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Chapter 4 - Past Scars

Warning: Mentions of Abuse
Third Person POV
With Bullet and Blade

"That couldn't have been him." Bullet mutters, his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed as he paced.

Blade, Rock, Spade, and Haste were sitting on a bed watching him pace.

Blade gets up.

"He looked like you two, minus the fact that he had bright blue eyes." Haste points out, tapping his fingers against his leg.

Blade grabs his twin to stop him from pacing and to calm him down.

Bullet's pacing was making him nervous as well.

Or it was their twin connection.

That was a possibility, too.

"Antonio had gotten our madre's eyes, bright blue," Blade explains. "while we had gotten our padre's, green and hazel." He informs them, trying to remember what his younger brother looked like.

Bullet was lost in thought in his arms, though he was slightly older than him and about a centimeter taller than Blade.

"Maybe that was him?" Spade asks, taking the thought into consideration.

"Maybe he ran from Queens to Manhattan." Rock adds.

"We need to get our brother back." Bullet and Blade decide at the same time, sharing a look.

"And we'll help you." Haste assures the twins. "We all miss Antonio, or Anthony as your dad called him." He tells them.

Rock, Spade, and Haste knew how much Anthony/Antonio meant to the twins, and that was a lot.

With Race, Spot, Jack, and Davey
In Manhattan

"Specs says you should be good tomorrow. Davey informs Race, sitting on a bunk across from Race's.

Race was sitting on Albert's bottom bunk, Spot sitting next to him.

"I'm fine though!" Race argues, trying to get up, only to have Spot pull him back down onto the bed to where he was before.

"Nuh uh, you ain't not doing this, not right now." Spot tells him, the sternness in his voice clear as day.

Race huffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

Albert and Jack stood on opposite sides of Davey, both standing.

Albert was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes stern.

Race wasn't used to that from him.

"Now that we have a minute alone," Jack starts, sitting down on the bunk next to Davey. "how about you tell us about your past?" He suggests.

Race's eyes widen.

"We won't tell anyone, Race." Davey assures the younger boy, seeing his reaction.

"Spot, you see, the reason Race looks horrible," Jack starts, ignoring the "rude" from Race. "is he got no sleep last night. He told me it was a nightmare, but he was babying one of his scars. A burn mark to be exact." He informs them.

Spot and Davey's eyes widen.

They both turn to look  at Race, who looks down at his lap.

Davey hadn't known that Race had babied a scar, especially not a burn mark.

Pictures of scars on Race's back flashed through Spot's mind. "Racer, take off your shirt." He instructs him.

"No." Race disagrees, snapping slightly.