Welcome To The Gang

What Don't I Know!?

Tw: mentions of bad injury, past assaults and rape
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"Okay let's start with Fury. What do you know."

"He's been seen around with Aliya through town, but.." Doggo trailed off.

"But what?" I asked. They looked, nervous, about telling me.

"The two seem to be fighting... and one of our guys heard him say your name." They looked away.

I was confused, what would Fury want with me? Was he planning something? With Aliya of all people?

"Have your guys keep tabs on them. I wanna know everything that happens between them." I didn't want to know everything, but I had to know what they wanted from me.

"And if they catch on?"

"You let me know. People need to learn what happens when they have my name in their mouth."

"You got it boss."

--x--

The meeting with Doggo went by quickly leaving me back with my thoughts of a time when things were simple and naive.

The first thing I felt when I came to was uncomfortable sheets under me and the smell of antiseptics. So hospital. Great. Mom's gonna freak.

"Do you think she'll be okay Daddy?"

Aliya. Shit. She found me after the fall. I can't remember anything after falling. What the fuck happened!?

"She'll be just fine sweetpea, just fine" came Mr Victorbronte's reply.

I could tell he was trying to be reassuring but both Aliya and I knew when an adult said something was fine, it was anything but. I tried to go as far back in my memory to think of what we had been doing? How had I fallen? How long had it been since then? But soon an excruciating pain took over. It was torturous white hot pain. When I had told this to Aliya later she asked how pain would be white. I told her it was just one of those things you had to experience. I felt like my head was two sizes too small for my brain, like all my muscles had seized up and were trying to rip themselves out of my body, but the worst of it all was my leg. It felt like something I couldn't of described in words if I had tried. The closest I could think of to explain how much of a bloody fucker my leg was, was to quote a Bruno Mars song and say it felt like I had exploded a grenade on my leg and proceeded to jumped off a plane in front of a train.

Nothing could have ever prepared me for that much pain. Yet my mind suddenly was pushing fast forward on my memories showing me another time of pain that I wish I could forget.

4 bodies had been surrounding me with a fifth person in front. I didn't look it but I was terrified. I had heard of the things these guys did to random people. Of the abuse that went down in alleyways and dark street corners. A few of our girls had nearly been raped had others not been around. But the one night I leave the spot to blow some steam I get fucking kidnapped. Lucky me. I rolled my eyes at that thought.

"Got an attitude on you don't ya," remarked some random dude. I couldn't really see due to the darkness of the room, but I could tell we were in some abandoned building. The saltwater smell said we were by the docks meaning this was Reaper turf and I was the last person supposed to be here. My legs and arms were tied, plus I wasn't exactly in an outdoor type outfit. There was a draft coming in from the south and I was starting to break out in goosebumps. In that moment I knew I was most likely gonna die here and be dumped in the ocean.

The fear in me was starting to build up causing me to shake. None of the guys really cared that much as it could be passed of as me being cold from the draft. Only one idiot seemed to actually be worried. It took everything in me not to taunt his ass about being such a bitch but that would end up getting me killed faster and I'm not stupid. "Are you idiots actually gonna do something or should I just leave." It wasn't really a question but the look I got from Mr Bitch said it all. They knew exactly who I was and they had no idea what to do with me. That helped me relax just a little bit since if I played my cards right I could get out of here without a scratch.

"And whos gonna let you go sweetheart?" was the responce. In the dim lighting I could make out a small emblem on the side of the ring leaders arm. He was one of Fury's fuckfaces. My anger began to build faster that a beaver dam and I knew whatever I said next would strike a match that would either set me free or burn me to ash.

"Why myself of couse. Doesn't seem like any of you boys have the balls to make your own choices. Would you like me to tell Fury the jig is up now?" Mr Ring Leader began to turn blood red while Mr Bitch's eyes widened. I had either just fucked up really bad or found my ticket to freedom and I had no idea which.

"Bag her!" shouted the main guy. I fought to keep my expression in check when the other three started to grab at me. Fuck! I had said too much. I was fucking screwed now. I could feel the guys moving me into another room deeper in the building. The echo of their feet made me realize it was a warehouse. What the fuck did I just get myself into? There was a bit of shifting then suddenly I was launched onto a bed in a partially lit room. I stopped squirming. I knew what came next. I closed my eyes and listened. I could hear clothes rustling, shoes being pulled off and pants being unzipped. Fuck! Oh god! This is happening. I have to get out of here. NOW! I attempt to figure out a way to escape when I am forcefully grabbed and pulled to the center of the bed. Whilst trying to enact my plan, I'm dumped out of the bag and tied to the bed posts. Each guy is set to hold down one of my four limbs. A smaller sack is placed over my head and once the dark sets in that when I feel it. The feeling of calloused hands working there way up my body. The slide of them up my shirt and then pulling on my shorts. The hot breath following the hands. I had to hold together. I had to keep calm. I needed to scream.

The second I felt him on me, in me, I screamed.

--x--

"Cherry!"

My door burst open with my brother plowing his way in. I flinched away and huddled further into the corner of my bed by the wall. I could barely make out any sound other than the screaming. I can tell I'm in my room right now, but the memories were so real and so vivid. I was shaking like a leaf about to blow away in the wind. Concern was pouring out from Johnny in waves.

"Cherry... Cherry stop screaming. Cherry. Cherry! CHERRY!" I winced very visibly. I could see the anxiouness in Johnny because he didn't know what to do. As quickly as it came, it went away and a look of determination took over. Slowly, but very obviously my brother came closer whispering soothing anecdotes and words of love.

"Cherry, sis, I need you to stop screaming and breath sweety. Can you do that for me? Take a breath and just... don't be scared okay?" Slowly I stopped screaming and soon I was in the arms of the greatest big brother ever in history.

"J-j-johnny," I hiccuped. "I was so scared." The shaking had worsened, but I knew I was safe. There had never been a safer place, than in Johnny's arms.

"Scared of what, Cherry? What happened? Who did this?" I shook my head in an 'I don't wanna talk about this right now' kind of gesture. For right now, I just wanted to be safe and calm in the arms of my big brother.

"Fine, but we are definately talking abaout this later. Okay?" He looked determined yet cautious.

"Y-yeah. Later."

"Good. Fine. Okay," he paused for a minute before continuing, "You're lucky Mom isn't home otherwise this would be a shitton worse." Even without looking I could feel the smirk ratiating off him. With the shaking having subsided, I snorted.

"There she is. There's the pig of a little sister I know and love." The smirk grew into a smug smile. I wacked him upside the head and then curled back in to his side. Despite my throat feeling raw and the deep setting exhaustion I felt, I couldn't help but smile at Johnny's attempt to make me feel better.

"Love you Johnny." I mumbled into his shirt, feeling the claws of sleep trying to drag me in.

"Love you too sis. Sleep tight." That was the last whisper from Johnny I heard as I drifted off into sleep allowing the exhaustion to pull me under.