's go to my house first." I suggest and turn around, quickly walking away before they could utter a word.

Outside I saw two cars, expensive one, probably of the oldies.

I don't pay any mind to them and swiftly get on Zander.

I see all six of them walking towards the car, teens in one car and the oldies in the other.

As they get in the car, I start my baby and drive to my home.

In all the rush and tense atmosphere, I completely forgot that none of them has ever been in my house, because my obvious habbit of pushing people far far away.

Oh well, there is a first time for everything, right?

The whole ride I was just enjoying the feeling of wind splashing my face and momentary calm atmosphere around me that will be disturbed as soon as we get inside my house. 

I look behind me a few times just to check if they are following after me.

After what seemed like five minutes of temporary freedom from drama in my life, we arrive at my house and I hurriedly parked my baby in the garage before opening the front door with my keys. 

The two cars that followed behind were parked in front of the house.

They enter the house after me and I lead them to the living room so we can have enough space to sit and talk. 

Hopefully it will be quick because I have already had enough of the drama for today.