The Gang Leader's Daughter

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Leah Morton and people hate me because I'm perfect. I have good grades, my parents left me a lot of money, and I'm pretty. I don't believe that last part, but every thinks I am. I'm 15 years old and this is the story of my life.

One thing people don't know about me is that I tend her a voice in my head. I trust it. It tells me the right place to go. His name is Detroit, but he doesn't like me to tell people about him. He also doesn't show up unless I need him or if he needs me to listen to him.

Anyway, I live in a little town called West Point. I was walking down the street coming from the library when I heard footsteps behind me. I immediately start to walk faster.

"It's no use. I've already got you!" The man says from behind me. Out of nowhere another man appears in front of me.

  "Please, let me go. I'll give you whatever you want. Just please, let me go."
 
  "No can do." The man that's in front of me says while taking out a syringe.

   After that, I see darkness.
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  My eyes flutter open and my eyes try to adjust themselves to the darkness. I try to break loose of whatever has me tied to this bed. I her footsteps, so I pretend to still be sleeping.

  I hear him come in. He flips the light on. All of a sudden, I hear gun shots. The man mutters a bunch of curse words under his breath and grabs what I'm guessing is a gun. He runs out of the room and closes the door. I hear a gun shot then a loud thump in the door.

  The door flys off of its hinges and a gun is pointed at me. I start to cry. Why do I have to die.

"Your not going to die, Makayla. Calm down, okay." I hear Detroit's Voice say

"Boys, we got a female upstairs." The boy with the gun says. Yes, the boy. A boy is about to kill me. Not a man, but a boy.

Another much more older man comes in a pops his bottom.

"She's not only a female, but she's a child. Put the damn gun down." The man says popping the boy on his bottom 2 more times hard.

"Ouch, Yes, Sir." The boy says, rubbing his bottom.

"What's your name, sweet heart." The man says untying me.

"I-I-I'm Ma-ka-yla."

"Do you know where you are?"

"No, Sir. I don't."

"Are you sure? I don't like being lied to and you are not going to like the consequences if you are lying to me."

"No, no. I don't know. I promise."

"Ok, how old are you?"

I'm 15, Sir."

"Ok, I'm Isaiah. You don't need to be afraid of me." Isaiah stops talking and continues to untie me.

After he finishes untieing me he picks me up bridal style and carries me to their car. When I get in the car, I notice that the same boy that drew his gun at me was crying a little.

"Where are you taking me, sir?"

"I'm taking you to our home. Where are you from?"

"Mississippi. Where am I?"

"Your in Atlanta." He says focusing on driving the vehicle.

"You have to take me home." I say looking outside the window.

He doesn't say anything to me. We pull up at his house. Matter of fact it's not a house. It's a mansion.

"Your house is huge, sir" I say following the boys into the house.

"You know, you don't have to keep calling me 'sir'."

"Ok."

"Take a seat, sweet heart." He says pointing to a chair. I sit down as he hangs up the keys on the wall. I see his shirt rise up just a bit. Underneath I see a scorpion the says red in the middle. The Red Scorpions. Their a gang. That all make since. The guns, the shooting, the boy calling him sir. He's the leader of the Red Scorpions. The most feared gang in the word.

"I have to go home." I say standing up.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." He say completely taking off his shirt.

"And why the hell not." I say, making him turn around slowly.

"What did you just say to me, little girl?" He say coming to me.

"Nothing." I say backing up. Eventually I hit a wall.

"I don't hit females. Let along female kids. That doesn't mean I can't make your bottom a bright shade of red. Am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He says, popping my thigh.

"Yes, Sir." I say quickly.

"Good. Now, get on the couch."
 
  I practically run to the couch whole rubbing my leg.

"I can't let you go home. You know that I'm a part of a gang. You know my face and you know what I look like. Your only two options are to join our gang, or die."

"Die! I don't want to die." I yell, tears starring to pour down my face.

"Then, join my gang. You'll be one of us. We'll protect you. If not," He says, drawing his gun, "We can gone ahead and end this."

"I don't know how to do anything that would be useful to you." I say. I can't fight, shoot a gun, anything.

"We'll teach you, but you have three seconds to tell me you option or I decided for you. And you won't like my decision."

"I'll be in your gang."