* ~ L U C A S ~ *

"Pathetic bitch."

I clenched my fist as I glared over this morsel. He glared back, but with a sickening smile parted on his face. "So you gonna sit down or what, London? Or will my boys and I have to take you down harder than we already planned?"
Think, Lucas, think...

"Aye, Melo!" This Mike dude yelled. The huge looking terror trampled over behind Mike as some body guard. He resembled some type of beast - some bull.

"Lucas, please just sit down." Alexis pleaded. "Please."
"Yeah, Lucas. Listen to your bitch over there." Mike uttered, followed by a laugh.
"It's funny, she actually looks like some dog." One of those slutty girls had commented.
"Maybe a poodle," One spoke. 
"A poodle? Hah. More like a German Shepard." The room had broken out into a grouping of laughs. All except two.

I gritted my teeth as I kept direct contact with this fool. I edged to the couches and took a seat tightly next to Alexis. I took her hand and tightened it. "It's going to be alright, love."
"It's going to be alright, love."  Sharron mocked, with the worst impersonation of my accent I'd ever seen. "Shut up. Acting like you love this little turd. How old are you again?"
I said nothing. But starred. I felt Alexis's grip tighten in response. 
"Hello? I'm talking to you." She said, standing to her feet from leaning against the kitchen door. I acted as though she didnt exist, and turned to Alexis. "Just keep calm. I'm sure we can talk to them." I whispered.
Alexis's eyes were blurred with many tears that were straining to not flow. But they dripped, and dripped. I hated to see her like this. It killed me. Sometimes, it even made me want to cry.

"This dude looks like hes in his thirties."
"Are you even old enough to date this guy, Alexis?" Mike had asked, suddenly sounding like Logan. As some big brother figure.
Alexis said nothing but starred at him, but with fearful tears. Her glare, on the other hand, read something different. 
"Huh? Your a minor right? This guy is a grown dude."
"That's sick."
"Disgusting bitch." 
The sluts had added. My anger boiled. My vision blurred. Yet, I staid.

"Haha, wait until they hear this."
They?

In my palm, her hand shook. I consoled her by gentl rubbing her hand, softly and gently. 


Alexis shook her head. "I can't," She said, her leg suddenly jiggling up and down. Uncontrollably.
"Just stay calm, love."
"I can't." She whispered, just enough for me to hear. 

"What did you just mummble, bitch?" Someone, some girl, had said. I wasn't looked at who said it. Jut kept my eyes steady on Alexis. All of a sudden, the bubble popped. Everything had started to happen so fast.

"I SAID I CAN'T!" A roar bellowed throughout the living room full of bodies. Before I knew it, Alexis was leaning on the edge of the couch, and spit flying from her mouth. Her eyes were red. 

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" She yanked my grip from her arm. "STOP LETTING OUT THE ANGER OF YOUR HEARTBREAK ON OTHER'S! YOUR SICK!" There was no stopping her mouth at this point. 

"YOUR ABOUT TO BEAT ME TO DEATH? HALF TO DEATH? THEN WHAT WILL YOU ACCOMPLISH? LOGAN WILL HATE YOU MORE - OUR PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS WILL DESPICE YOU, AND YOU'D BE MORE HATED THAN WHAT YOU ALREADY ARE! WHICH I DID NOT THINK WAS POSSIBLE!"
"Alexis, stop it-" I tried to reason, but she quickly cut me off.
"NO! I WILL NOT! SHARRON I KNOW YOUR NOT PREGNANT! GIVE IT UP! I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING AND LYING TO MY PARENTS THAT YOUR HAVING MY BROTHERS CHILD! TAKE ME DOWN, BUT I WILL NOT BE TALKED TO LIKE THIS!"
Before I knew it, the blond one jumped for Alexis. I stumbled back, as the girl threw herself on Alexis as if in a reflex. The two fell behind the table, and the girl positioned herself onto Alexis. A saw the brass knuckle fly down to her face, and an instant crunch sound coiled against my ears.
Another girl, ran over and swung her foot against Alexis's waist.
"ALEXIS!" I yelled. I threw myself at them, just to be scrapped up by a more gripping grasp. It threw me a few feet away, banging my head against the stairwell. I blinked, and in a split second, the dread-head fellow had a full fledged fist to my face, and in an instant, everything went completely black.

* ~ A L E X I S ~ *

 The blows stung like no other pain that I had felt before. I felt my thoughts actually blurring - one minute I was thinking straight, the next I was blacking out. I shielded my face with my arms as best as I could, but the brass knuckles to my arms made me flinch, and every time I did, one of them would sneak a blow to my chin or forehead. I felt my lip bleeding, and God knows else where. With the brass knuckles really hurting me, I don't think I was going to live through this. Lucas was unresponsive, even after Melo kept putting blows to his face. I screamed and growled for help, knowing that no one was around for my protection anymore.
"Shut up, little bitch!"
"Cover her goddamned mouth!" Mike yelled from a distance. I kept my eyes shut, to frightened to face the possibilities of reality. Was Lucas okay? God knows I was hoping he was okay...

One of the girls yanked my limp body, and two got to my side to lift me up on my feet. My knees quickly buckled and I felt onto the carpet, catching myself with one arm, and holding my stomach with the other. My guts inside of me felt as though they were freely moving around. As if I were to move my hand, all of it would come pouring out onto the ground. I quickly started coughing, harder, and harder. They watched me with no care at all, as blood dripped from my mouth. My next stung to even swallow. My arms and legs were numb. My forehead throbbed.

"Aye Mike, you want us to do more damage to this?" One of the girls - probably the one that went bras-happy with the knuckles - had spoken up.
"Leave her alone. I need to get this one out of here," He said. That's when my heart sank. No, it stopped in place. The entire room suddenly became still. What did he mean this one? Out of here? As if he were just some object - some corps?

I swung my heard around behind me, where Lucas had laid out on the steps, blood gushing down his forehead , his eyes swollen shut. My eyes grew wide. Suddenly a rush of adrenaline shot through my spine and I gained enough energy to spurt a few feet across the living room and onto Lucas. I tapped his face and placed my ear to his heart. There wasn't a sound. Was I doing this right? I wasn't a professional - so maybe I didn't hear his heart beat because I wasn't doing this correctly. I tapped his face again. "C'mon, Lucas. Wake up, wake up," I said, as blood kept pouring from a wound right above his headline. "LUCAS! WAKE UP!" Panic mode - initiate. 

"Lucas, wake UP!" The taps turned into slaps.

They laughed from behind me, which turned my already bruised stomach upside down. I turned my head, and chunks poured from my lips like a waterfall.
"Ew!"
"Not on my carpet!"
"Disgusting."
I coughed some more, and ended the pile of upchuck with blood. I spit, and shook my head. This couldn't be happening! Tell me this wasn't happening! God please -

BANG ! BANG BANG! POW!

Gun shot noises suddenly went off. From in the house? No - outside. I tucked my head under Lucas's arms, and rocked myself inside him, with my pile of leftovers just a few feet away. Soon, Lucas will wake up and everything will be okay. I will be in his living room, laughing at his funny punny jokes, and he'd be making me hot chocolate. 

Mike jumped, and instantly peaked out the front door window. "Holy shit."

Sharron ran behind him and looked out the window. "What the hell?"

I was to weak to even look up. Instead, I rocked myself in Lucas's limp body. I took his hand in mine, and squeezed it. Hopefully to get a squeez back like before. Someone had banged on the door, and I saw back shadows sliding across the walls from outside.
( take the time out to VOTE right now . this is about to get JUICY!) 

* ~ L O G A N ~ *

 I took all the might I had and swung on the door like it was Mike's face, adding a dent intside the wood . I saw him peak, followed by that back stabbing bitch. Ghost stood behind me, followed by many of the gang . They were strapped with many weapons . Me? All I needed was my fist and mixed martial arts abilities . 

"OPEN UP!" Ghost roared. "No need to hide now!"
The squad surrounded the house like SWAT team. We had five MS-13s out in the backyard, posted along with the L.A Bloods. The Queen Street Bloods told us they had our back, and they meant it. They were posted right behind Ghost and I. Justin and his Supreme team had spreaded out throught the house, being watchful for those who had the nerve to sneak out the house. This was twenty-five gang members already. Thought we were done? Think again. The Elm Street Pirus were out right of the house, already pick locking the windows. The Midtown Family Bloods kept their distance, just in case there was a shooting that needed to take place. I didnt want it to get that far, but if Buzz did want to take it that far, we'll be ready to take it even farther. Here were were, over forty-five gang bangers covering this entire house - head to toe - ready to cause havoc that was already set to be reeked.  We had Buzz by suprise. For once, he was caught off gaurd.
"OPEN UP!" I yelled.
Ghost shook his head and scooted around me. Suddenly, he stiffened his broad shoulder up and gave the door  huge impact, causing it to break at the hinges. All of us wasted no time to pour in the house. Havoc was about to be set. Brianna sat in the car across the street, save. 
The first thing I looked for as bodies pushed passed me, and yells outdrew, I spotted my sister. What came across my eyes sent a long and cold shiver down my spine - cold sweats on the spot. Nightmares for months.

"Owh God." I dropped the small items I had in my hand, and covered my mouth. I couldn't get the words out. What I saw was Alexis inside of Lucas's dead body, rocking on him, starring into blank space. I couldn't.
I ran over to her and got to my knees. I placed to fingers on Lucas's pale neck to confirm my theory - and it was true. Lucas wasn't breathing.
"Alexis," I tapped her. "We need to get out of here."
"Not without Lucas, Logan."
"Alexis - "
"Not without Lucas, not without Lucas!" She said over and over and over again, in this horrid and tearing tone. I picked her up, and dragged her out the house. She screamed, and struggled to get out my arms. She raked at my body and face, but it barely rocked me. I kept moving, until I was safe out the house while gun shots went off in the house. I carried my sister to the car, and checked her out. Brianna made room and looked over her as well. "Owh my Lord. What did they do to her?"
I shrugged, caressing her shivering and shocked body. "Brass knuckles? It looks like. Drive her to the hospital." 
Brianna nodded and started the car. "Don't come back here."
"Please, be safe." Brianna's eyes met both of mine, carefully. 
I was going to come home alive. I had too. "It won't be easy, but I will. Take care of my sister. I'm about to deal with this low life ass hole."
I was done holding back. I was done holding it down. I was done running. This dude was getting his life handed to him.

I marched back in that house, but this time I slide a butterfly pocket knife out my pocket. I reached the door, and opened to complete and utter caos. Gun shots racing around, gun powder, and yelling guys. Punches were being thrown, and even kicks. 
I looked around the house for my one target. That mother fucker who started all of this. Buzz? Yeah him too, but the core of this bullshit. Sharron. I was putting an end to this. For good.