Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

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Thunder boomed outside as rained pelted down against the window, I leaned against the headboard while stroking Tristan's hair. He lay his head on my lap while the rest of his body was on the bed; he slept peacefully, his soft snores echoed the room bringing a slight comfort from the thunderstorm that kept everyone inside. It was peaceful yet there was an unsettling feeling in me each time I touched Tristan using my hands and I knew they weren't sexual feelings as I didn't feel tingles but it was something else, something you would feel when you didn't like being touched or something.

After I fixed up Tristan's wounds, the answer never came up in my mind and I honestly didn't know what to say. Was I to lie or was I to tell him the truth which would and could result in anything? I didn't know what my answer was to be honest, he was turning out like his father but then again I didn't know much about his father so I couldn't judge on the fact on whether he was becoming like his father or not. Tristan was ruthless like any gang leader would be, but he was so ruthless and cold hearted that he would kill women if he had to, he would kill family members, he would kill mothers or even the elderly. He was what his father made him.

I looked down at Tristan's sleeping form and for once since I've met him, he looked innocent as if he couldn't harm anything in the world but that was only for a little while. I sighed softly wondering what life would be like for our kid when he's older, life couldn't be hard as it was for Tristan but I knew that there were going to be some difficult times which made me want to scold myself many times for having that one night stand with Tristan; a child shouldn't be brought up with a life like this, surrounded by guns, blood and death was not a life I wanted for our kid but I guess since I was attacked, the bad guys know who I am.

Looking over at the digital clock next to our bed, it read 22:24. It had been raining for over 3 hours but now was the hardest round of rain, but it still seemed so comfortable for baby boy and Tristan I guess because neither one moved so they were asleep. A small breeze made its way through the little gap from the window which I opened after Tristan asked me to open it; my hair blew a little making a little shiver run through me so I shuddered. A hand ran up and down my arm in order to take away the Goosebumps that made their way onto my skin and I noticed Tristan looking up at me with an emotion I couldn't recognise.

Neither of us spoke for a little bit, just enjoying the rain we heard from outside and the light wind that seemed to ease the tension. 'You can close the window if you want.' Tristan said, I only shook my head and smiled a little.

'How are you feeling?' I asked him softly. Tristan seemed to snap out of something because he suddenly got up from my lap and moved to sit up on the bed, his back was facing me and he seemed tense which confused me more than it should of. 'Tristan?'

'Don't. Don't talk to me like that.' He snapped at me, still without facing me and I'm not going to lie but he was scaring me a little when he said that but I still didn't do as he asked.

'Don't talk like what?'

'Don't talk to me like you care, Kihanna. Once I calm down, people are nice to me then they throw it back in my face by treating me like shit and that's exactly what you're going to do Kihanna because you're like them all.' I pushed back my tears because I knew exactly what he was talking about, how he got treated happened to me so many times that I tried giving up being nice but it was too hard, obviously being not nice worked for Tristan although I can't imagine him being nice.

'Tristan, I'm not like other pen-'

'Shut the fuck up, don't you dare give me that crap. I've been lied to all my life meaning I know a liar because I'm one myself too.' He got off the bed and walked around to the bedroom door but I was already up and stopping him from opening the door by grabbing his arm and pulling him back which proved to be doing something considering that baby boy was putting some of his strength in me.

'Stop acting like this Tristan. Stop pushing me every time I get close to you, stop trying to make it seem like I'm the bad person all the time because I'm not and you know it. Just stop Tristan, can't you just let me in for once?' He sighed before turning around and looking down at me with cold hard eyes and a look which I didn't deserve but I still continued. 'How do you expect me to answer a question like that because all I'm going to do is lie for your sake?' I asked him, my voice was soft again.

'No one lies for my sake Kihanna. They lie for their own sake and just try be caring but they aren't caring what so ever, they try save their asses just like that asshole did to his wife.' He was only inches away from my face, seething with anger while I was standing like a coward in front of him close to tears.

'Tristan, do you even think before you say anything? I cleaned up your injuries, the ones you made after your half-sister who's pregnant said those things to you and you went on a raging fit. I even stayed with you after you fell asleep when I could have left, I even thought about how I should answer your question without hurting you or angering you and you know what? I don't know the answer to your question but what I do know is that you're scared. You're so scared of letting people in and that's because of your father.' When he didn't speak, I asked him a question of my own. 'Am I still like those people that treated you unfairly?'

He didn't give me an answer but I could tell that if he were to give me an answer, it wouldn't be one I would like to have heard. After a second though, there was a light behind me which averted Tristan eyes; he looked at me once more before telling me to be quiet and stay in the room using hand signals then he got out a gun from his back making me wonder how I didn't know that was there. I did as Tristan asked but a set of fear found its way in me, what if something bad happened to Tristan while he was downstairs?

'Kihanna?!' Kieron? What the hell was he doing here at this time of the night? Throwing the door open, I walked towards the stairs when Kieron made his appearance looking wet from the rain as his clothes clung to him like a second skin. His looks didn't interest me though, I needed to know why he was here especially since I haven't talked to him after he told me that I was carrying a gang leader's kid.

'What the hell are you doing here?' I asked him wondering why the hell he was here at this time of the night especially with Tristan being in the house. Without even looking my way he ignored my question and took my hand in his then started pulling me but Tristan was there to stop Kieron before he dragged me down the stairs. 'Get the hell off her.'

'She isn't safe here with you so if I were you, one of the many things I would do is let her go.' Tristan chuckled darkly before taking a step forward, immediately making the tension rise in the air as he towered Kieron. Kieron's grip on my hand never loosened but instead got tighter when he decided to take a step forward, bringing me with him; Tristan's eyes flickered to mine before looking down at the tightness of my hand in Kieron's which then made him pull Kieron by the collar and throw him against the wall really hard and he thankfully didn't take me with him.

'Get out of my house now, or should I make you?' Kieron coughed a lot when he got up but he managed to give me one look which practically shouted confusion and betrayal before making his way downstairs with Tristan following him to make sure he went out the door while I stayed upstairs, not wanting to see any more violence if there was going to be any.

I walked back into the bedroom, sighing as I plopped down onto the bed which made me feel like I weighed a tonne because of how low I felt like I was going down on the bed. My thoughts were all over the place but I knew one thing, there was good in Tristan except that he just didn't know the good way to show it and was basing all his feelings and releasing them in anger and hate.