True P.O.V

2 a.m

I am so pissed at my family. I mean- you don't tell your son you're going to New York and ask your siblings what they want. Am I get anything? No!

How fucked up is that? And to make it worse Chris just forced me to go get him some mountain dew from that small gas station about 5 miles away and guess what? He has my motorcycles keys. So I'm having to walk. It's simply fucked up. I don't even like driving in this neighborhood, let alone walk. Too many gangs, and mafias and shit. To dangerous. But noooooooo! My brother desperately needs mountain dew at 2 in the morning!

What sane person wakes they're SLEEPING brother and forcefully make him go buy you mountain dew with his well-earned money. Yeah, my other siblings may get an allowance but I don't. I make my money by fixing cars and bikes. I like fixing and tampering with my bike.

I walk in complete silence. I would listen to music but in this neighborhood, you need to be able to hear your surrounding. Never know when someone's running up behind you unless you listen for them.

I would prefer if I wasn't mugged this morning thank you very much.

I continue to walk. I don't hear anything until it was too late. I was yanked back by my carelessly thrown on a hoodie. I crash onto the concrete ground, landing on my arse.

Ow.....

I look up to see two buff looking gang members. Ohhhh shit.

"Look, Stevie, it's Chris's bratty little brother isn't it?" One of them asks. The other groans.

"Stevie? Really? And yes Maxie I think it is Chris's little brother." The one called 'Stevie' says.

"Maxie remember when Christin stole 500 from us? Our week's drug money gone in an instant-" I gulp. Chris stole money? "-you remember that?" The one called 'Stevie' asks.

'Maxie' nods. "Yes, Stevie I remember that very well. Chris stole a lot from us." 'Maxie' looked down at me, pitiful me on the ground, and smirked at me. "Looks like little brothers going to get the punishment." 'Maxie' says.

Stevie walks up kicking me in the lower stomach. Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk. That hurt. Those are some good quality boots. I'm so pitiful.

Stevie continues to kick until the other one, Maxie, come back with two shards of glass. My eyes were already wide when Maxie knelt next to me.

"Blame this on you brother." He whispers quietly. That's when he jammed the longer, sharper shard of glass all the way through my leg. I know I yelled out in pain that moment. A rough hand clamped over my mouth, muting the sound completely.

"Hush little baby, wouldn't want playtime to be ended so soon, would we?" Stevie asks. I give him no response. I couldn't very well speak and no way was I moving my head.

Maxie took this as a sigh to continue and slammed the other shard of glass, a strange one with the shards on the inside of, deep shards and slammed in on my stomach. I couldn't yell, but I could cry. The tears fell, silently.

I felt a warm substance drip down my stomach and left leg. Blood.

I wouldn't be able to hide this like the bruises on my body, no these were wounds, wounds bleed. Wounds are hard to hide.

The tear continues to fall. The hand remains over my mouth.

Maxie snaps his finger in front of my face.

"Your very beautiful you know this right? We ever catch you in this part of town again you ain't getting away. Watch yourself." Maxie says before letting go of my chin. Stevie's hand drops from my mouth and I curl up into the most comfortable position I can with glass in my stomach and left leg.

I cry for a minute then call Kyle when I know those two guys are gone. He answers instantly.

"True? Whats wrong?" He asks worried sounding.

I don't know....something's definitely broken though.....I dunno Ky." I admit. I felt... bad. It felt my stomach was burning and I refused to look at my leg. I had nearly made the mistake earlier and nearly vomited. I was never good at dealing with my OWN blood. Other people's blood and I'm fine, my own...no, just no.

Kyle asked where I was and I told him. I remained in my curled position on the cold pavement ground. I hope Chris doesn't get mad that I can't get his mountain dew.... Why the fuck am I thinking about Chris? This is his fuckin fault. You should know better than to steal from gangs.

I know our father is a gun dealer but still. Yeah, I know about our fathers chosen career. The career he thinks only mom and Chris know about. I do. I figured it out before little Chris did. I know how to use guns and defend my self. Sort of, if you try me I can attack back. Those guys just caught me off guard, that's all.

I think I dozed off because the next thing I know is Kyle is driving a motorcycle. What?