He's a Killer

Isn't it lovely? - 7

Kurt's point of view - thought I would play around and test my view points.

Siro is pronounced see-row
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1 week later

I walked into the restaurant, making my way to the front counter.

"Is Siro out the back?"  I asked the man that was serving the front counter.

"Yeah, is everything ok?"

"Fine," I replied.

The restaurant was quite run down, paint was slightly peeling and the wooden front counter bench was no longer oiled, it was old too.  But it didn't really matter, they served decent quality food and  the place was mainly used for dealing drugs and for people to sleep in the upstairs apartment.

It was barely a home, but this is the place that got me through when I was in my teenage years, when things were more rough and I didn't have my shit together.  It gave me a place to sleep, eat; all I had to do was try to sell cocaine and weed and it would feed me for a day or two, depending on how much I sold and how much it sold for.

But now I was twenty-six, I was able to independently work for others on an income that could afford to pay taxes, own quite a decent plot of land and a few other houses and cars here and there.

I wasn't bragging, but I really made some good money.

I opened the door to the back area office, and there Siro sat in the office chair.

"What's up, tosser?" he asked me, his british accent obvious.

"Not much Siro, any job offers y'got for me?" he flicked through some paperwork, eyes flickering through the highlighted words on the pages.

"M'not much, maybe in the next few weeks though," I was slightly disappointed as that would mean a little less pay, but it shouldn't affect me too much. 

"That's all I was here for," I leant on the wall behind me, "but if anything comes up, call me."

"I will, but it'll be a big job," he replied, "and if it isn't done properly we could lose a few pocketfuls."

I wasn't exactly worried about losing money, i'd rather protect the men that get involved in the job so they don't get jail time. And it was pretty easy to
tell - by the tone of Siro's voice - that this job was serious and needed consideration.

Now, Siro was good with being considerate, but he wasn't so good with money. He was good at giving out money, but he wasn't good at keeping his own. He was a gambler, during the day he wouldn't spend but by night he was a completely different person.

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(song: Ghosts; by BANNERS.)

I laid back in my shack, the bed beneath me soft as the sheets practically swallowed me.  I sighed out in relief as it had been quite a long day.

The night replayed in my head.

"Aye, what's up Kelvin?"

"He's hurt," his voice shot through the phone, low.

"Who? The kid?" I questioned, I began to overthink and was frantically searching my mind for answers.

An hour later I was saving Adriks ass from his father, even though the kid barely knew me.

I watched as Adriks father dragged him by the foot down a gravel driveway as our car pulled beside the curb.  I immediately jumped from the car and slammed the door behind me.

His screams rung through my head, it was deafening and I couldn't stand hearing his cry's any longer.

"H-Help!" he screamed "A-Ah stop, it hurts arghh-" I could hear something gurgling in his mouth.

I ran as fast as I could.

"Adrik!" I basically screamed, my feet carrying me too slow and caused me to almost double over several times.

"Ahhh, p-please he's going to kill me!" I felt my heart sink "He's got a gun!"

Everything seemed so slow, the screams were lengthened and I could feel every strip of wind that strung it's way through my hair.  The crunching of gravel fell silent as I leaped towards his father and tackled him to the ground.

I was too busy trying to keep boss man to the ground to notice Adrik had crawled away with blood filtering from between his lips.  He would cough every so often and it hurt me to hear him in pain.

He was out cold and I heaved myself from off the ground.

"Adrik!" I yelled, "hey, hey, it's ok," I whispered when I was close enough.  I even let tears fall from my eyes as I saw the damage done, you could see it in his eyes; he just wanted to sleep.

He just wanted to sleep.

There was parts of gravel strewn across his face as well as blood.

I lifted him and walked him to the car, whilst wiping the tears, dirt and blood from his face.

I felt so angry in this moment.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"  I cursed, speaking louder as the string of words fell from my mouth. "Don't you dare give up on me now Adrik," he looked at me with a tiredness that couldn't even be expressed by words and only could be known to people that had experienced it for themselves.

"I just gott- sleep," Adrik slurred his words to an extreme.  I began to worry even more.

I remember the night so well, he slipped from consciousness, his eyes would every so often roll back into his head.

I didn't even consider a conciliatory approach to the fathers argument of the fact his son was 'disgusting' for being gay. I thought otherwise. Being gay is a normal thing, and there was no other way about that statement. It is what it is.

I had laid him in the backseat of the car and took him to the hospital, turns out he had a concussion and an obvious amount of bruises and cuts that were coloured onto his pale skin.  I must agree, those cuts don't look good on him, but he still looks amazing like any other normal day.

I scrunched my hand up into a fist beneath me, how could a father, do what he does.

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3rd person -

Adrik has since spent the past few weeks at home with his father, time was achingly slow as the household held such silence the past few days.  Almost like a cold depression fell among the house and its people.

Nico even had bags under his eyes from Solevich sending him on useless missions that sent him crazy from the late-night drives and forced to hold no sleep during the day as it would be busy.

There was no way in hell Nico could escape this hell, but there was no way he wanted to stay either.  All the restless nights led him to believe he himself was useless and wasn't doing things properly for Solevich.

So Nico ended up spending nights away, leaving his phone unanswered to many missed calls and messages, which even Adrik would worry himself over, but Nico would always return fashionably uninvited.  Even earning a hushed scolding from Solevich.

Adrik attempted to go into online school, which his father (a miracle,) said yes to but his application was denied due to the fact he had so much time off school.  Which Adrik was quite pissed about because now he knew he had to deal with the bullies.

He was so fed up with it all.

He was so fed up with the fact he was in genuine pain and remorse for things he hadn't even done.  He was dealing with so much, so his plate was quite full and there was no more room for any other drama or banter.  He would rather just die then and there.  But the favour wasn't on his side, for that of bad things would keep continuously bug him until he had no more strength to fight back.  His body would become a boxing bag for all the negativity and would just endure it.  Almost like rain on a roof, the roof couldn't tear itself away and would have to let the rain pour until it was no longer.

He spent most of his days wrapped up in blankets wishing for everything to be over.  And even wished for a certain someone to occupy the emptiness in his bed.