True P.O.V

I continued to drive towards me and Kyle's special place. It was a small shop, but then again ever shop in this town is small. But Luckies wasn't like the other small burger joints. The people there were nice and sweet. They knew me and Kyle personally at this point.

They're really nice people if I must say so myself.

By the time we were two blocks away, Kyle was jumping on the bike with excitement. Did I ever mention Kyle is crazy?

No, I probably didn't. Poor me.

Poor me? Oh, I thought that because I'm stuck with Kyle. Forever. My life is such a sad book tale.

When I eventually parked Kyle had already jumped off my bike, before I put in the pack which is really unsafe, and ran towards the doors with a large smile on his face. To think he's only doing this to mess with his boyfriend.

I could almost laugh about that too, the look on Luke's face when Kyle gets back is going to be priceless.

I shake my head as I climb off the bike and walk into Luckies, a smile breaking onto my face as well. Kyle was already talking to Keshia, the owner's niece who we've both gotten to know very well. The owner knew the way we swung sexually and he didn't care. He's such a nice man.

Keshia waved when I walked in, a grin bursting onto her already cheerful face. I wish I was always that cheerful, it would be a serious change. Cause you know, I have crippling depression and a somewhat of an anxiety issue. But whatever.

Kyle had ordered for me. I wasn't poor or anything, but he had the mafia's money to back him up, I didn't, my older brother Chris had our dad's money so did all my younger siblings did as well. I made my own money, I didn't use the dirty money, like Chris and twins; though the twins don't know that.

I knew Kyle was being followed, Luke probably ordered them to follow Kyle. At least I hope those are Luke's people, I'd hate to find out that people were out to hurt Kyle, or even myself. Though who'd be after me, I'm nobody. My father doesn't exactly show people picture's of me with pride, not that he has any pictures of me. He has a lot of pictures of my siblings, especially of the twins and Bryan. Mostly Bryan, his favorite next to Chris.

I honestly can't explain the pain of when I'm actually with my family and people ask why there watching me, why they are babysitting someone else's kid and guess what, my parents don't correct them. I can't correct them, the last time someone said that to my parents they glared at me; a warning. To keep my mouth shut.

I laughed at what Kyle said, he himself was laughing up a storm, what about I don't even know. His jokes aren't funny it's more of the after-effect that is funny. People will turn and stare at us with disgust, yeah his jokes are kinda dirty. I remember one time we were in the park and Kyle said the most disturbing thing I've ever heard and a woman came over, smacked him, and said that her innocent Christian kids didn't need to hear that...that no one needed to hear that, ever!

That was funny when it happened. I had laughed my heart out as Kyle caressed his cheek in pain from the woman's slap.

Our food came out a couple seconds later, we got faster service cause we knew the owner, and we thanked the server, Tony my girl-friend, she's a girl, whose's my friend, and she walked off with a large grin on her face. Honestly, we don't hang out with Tony enough.

I look down at my order, a double-stack cheeseburger, a small frie, and a vanilla milkshake. Yummy!

I slurped the vanilla milkshake down before bitting into the burger which tasted awesome. Kyle looked over to me, a grin on his face. I had to grin back, he was one of the few things I lived for, these moments I felt normal. I'd savor them until I died, forever.

Kyle looked back over to Keshia and grinned at her. Kyle was closer to Keshia than I was. Hell, he was closer to the human kind than I was.

I ate my burger, only entering the conversation when they directly asked me something. But that was normal for me. I wasn't very social, probably from years of being silenced and hid in the shadow of my family. To everyone else, they saw my family as perfect and then they saw me, the imperfection. They were wrong, though. My family was the imperfect not me.

"True, what's going on at school?" Keshia asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look over to her, putting on a small smile. I refused to fake a grin.

"It's okay," I reply, she narrows her eyes at me. Keshia knew about the bullying but she hardly ever brought it up. It seemed like this was going to be one of the moments she brought it up.

"How's the . . . bullying?" Keshia asked cautiously. I wince slightly at the thought of Union punching me into a locker. I thought I had been subtle but nothing got past Keshia. She frowned. She was probably hurt that I lied to her but still. I'd find some way to deal with it.

I would go to my brother, but he wouldn't care. My parents wouldn't either. The school won't do shit. I only trusted four people. Kyle, Claire, Bryan, and Karin. I lived for those people. I wouldn't count Keshia because we hardly saw her. Karin promised to keep my medical reports secret unless I attempt or die. I expected her to stick to that promise.

"True..." Keshia started but I cut her off.

"Can we talk about something else?" I ask quietly. Kyle sighs before perking up and talking about Luke. Geez, my boy is whipped. We spent our time laughing and enjoying each other's company.

I and Kyle said our goodbyes and walked out of Luckies with smiles on our faces. And then I'm reminded that we're being followed.

It made me feel better to see a black car, a car that obviously belonged to Alister's men. Kyle sighed, obviously knowing that Luke had sent it. And speaking of the devil, Luke himself popped out of the car, smirking at Kyle with a cheeky smirk. Oh, oh Kyle's going to be sore tomorrow. How'd I known? Kyle always forgave Luke. I don't know why but he always did. And Luke can't keep it in his pants. He's lucky he hasn't cheated, or I would have pulled my gun out on that boy, regardless of who he is.

I see Kyle hide a smile. Oh yeah. Kyle's totally gonna be sore. And I'm gonna laugh at him because I so called it.

Luke, frowned at me slightly at me but returned grinned at Kyle. Oh, shit that boy is smitten for my friend. He just better not hurt Kyle. He gave his virginity to Luke, something Luke can never give Kyle back. I am happy to say I'm still a virgin. I won't spread my legs for anyone but the one. I'm not the kind of person to go out and give sex to a random person. I know my brother goes to parties and come's back smelling of sex and alcohol, or he simply doesn't come home that night.

Kyle turns back to me, his face turning slightly red. Aww, he's embarrassed before lip saying, 'You gonna be okay?' I nod my head at Kyle. Lipping back, 'Have fun.' I smirk at him. Turning a brighter red than before Kyle leaned over and punched my arm in a friendly way.

I wave goodbye, watching Kyle get into the car first, Luke holding the door gentlemen like. Before Luke closes the door he looks over to me, a classic hate smirk on his face.

'Treat my best-friend right' I smirk back winking suggestingly, and Luke's reaction was glorious. I mentally high-fived myself.

I waited patiently for the black car to drive away. When it does, my smile drops. I purposely leave my motorcycle. I wanted to figure out if someone was following me or Kyle. If they were following Kyle, then I'd talk to Luke or Alister.

Probably Alister.

I walked at a natural pace to avoid suspicion if I was, in fact, being followed needed to act normal.

It took me 4 blocks to realize I was, in fact, being followed. I sigh to myself before continuing my natural pace and turning down into an alley, an abanded alley at that.

I sighed before turning around to see three guys, wearing suits and holding guns. Ahh, some mafia soldiers. Bet they're after dad or out to get revenge on my brother or father.

"Sorry brat, this isn't your fault. Blame your dad." The biggest guy said cocking his gun before pointing it at my face. I sigh at this, counting how many steps it would take to reach these guys.

4 steps.

That doable. The gun goes off. I dodge the bullet, taking the three steps and snapping the gun out of his hand and slamming it against his head.

The guy drops to the ground with a thud and the other two snap their guns up to point it at me. I slam my foot into the guy on the left guy's chest. He stumbles into the concrete wall of the building, which was a small subway in the middle of no-where.

The guy on the right was momentarily frozen and I took that to my advantage.

I lifted my fist and slam it into his nose, blood instantly gushing out. I take his shock of the moment and slamming my knee into his crotch. I slammed my knee into his crotch pretty hard because he dropped to his knee's, a single, lonely tear sliding out his eye before falling on his side. I turn back to the guy I kicked in the chest, to see him trying to get back on his feet, and slammed my leg into his head. His eyes bulge before he fell to the ground unconscious.

Looking over my work I nod dusting my pants off. I go to the guy I knee in the crotch, lift his head and look at him.

"Blame my dad for what? He hates me. I think you went after the wrong son. My dad wouldn't give two shits about me dying," I say dropping his face back down. "Go back to your boss and tell him you failed. Bye!" I say walking away with a small smile.

I could hear their groans, which told me the other two were getting back up. Not really wanting to stick around people who just threatened my life, I ran back to Luckies, getting on my bike before starting my engine, driving to a place I would feel less safe than I did in that alley, with three guys, pointing guns to my face.