Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

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We are always told that the world is our oyster, but how many of us understand what that means or how many of us believe it? I sighed as I closed my thick book full of information about some studies I was doing and also took off my glasses as I rubbed my temple as all this reading I have been doing gave me a brain ache. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I took up classes to get my mind off this whole Tristan thing and honestly this gave me a whole 'nother insight to the world which was quite interesting but it was also a total brain ache.

I got up, well attempted to for at least a couple seconds, before going to the kitchen to get something to eat. My morning sickness has been getting better even though that should have ended couple months ago but every woman is different, but my nausea is still there every time I see cheese or smell something that I don't like. It's very very irritating because after I get that feeling, I got to make an effort to walk to the kitchen and eat some crackers. Back to me being in the kitchen, I opened some cupboards that were in my reach and found nothing then I looked in the refrigerator and found nothing either, then I remembered the packet or cookies that I had bought a couple days back that were in one of the top cupboards.

Opening the cupboard, I didn't realise how far up the cookies were so I had to reach up to get it and it was on the tip of my fingers but I still couldn't get it. A presence was behind me, pressing into me a little as they got up and got the cookies for me; looking behind, I saw that it was Tristan who had the cookies in his hand while his face was emotionless or more bored looking. I took the cookies from him and muttered a quick thank you, not wanting to look at his face no more as I walked away only to be pulled back by him.

'Why are you ignoring me again?' He asked, sighing at the end like he had enough. I let out a shaky breathe before answer him, 'I haven't been ignoring you, I've just been caught up with work from class.' All I wanted to do was get away from him, and it wasn't his fault it was just that I didn't want to have another conversation with him because it will be like repeating things all over again, something where we don't solve anything. Tristan didn't say anything so I just got out of his grip and walked away from him, not wanting to add anything else and he let me go without following me.

Tristan had me on house arrest as well as Miles, well only for the times where I didn't have classes other than that, I wasn't allowed to go out anywhere and a lot of people from the gang made sure they knew where I was. I didn't want to risk it just in case any of them got in trouble, everyone knew how harsh Tristan was when things didn't go his way; I couldn't see anyone from his gang hurt no matter what they have done. It was getting bored each day and I didn't know what to do anymore because I was stuck in here, eating foods that seemed too dry. My cookies were slowly starting to get dry too which suddenly made me crave a big juicy burger or even better, something from Taco Bell!

My dreams vanished when my insides were flipping over and bile rose to my throat making me run like Usain Bolt up the stairs and into the bathroom just in time for me to puke my guts out. I haven't felt like this since a month ago, I groaned as the last of the contents ended up in the toilet and suddenly, there was a hand rubbing my back in comfort as I started to feel and easing comfort run throughout me.

Tristan turned on one of the taps and then I felt something cold being put onto my head making me feel much more bliss because the heat on my head was no longer there. The cold cloth on my head formed a soothing touch while his hand calmed down my stomach as well as the little pains I had in my back, who knew puking would cause this much pain?

'It's okay, shh.' He whispered lightly as he continued to pour his magic onto me. 'This is why I put the cookies on the top shelf.' He said chuckling. I moved a little, indicating that I was a little okay to get up and Tristan understood as he moved away from me letting me flush the toilet and go to the sink to splash cold water onto my face, breathing a little normally.

'Thanks.' I said to him without facing him as embarrassment filled my face. When I heard no sound, I turned to him not there which left me leaving a little empty but anywho, I walked outside the bathroom and changed into some suitable clothes because I hate being in clothes I have just been sick in. I wore plain dark blue jeans with a loose blouse along with some black flats, no make-up was worn but then I decided against it so I wore eyeliner and mascara.

'Where are you going?' A question that came up every time I was dressed to go out; it should have annoyed me but it always made me think that he cared. 'I thought I could go grocery shopping, you could come with me if you want.' It looked as if I had taken Tristan by surprise because he looked taken aback by my comment.

'Uh...sure.' I got a good look at that ass as we walked out of the room then all the way to his car. It took time for me to get into the car but with Tristan's help, it took a lot less time than it usually does and it felt weird that Tristan was helping me and being nice. Something he usually isn't. We arrived at Walmart and I got out easier than I got in, I turned to Tristan and saw him pull out a cigarette.

'You go in and I'll be there in a minute.' He said. I only gave him a nod as response, feeling that caring feeling of his slowly start to slip away again. I got a shopping cart and made my way into the store to find something or anything that seemed edible or nice for and the baby, we weren't running low on food but it seemed like the baby didn't like the stuff we had at home and the fresh air was much more better than the air at home, if that makes sense.

So far, I had only got some cereal, drinks, chocolate, chicken and olives because that's what I have been craving recently. Moving my trolley to the next aisle, which was the baby section that had shelves full of baby monitors or baby camera's etc. we hadn't got one yet but I didn't think we would need one since the baby would be sleeping in my room but looking at them wouldn't hurt.

'I knew you would be here.' I jumped when I heard Kieron's voice behind me. Was he wanting to die? I'm sure he was because he was here right now while Tristan was probably right around the corner. Once I had gotten my heartbeat to a normal steady pace, I glared at Kieron and said, 'Are you stalking me or are you just insane?'

'Oh, no! Just watching over you just in case anything happens.' Does he not understand that I don't need him to watch over me or does he need to get beaten up by Tristan?

'Listen, I don't need watching over because I have many people helping me and Tristan is one of them as well as my brother so I suggested you stay away from me Kieron.' I don't know why I had this sudden urge of hate towards Kieron but he was agitating me and I had had enough and to be honest, I didn't want him hurt by any one from Tristan's gang or Miles or his gang.

'Tristan is a bad guy Kihanna. You know he is, so why are you staying with him? You know how much problems he causes and you know what happened to you is his fault so why don't you come stay with me and Leah?' The nerve of this guy!

'She's fine with me so back off or do you want a repeat of what happened?' Tristan's voice had invaded the aisle but I wasn't complaining. I didn't want to be here with Kieron and in fact, I didn't want to be here at all anymore.

'I'm fine Tristan, just warning her of how bad you can get.' Kieron turned to me with an amused smile on his face. 'You do know how bad he can get right? It's a blood massacre.'

'Kieron, go.' I said sternly which made him give me a look with furrowed eyebrows before he shook his head chuckling a little. Nothing more was said as he walked passed me without touching me. 'He didn't do anything to you right?' Tristan asked coming closer to me and looking me straight in my eyes.

'Nothing, he didn't do anything to me. Let's just buy these and go home.' I regret coming out of the house at all. If I knew that these things could happen once you come out of your house if you're carrying the gang leader's kid, then house arrest sounds just good.