Finding The Gang Leaders Heart

Chapter Five

The next few days pass by in a blur. The boys that live here are really nice which I wasnt expecting. They always check in to make sure I feel okay. The youngest boy is sixteen and the oldest is twenty four. There were ten boys in the house. I really just stuck with Seth and Toddy though. I learned that there were more people in the gang; they just didnt live here. I was in my room around nine in the morning. I decided to wear black leggings and a white crop top. I curled my hair and did my eye makeup. I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Most of the guys were down here eating various cereals and fruits. I grabbed an apple and started eating.

"Good morning everyone" Josh sang coming down the stairs. Josh was the most energetic of everyone. He always made everyone smile. He was nineteen years old and had full arms of tattoos. He had brown hair and chilling blue eyes. Ive learned hes kinda the spirit of the house.

"Good morning" a few people responded. I sat down at the big wooden table next to Toddy.

"Morning Tal," he said, not looking up from his phone.

"Good morning Todd" I smiled. Everyone was having their own conversations and talking about the plans for the day. Some people were going out to patrol and others were making deals. Another thing about this gang. They sold a lot of drugs but they didn't use them. Apparently Coby made that rule a long time ago. Which I found odd, but Im too scared to question it. The guys seem okay with the rule though. Its a lot more settling knowing that everyone here is sober.

I see Coby come down the stairs. He was wearing a tuxedo and had his hair done all the way up. I would be lying to myself if I didnt think he was hot. His tanned skin and muscular arms. I snapped out of my daze and went back to my food. Isaac entered the room and smiled at me. He went straight to the fridge. He hasnt changed much then from when he lived with me.

Everything was going good. I hadn't felt that sad lately, but I honestly just think it hadn't kicked in yet. There was a knock at the door and everyone looked up.

"I'll get it," I said, getting up. Seth gave me an appreciative smile. I opened the door and saw a man dressed in black holding a gun up to my head. I felt the cold metal against my skin. I went into panic mode, my hands got sweaty and my body was consumed with fear. I heard everyone rush into the room, but I couldn't move. The gun pressed into my head making me back up into the house. The man followed.

"Good morning fellas" he said in a low dangerous voice.

"Put the gun down," Coby said, again with no emotion.

"Why" the man smiled. "I want sixty pounds of product, the boss said so" he continued speaking.

"We can't give you that," Coby said calmly, taking steps closer. I could still feel the gun on my head and my body shaking. Is this where I die?

"Well if you don't, I'm going to have to shoot this lady here" the man smiled. He had an evil smile with crooked teeth. Before anything else could be said a gunshot rang throughout the house. I closed my eyes and prayed it wasn't me. The whole world seemed silent for a minute. I opened my eyes and saw the man on the floor at my feet. The gun was no longer pressed to my head. I turned around to see Coby put his gun back in his waistband. He had just killed a man.

My entire brain shut down and everything was blurry. A tear slid down my cheek. Isaac came rushing towards me but I pushed him away. I looked at Coby, I couldnt see any emotion in his face. He looked at me sternly just before I ran upstairs.

It's been three days and I haven't left my room. I haven't showered or eaten. I had watched a man get murdered right in front of me. Coby didn't need to do that, they could have talked through that. If he hadn't would I be dead? I had so many questions but I knew one thing. I was scared of Coby.

I was bored of sitting around my room and staring at the pink walls. I didn't want to go downstairs because I was scared. I started unpacking my suitcases to pass some time. I got my clothes put away into the closet and my makeup set up on the desk. The last thing I pulled out of my suitcase was a photo album. The night before I had come here I just threw random things in bags. I was upset about my parents and Jake. I didn't remember putting this in here. I opened it to the first page and saw my mom and dad on their wedding day. The other pictures showed them eating cake and dancing. They both seemed so happy. I could feel my tears starting to well up in my eyes. I turned to the next page and saw Isaac as a baby and my mom holding him. The smile on her face was genuine and loving. She really did care about us and we both just left. The tears rolled down my face and I couldn't stop them.

Someone knocked on the door and then came in. No one waits for a response in this house. I was glad to see it was Isaac.

"Are you crying" he asked in a soft tone.

"No I'm sweating from my eyes dipshit" I responded wiping the tears away from my face. He sat down next to me and saw the album. He flipped a couple pictures and then looked up at me.

"I'm sorry I left Tal," Isaac said, pulling me into a hug.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, still crying. Isaac sighed and then pulled off his jacket to reveal his arms. They were laced with scars.

"Dad started to hurt me," his voice cracked. I pulled up my sleeves and showed him my arms. They had the same scars.

"Me too," I said. I watched as my brother's face was covered in tears.

"I shouldn't have left, I'm so sorry" he said, hugging me again.

"Dad used to hit me with bottles when he was drunk, mom never knew. It started when you left" I said crying even harder now.

"He used to do it to me, and then there was only you" he whispered through tears. We sat there in silence for a minute finally putting all the pieces together.

"Please come down and eat" he begged.

"Let me shower first," I responded, getting up from the bed. He exited my room and closed the door. I never told anyone about dad before my brother. It felt like a weight lifted off my chest knowing that we had gone through the same thing.