Striker

Untitled Part 11

Dead? He's actually fucking dead? Who was able to kill the sick bastard? 

"Who killed him?" I questioned Max.

"I did." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see who it was.

"Striker? Why? How?"

 "It's what I do. Has nothing to do with you, Angel." He replied. Of course it has nothing to do with me. He treats me like shit constantly. What does he mean 'It's what I do'?"

"It's what you do?"

"Yes. Considering I am the leader of the biggest gang around these parts." He responded smugly. 

I didn't even know what to say back to him. Wait, the leader? And Max and Brute and Pete? He's friends with all of them? Does that mean..?

"Yes, I'm in the gang too. Same with the other guys." Max answered my question for me.

 "Why did you not tell me?" I whispered back. 

"I didn't know how. You seemed so fragile, I wasn't sure how you would take it." 

"Are you guys holding me here? Going to kill me? Where am I even at? How did I get here? Where am I supposed to live now? I have no guardian. No house! What about school? The cops? What did you tell them?" I rattled off all of the questions that have been swarming my head. 

"Slow down, Angel. We are not holding you here. I don't think any of the guys would allow me to kill you." He smirked after that one. Dick. 

"Shut up, Striker." Max responded, hitting him on the back of the head. Striker did not look pleased after that one. He turned around and smacked Wes right back on his head. 

"What the fuck, dude." Max said, obviously pissed off that Striker hit him back. 

Striker just smirked back in his direction, which caused Max to smack his face. This started an all out smacking war between the two.

Are you kidding me. These two are like children. 

"Hello. Can you two stop acting like children and answer my damn questions!" I practically screamed at the two. 

Striker turned to me glaring. He walked up to me, grabbing my jaw in his hand. It wasn't painful, but I couldn't move my head. "I suggest you watch how you talk to me, Angel." He angrily said, storming out of the room. I had apparently pissed him off. Oops. 

"Max, will you please answer my questions?" I asked, ignoring the fact that Striker just stormed out of the room.

"Yeah, sorry. Repeat them, hun." 

"Where am I at? How did I get here? Where am I supposed to live?  What about school? The cops? What did you tell them?" I repeated my questions. 

"You are at our house. Striker, me, and the guys all live here. It is more convenient that way with what we do. You got here because Striker brought you here. You will still go to school as if nothing different has happened. We didn't call the cops, they never get involved when it comes to us, so don't you worry your pretty little head about that." He answered. 

So far so good. He forgot a question. "Max, where am I going to live?"

"Well..." He was smiling slightly, and it seemed like I wasn't going to like the answer. "We all thought it would be in your best interest to stay here... with us." He finished. 

How. Why. Who decided this was in my best interest? I can't stay here. Not with Striker here. He will make my life a living hell. "I can't, Max." 

"Why, Aella? It's the best place for you. No questions will be asked. Nobody will hurt you, or even bother you. We can protect you if anything does happen." He pleaded with me. 

"Striker. Max, Striker will make my life a living hell. Come on. You know it, I know it. Hell everyone here knows it. He hates me, for whatever reason. He is always a dick to me." 

"I'll talk to him. He'll back off. You have to stay here. Let us protect you. Please." 

I thought about it. I guess it wouldn't be too bad. Max will take care of me, I'm sure. The other guys seem to like me, too. The only problem with it is Striker. But maybe if I stay out of his way then it won't be bad. 

"Okay, Max. I'll stay with you guys. But where is my room? And what about my stuff? I mean, I know I don't have much, but I still have some things I would like to get." I said, smiling slightly. 

"We'll take you to get it later. I'll show you to your room. You'll be on the third story since us guys have the second. I'll show you around here in a bit, too. Follow me." Max said. 

We walked up to the third floor. There were three doors. One, Max showed me, was the bathroom for the third story. It was pretty big and in the middle of the other two doors. There was a shower in the corner, and a bathtub beside it. There was a double sink, along with a huge mirror hanging above it. After Max showed me the bathroom, he took me to the door furthest away. 

"This is your room. Take a look around. I hope you like it." 

I gasped. The room was huge. There was a California King Bed in the middle, with a huge walk in closet on the side. There was another door that led to the bathroom, so it was adjoined with my room. 

"Wow. Max. This is huge! My stuff definitely will not fill this room up." I said, smiling brightly. I am so in love with this room I never want to leave. 

"How do you afford this? This house and everything in it?" I questioned. There was no way these high school boys had that amount of money. 

"Our job, hun. We make a good amount of money, all of us. Striker mostly, since he is the leader."

That makes sense. I walked out of the room, then, so Max and I could get on with the tour. He was going to walk down the stairs when I stopped him. "Max, what's this other door to?" 

"That's Striker's room."