Cover art by me.
When you moved to Los Santos, you knew about the dangers of the part you moved to. But rent was cheap, work was everywhere and since your aunt died, you were on your own again.
Moving back to Los Santos was probably the best I could...
We started a new race, between Nogla, Terroriser, Moo and Me. The counter started counting down, and we headed off. Nogla and Terroriser started off in front of me, leaving me in 3rd. But that only meant I'd get better items. I smirked as I saw Terroriser only got a coin and Nogla a green shell he tried to snipe him with, but I got 2 red shells and hit them both, leaving me in first. Terroriser got all silent while he tried to catch up, and I noticed he got very concentrated.
You wanna play serious terroriser? Then that's what you're gonna get.
Wildcat's POV
I tried to focus on my work when I heard screaming from the living room. Can those god damn fucktards be silent for a second? I'm not going to get any fucking work done like this, and my headache is killing me. I groaned as I got up, and got even more irritated when Mini started screaming 'It's all luck based' over and over again. It's not fucking luck based, but I guess he just needs an excuse for being bad. I snickered to myself.
I curse softly as I left my room, what made the screaming only louder and clearer. My poor head. I entered the living room and saw they were playing Mario Kart, which explained a lot. I was about to scream to them to be silent, when I noticed (y/n) was playing, sitting in between Moo and Mini. Wait, is (y/n) first? I need to watch the two irish men get completely destroyed, and after that I'll yell at them to be quiet. Yeah, let's do that. I was watching the game, but my eyes left the screen as they focused on (y/n), I couldn't stop it. I can notnot look at her.
Stop staring.
I shook it off and went into the kitchen, still silently watching the game. I filled a cup of cola and once again my gaze lost interest in the game, and looked at (y/n)'s pretty face some more. She was biting her lip, completely focused on the game while Mini was next to her cheering her on, but I didn't focus on him. I was focused on her. Her hair getting a bit in the way of her sight, as she blew it out of her face. I recognised the oversized hoodie she was wearing as Ohm's bunny hoodie, and she looks so fucking cute in it. She's.. She's a very pretty girl.
What the fuck are you thinking Tyler, stop.
My eyes focussed on the game once again, and I just saw how (y/n) went over the finish line, 1st place. Craig and Brock hugged her, yelling at how proud they are. At how they finally have someone who can beat the two irish men. I got angry because of it, for some reason. I don't know why. Just when they hugged her I.. I just didn't fucking like it. Not one bit. I dropped the half empty glass in the sink with a loud thud, the glass separating in shards in it, scraping against the metal. I didn't care. I just stormed off, back into my room as I felt all of their eyes on me.
Just fuck off.
Brock's POV
It was the last corner before the finish line, and there was no way she wasn't going to get first. As she passed the finish line, Terroriser quickly followed with Nogla, leaving me in last place. But I didn't mind, because we have a new mario kart champion in the house. Mini was clearly also very happy she won, and gave her a big hug, which I also did. Brian was about to say something when we heard a loud noise coming from the right of us. Our heads snapped towards it, and we saw Tyler storm off, as angry as he could be. What's up with him? I walked over to the kitchen and saw glass shards everywhere on the counter, and I sighed deeply. "What the fock" I heard Nogla say. "He broke a glass" I lifted up a big piece and showed it to them. It was silent for a second, everybody confused by what the hell just happened. I looked at (y/n)'s face, she was clearly shocked by the sudden situation. Poor girl.
She stood up, and walked over to me and started to pick up a shard, and looked at the piece in her hand. We all just watched as she did it, since she didn't say a single word. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, and her eyes glassy. As if her mind was somewhere completely else.
And I see a single tear trail down her face, and it makes me worry a lot. What's on her mind?
Your POV
I held the glass Wildcat broke in my hand, as I felt the sharpness press against my palm a memory made his way to my thoughts.
"(Y/n) we have to keep going, you can't stay here. It's not safe" Jonathan said, trying to drag me with him. But I didn't want to leave my house. I didn't want to leave my parents. "I can't leave them here Jon. I can't" I started crying, and Jon held me tightly, softly combing my hair. I had woken up in my bed by him shaking me heavily a couple minutes ago. I didn't know how I woke up here, I remember losing consciousness in front of that raccoon man, on the ground downstairs. Did he put me down on my bed?
"Look teddy, the cops are going to arrive here any second now, and because you are the daughter of your parents, you are not safe with them. We need to leave, now." I sobbed softly but nodded. "What did my parents do?" My voice was shivering, scared of what will happen now. Scared of what will become of me.
"I'll tell you when we're safe, okay? We really need to leave-" Jonathans words got cut off by the window behind us breaking down, sharp shards flying everywhere.
Time seemed to slow down drastically.
I screamed as the broken glass scratched all over my body, while some got stuck in my skin. One in the palm of my hand, leaving a big wound on it as I quickly removed it in shock. Jonathan didn't waste a single second. He picked me up while I heard shooting behind me, and I squinted my eyes close, too scared to look.
I was weak.
I felt the cold wind touch my face as Jon ran, holding me close to him, running away from the sounds in an impressive speed, while the gun shots continued. "drop the girl!" we heard a voice scream from behind. I took a sharp inhale as Jonathans pace got even faster, running through several alleyways and small pathways, trying to lose the men behind us. The voice got lower and lower, but Jon didn't slow down a bit. He just kept going.
"It's going to be okay teddy" he said, panting loudly, yet still very energised. His sweating body still holding me, as his feet just kept moving. "I promise"
I felt a tear threatening to fall down, and I tried drastically to stop it from falling, but I failed. I bolted my fists, making the glass enter the scar that was placed on it. I felt the blood leave my palm, and more and more tears fell down. "(y/n)!" Moo screamed, and removed the shard from my hand. That suddenly got me out of my thought process, as I noticed everyone was rushing towards me. I just pushed them off. Fuck, why did I do this. "(y/n) you're bleeding!" Mini screamed, but I just pushed him out of the way too. Several others had ran to the kitchen, all confused why everyone was screaming. "I'm fine" I only said, as I pushed all of them out of the way.
Where do I go now? I don't have a room. I mean.. there still is the cell.. I sighed deeply as I took the stairs leading me downstairs, and I entered the horrible cell once again, leaving the door open so I could still leave.
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