triggered - c.hood | au

uno

a n g e l i n a

i woke up to my head pounding, i had no clue where i was. i was laid down on a hospital bed, connected to all sorts of wires. as i sat up against the headboard behind me, the door having then swung open, revealing a curly-haired boy wearing a red bandanna.

"cal! she's up!" he yelled behind him, then looking at me. "you hungry?"

i shook my head, because if anything i was sick to my stomach.

"cal's busy." a new voice appeared.

it was that boy. that boy that shot me and ran away. only his hair was no longer fringed. my eyes went wide as my back pressed against the headboard even further whilst the boy looked at me oddly.

"uh, is she okay?" the boy asked, looking between me and curly-haired one.

"has she seen you before?" curly asked. "you. have you seen him before?"

i hesitantly nodded my head.

"i swear i've never seen- wait a second, what if she saw blake?"

blake?

"oh, that makes more sense." curly hair nodded. "you. why do you think you know him, or his face?"

i stayed silent.

"speak!" he snapped.

"perché mi ha sparato!" i squeaked in italian.
[translation: because he shot me!]

so that's why my stomach fucking kills. please tell me they speak italian?

"definitely not me." the boy laughed. "i'm not the twin that enjoys the bullet department."

okay they understand me... but did he just say twin?

so this blake guy, the guy who shot me, is his twin? what the fuck.

"fuck, blake shot her." the boy then sighed. "i'm really fucking sorry... uh...?"

"angelina." i spoke. "aspetta, mi capisci?"
[translation: wait, you understand me?]

"yeah, but we can't speak it." curly laughed, or giggled, definitely giggled.

i didn't have to be speaking in italian, but i mean hey, why not have some fun?

"why did my brother shoot you?" the blonde asked.

"i soldi." i sighed.
[translation: money.]

"ooh, i wanna talk to the girl!" a new voice yelled, a boy with fiery red hair racing in with a giant grin on his face.

"hi, i'm michael!" he yelled. "these little shits were annoying you, weren't they? well, it's okay, i'm here now. scram! shoo!"

"michael, enough." curly rolled his eyes. "oh shit, you don't know our names. well, i'm ashton, and that's luke, not blake."

"wait, blake is responsible for this?" michael raised his eyebrows. "uh, you alright?"

"sto bene." i replied.
[translation: i'm fine.]

"the fuck?"

"michael, unlike your lazy ass, she knows italian." luke rolled his eyes. "at least she understands you. she said she's fine."

"you got shot, left for dead, and you're telling me you're okay?" michael questions and i nod. "we've got us a tough one. at least cal will be somewhat pleased."

"cal?" i questioned.

"oh, right, well there's something you should know about us." ashton scratched his neck. "you see, we're kind of part of a—"

"luke!" a voice boomed throughout the hospital, making luke jump up.

"why didn't blake shoot me?" the blonde whined as he hid behind michael.

"luke, how the fuck is blake responsible for all of this? oh. you're up."

puppy eyes.

"italian works best for her, mate." ashton patted his shoulder. "c'mon fellas."

then left in the room were puppy eyes and i, both very silent.

or should i say... cal.

"i'm calum." he said, looking up from his phone as he tucked it away. "non capisci?"
[translation: you don't understand?]

"angelina, and yes, i do." i said. "who are you?"

"we're the vipers." calum said. "and as soon as you're discharged, the only place your going is with us."