As Marco went to "acquire" another ride for the night I found myself pacing in the alley as my comrades amused themselves with cigarettes and five finger fillet. My blood had cooled from the mind numbing rage I had felt earlier and I had just begun letting my mind wander back to that girl, her sweet innocent smile and baby blue eyes. "I should go to her tonight....would she even want to see me though?" I wondered as I took the pack out of Emily's hand stealing a cig and lighting it. Breathing in a deep hit and letting the calming rush flow over my body as I exhaled helped me to think. As I leaned against the damp wall the creeping chill soaking though my clothes did little to pull my mind from her. I had never been so lost as when I was with her. I was able to lose myself in her eyes and touch, not in the drawing want of sexual pleasure but in a longing that someway I could not explain. I just wanted to be around her, I would dare say I love her. The unfamiliar feeling made me feel weak, I do not like feeling weak.
"Emily, find Marco, this is taking too long" I shouted to her as I continued to drag on the cig, relaxing ever so slightly as the nicotine rushed into my body.
Not much longer after that a jacked-up F-250 rolled up and stopped as Emily rolled out of the
seat, "Ready to go Boss" she called, her voice happy and cheerful like she was expecting praise.
"Get the fuck back in there" I called to her before turning to the rest of my crew "Load up Boys and Girls, we going huntin!"
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As I sat with my back against the tailgate, watching the streets and storefronts buzz by, my AR-15 nestled snug under my arm, as the crew patrolled the streets I had to stop and think how we must have looked. Young men and woman covered in dirty patchy clothes, armed with hunting rifles and semi automatics pulled into the bed of a pickup truck, as I sat against the cab of the truck, looking out over the streets as my brothers and sisters in arms laughed and joked I felt a strange emptiness filling me. Nights like tonight usually brought bloodshed and celebration afterwards at the gang bar or hideout, but tonight I felt neither the piercing calm nor the exhilarating chaotic rush of adrenaline for the coming massacre. Instead I felt empty and emotionless like something wasn't right with this ritual, like something was missing. I raised my arm and slammed two fierce blows on the roof of the cab, our signal to stop. As the truck slowed I jumped out of the bed winching slightly as I landed with too much pressure on my left foot shooting a quick pain up my leg. I held up my arm again, my hand formed out my index and middle finger expended and pressed firmly together flicking my wrist motioning for the hunting party to continue down the road. Without another word the truck sped off once more,leaving me alone on the street my AR still tucked under my arm.
I couldn't get her out of my mind, her long flowing black hair and those big baby blue eyes, that adorable smile of hers. As I made the quiet trip through the narrow back alleys and side streets my mind wandered from it's usual darkness to pleasant memories of Melissa. Her spinning around on the beach care free and happy, her with little Sarah, the night she cleaned my wound. I owed this girl something, at the least the protection that LoCo offered to our friends. The trip pasted quickly as I day dreaming about her. As I made my way through it he small yard toward the doorstep and onto the small concrete pad in front of the door, I found myself waiting, standing there silently, not sure what to do next. My mind was spinning, I knew logical I was supposed to just raise my fist and knock on the door but I stood here, at the threshold of the object of my minds desire but I was just standing here oddly content. I sat down on the doorstep, my back against the door, sitting there, one leg on the ground bent towards me and the other v-ed slightly toward the sky, slowly bringing my AR around, cradling it in my arms, ready to bring it to bear against any threat that approached yet causally holding it away from any target at the moment. As I began to fumble around trying to find my smokes I finally noticed the clothes I were wearing weren't my own but scraps the my brothers and sisters had managed to part with to provide me with, a oversized pair of jeans and a shirt that was far to tight."At least they had my jacket with them" I thought as I finally found the left side chest pocket that held my pack, it wasn't til then that I noticed the hole in the jacket, a bloody stained mark with a finger size hole in it, as I withdrawed my smokes I noticed that a hole was punched clean through the box, ruining two of the last three cigs in the crumbling pack. I slowly brought the filter to my lips as I lit the cartridge and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke for a moment before exhaling slowly. In the back of my mind I knew this was wrong, my brothers and sisters were out on the war path for the attempt on my life and here I was sitting of a doorstep for no other reason than I wanted to be here. I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes, feeling sleep begin to take me.
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Forbidden Love
Teen FictionHe was born in the dirtyest slum on earth. His parents leaving him there to try and stake out their claim. He could barely remember them, and he quickly forgot them. He stayed in the slums though. Allowing the criminals and theives to become his fam...
