Gunner

Crash

i've grown a weird relationship with all you mother fuckers, but we're all vibing right? 😝 (the answer is YES)

Gunner

"Get out." tears fall out of her eyes.

I tone down. "Beautiful, I-"

"GO!" she screams and Duke hugs her.

I try to form words, but grow angry and stomp out of the house, getting into my car. Gladly, I speed off with my foot pressed all the way down in the gas and my hands gripping the steering wheel.

It's true, I did kill her parents.

But I was sixteen.

And her father threatened my little brother. That's something I will never put up with, especially an older man bullying my fifteen year old brother over money.

That will be the truth I don't want Lils to know. Know her father was never wealthy. He was sick. He was a beggar.

He held knives to men's throats, pleading to give him money. And I knew exactly who he was, not just a beggar, but a guy who forbidden a friendship. The mother was no sunshine herself, she had a night job when Lils went to bed. She was a prostitute to bring in more money.

And my baby Lily didn't know.

So naive, as always.

So how Duke worked with her dad? I don't know how. Unless his dad is just as fucked up as her dad.

Anger fills my veins as I get lost in thought, not looking where I'm doing.

Until I swerve out of my lane of accident, colliding front to front with another car.

Blacking out almost immediately.

**

Beep

Beep

Beep

"Mother fucker" I hiss in pain.

"You're up!!" mama runs to my hospital bed. "The blood-"

"I got it!" Layla grabs a baby wipe, wiping my temple down to my cheek.

I groan. "Thanks"

"Are you okay?!" dad sits down.

I nod and Eddie frowns. "It wasn't worth it"

"I know... I really fucking know" I hold my wrist. "My head is pounding"

"The other guy wasn't so lucky" mama looks down, tears escaping her eyes.

I try to form words and hold her hand in pain from my wrist. "What happened?"

"He died" dad gulps.

My eyes widen and Layla cries. "I'm so glad you're okay!!"

"I love you, Layla" I sadly smile. "God, I fucked up"

"Well, if it makes you feel better, the dude was texting and driving. You weren't doing anything... besides angry driving" Eddie tries to defend me.

"It's still my fault, Ed. I was mad over something I did myself that came back to eat me alive. I shouldn't have put everyones life at risk... let alone kill someone" I pull my hand away from mamas so I can hold it.