Do What the Bad Boy Says

Chapter 2

"Sorry, Dad." I mumbled, my face heating up again this evening.

"What were you gang banging in the fucking hallway?" His slurs were becoming louder now as his temper rose. "Whore. Just like your fucking mother."

I grimaced at that one. I'd expected these boys to laugh at me, but they didn't. They all looked slightly shocked for a moment. I watched as they stiffened, now realizing what I'd been hiding. I was not proud of this.

"Did you get me anything to eat or have you become completely useless?" He was too drunk to realize what he was admitting about himself in front of these people.

I was furious. He was making not only himself look wretched, but myself as well. I told him I'd forgotten and stood horrified as he reached to grab my arm in front of these people. He grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I yelped in shock and tried to pry his hands off of me. This was humiliating.

"I suggest you take your fucking hands off of her." I heard the clicking of a gun.

"No!" I cried. "Don't shoot him! He's just-"

"Shut up!" My dad kicked my leg making me cry. "I suggest you mind your fucking business."

"Kit don't shoot. You'll kill him. His blood is too thin because of the alcohol." Theo, the only voice of reason, shouted.

The sound of skin meeting skin was heard and grip on my hair loosened enough for me to pry myself out of it. I winced at the charlie-horse in my leg and massaged my scalp before quickly wiping any tears that had fallen. The four of them moved quickly in ushering me inside and moving my unconscious father onto his chair.

I hated when he was like this. He wouldn't have been like that if these stupid guys had just left. He was always like that anyways. Only when he was woken up late or pushed to that point.

"You are a liar, Rosie." Kit smirked at me, opening all my cupboards until he'd found the one with the cups and filling it at the sink.

He handed the cup to red before filling up four more and walking mine over to me. I took it from him. I didn't know what to say. He wasn't wrong. I did lie to him. We did have cups and water.

"Anyways, you're not staying here tonight. Go pack a bag." He ordered me again while the other three sat down on the couch and scrolled through the channels on the TV.

I didn't really want to go with them. I didn't want to have anything to do with any of them. I didn't want to say no and piss him off, but I could just comply with every order he gave me.

I shook my head and walked into the kitchen. Tomorrow was Saturday which meant I needed to be at the diner early. I had no clue where he lived or how long it would take for me to walk there the next morning. I had to get my dad some Advil and water for when he woke up. Maybe some ice, too, for the bruise that was forming on the side of his forehead.

I filled the sink with water and started trying to do the dishes. They'd leave eventually. All gangs left eventually. It was like the movies. They'd pause somewhere until they got bored, right?

"Pack a bag, not do the dishes." Kit growled from directly behind me. "Fucking now!"

I flinched at his tone. I told him I would before quickly drying my hands. I scampered through the living room and into my bedroom, locking the door behind myself. I needed to figure out what to do. I couldn't just go with them.

These weren't the kind of guys that would happily offer you their bed while they took the couch. They were the kind that'd make you beg to sleep on the floor of their own kitchens. I could not just let myself go with them.

A knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts. I dove to unlock it, not wanting another noise complaint fee from downstairs. I couldn't just have them breaking down my doors and anything else.

"I can't go with you." I told Kit, who stood scowling in the doorway, in as confident a voice as I could. "I have to work early tomorrow and my dad- somebody's gonna have to be here when he gets up. And I have schoolwork I need to do and-"

"I didn't fucking ask, Rosie." He cut me off with a harsh voice. "Put some shit in a bag and get a fucking move on it."

I was not about to put myself in a dangerous situation just because he'd told me to. I couldn't just go with him. It wasn't safe. I barely knew him, but I'd nearly memorized the stories I'd heard growing up. He can't be trusted and I can't go with him.

I could not let myself just walk out with hi because he told me to. That's not how like necessarily works.

"You don't understand. I appreciate everything you've done so far, but I really can't go with you." I tried explaining myself.

His guys stood up from the couch and suddenly started picking my unconscious father up from his chair. What were they doing?!

"Either you come with us, or we take your dad with us, querida." Felix smirked.

"Seriously?" Both Red and Theo rolled their eyes at him. "Cut that shit out."

I couldn't just let them take my dad. They'd almost killed him less than a half an hour ago. I sighed and shoved a jeans and a random top in the bag. I grabbed some toiletries and closed the door to change out of my work clothes. A flannel because it was cozy and another pair of jeans because I didn't want to be unprepared. I changed quickly, hoping they wouldn't decide I was taking too long.

I nearly burst out of my bedroom. Kit smirked at me before picking my keys up off of the counter and shoving me towards the door. I prayed that my father was going to wake up fine and checked the time on my phone. It was past two in the morning.

"Frankie had somebody run our bikes over. They're at the side of the building." Felix said, looking up from his phone. "Hopefully jumpy over here can handle a lil bike ride."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to handle a little bike ride, but I was more than capable of doing so if necessary. I put my newly ripped jacket back on and pulled on the boots I'd been wearing earlier.

I had nice-enough clothes from before my mother left us last year and nothing was really too out of style yet which kept my home life from being too obvious. I needed it to be that way. It wasn't my dads fault he was like that. He was just hurting and didn't know how else to deal with it.

The only thing that made me uneasy about the bike ride was the fact that I could feel Kit's gun inside his jacket. He'd made me wrap my arms around him, giving me no other real choice.