VENDETTA || ɴ.ᴄ.ᴍ.

7. been holding on forever

song; close to you by brandon arreaga
[ word count: 1556 ]

|| Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. ||

*

The sky was darker than usual, it was slowly becoming that time of year where it was dark by five in the evening. and all cierra could do was sit by her window, and stare out into the glum world.

he hasn't answered her texts. didn't pick up when she called. he's always awake before her and she always wakes up to a text.

but she didn't.

and it's almost seven in the evening; she's had no word from nick since last night when he said goodnight to her over facetime. she hasn't heard from brandon either, he hasn't been home for a few days. edwin and him are working on some sort of drug deal. she doesn't know details, but when does she ever.

so she called zion, who told her nick was okay. this was at two in the afternoon. zion told her nick would call soon. but she didn't know when soon was. and part of her was willing to stay up the whole night waiting for the call.

because she's so damn worried.

in the back of her mind there's a small voice, telling her that he's not okay. and for some reason that voice is convincing her that it's right.

so she calls again. and listens to the never-ending dial tone that drags on. her heart sinking when she hears "the person you are trying to call cannot reach the phone right now,".

defeated, she let out a sigh and sat back. closing her eyes to just think that's he's safe. and she knows he's safe. nick can protect himself. she knows he can.

so why the hell does she feel so sick about this. it's not the first time he's been out like this. but she never gets involved with his gang stuff, because she'll never want to be involved with it.

is it so hard to text back though? she thought, her worry becoming a mix of frustrating and anger. Cierra took a few steps, and she lay on her bed, letting her tiredness catch up to her as her eyes began to close.

**

Brandon Arreaga slammed his hands on the desk, as he glared at it. "i'll kill him," he muttered angrily.

Austin looked at his best friend, and took a step forward, "bro, you don't wanna go that far," he said calmly.

"don't i?" the mexican tested, "because he think he's so sly, that he's one step ahead-"

"he is," edwin cut in, ignoring the death stare brandon was sending his way. "he's one step ahead. and they're already the biggest drug suppliers. we won't be able to change that. they've been in the game longer," he stated.

Brandon's anger grew, and his fists hit the table. the tan skin become red with the impact. "he fucking killed one of our guys," he told the other two. "beat him." brandon elaborated.

"jesus," austin whispered. "killed a guy with his bare fists?"

"bare fists," brandon confirmed.