The Chain of Vengence

This is a story that I wrote. It's not all that great, but I am a freshman in highschool so don't be too harsh!

Chapter 1

             “Here.”  Says Mallory. “What is this?” I ask. Im confused. My little cousin just randomly gives me a paper and expects me to read it, okay, sure.Then she cuts my thought process of.- “Just read it, It’s a poem.” She says. “Fine.”  I hiss with sarcasm. Never have I ever met such a diva. I look down, it’s torn here and there its wrinkled, like it has been folded a thousand different ways, a thousand different times. I notice it has a title:  Jexavier I’m sorry.  

The title kind of worries me, so I take a deep breath and start to read:

 

       Jexavier I’m Sorry.

I was all alone, daddy wasn’t home, he said he wouldn’t be out to long.

Then someone opened the door I heard footsteps on the floor I was shaking strait to the core.

Then standing there I couldn’t help but stare; was a man who just didn’t seem to care.

Then he came toward me , I said no don’t please, and he hurt me in ways I didn’t know I could be.

Then daddy walked in. He said get the f**k away from my kid.Then the scary man shot daddy right in the head.

Then I started to scream. The man decided to leave. I just sat there and watched my daddy bleed.

Then I began to cry, I just watched my daddy die. I didn’t know what to do so I made up the lie.

The lie is what I told you. I know that you’re gonna be hurt because what I told you wasn’t true.

And Jexavier I’m sorry, I know that lying was past your boundary, but Jexaiver forgive me. I was put through things no 13 year old should be.

I thought maybe you’d understand. I need some help, I need a hand. ‘Cause every night I see the man, he is how the pain began.

I know I’m saying this again. You’re my cousin and a friend, I love you to the very end.

Jexavier I’m sorry.

I look up “Mallory, What is this?” I ask again as if I didn’t just read it. “The truth”, says Mallory. “You are literally holding my biggest secret in your hands.” I take a big breath. “Where you raped?” I ask infuriated.  I’ll kill ‘em  I think to myself. I swear to God I’ll kill ‘em. There’s tears in her eyes. She’s hurting. Silence. Nothing. No moving, no speaking, it doesn’t even sound like she’s breathing. Just silence. It tares at me, riping my insides apart. Why isn’t she answering my question?  “Mallory” I whisper. “YES”! She finally gasps. I think she was holding her breath because she’s breathing heavy and she’s just sitting there. “Who”? I ask angrily. “W-what”? She stutters. “Who did it to you Mallory!?!?” I yell. She looks inflamed, her eyes are swimming with anger and hatred. I know that the hatred’s not toward me, but it still hurts. “I DON’T KNOW!” She screams. “I don’t F*****g know okay? I never seen his face again.” I don’t know what to do. God help me, what do I do? I’m not equipt for this. I’m 16 years old why, out of all people, why does she trust me with this information? “So you’re telling me this poem, or whatever, is the truth? You’re saying that there was no break in? That you were raped? And then your rapist killed your father?” I don’t want to believe it. It hurts me, oh my God I don’t want to believe it. “Yes.” Whispers Mallory. Then I question her. Question after question. “Do you remember anything else? Any little detail? Maybe his clothes or something? His voice? Any little thing can make a difference Mallory.” I can tell she’s thinking hard. Then she says slowly “Well, his clothes had initials on them, K.A. or somthing. And...well, there was one other thing...when daddy came in and yelled at the guy, the guy said “Too late now”. I could never forget the way he said it. It made me sick. After what he did to me, he says that? I think that’s what hurts me the most. The fact that he said that to me.” Then she cries. Sobbing, and as she’s sobbing I get hit with a sudden realisation. I have to find Mallory’s rapist. I will find Mallory’s rapist. And when I do, I’ll kill ‘em.

Chapter 2

It’s been two years since Mallory told me she was raped. I’ve almost got it figured out. Mallory helped me figure most of it out. Of course she didn’t know she was helping me out. She doesn’t want to find the rapist. She said it would bring up too much pain, too many bad memories. She said she never wants to see his face again, which is completely understandable. From what she’s told me so far it was a member of the K.A. which would make perfect sense. K.A stands for Killa-Army. It’s a gang here in the Bronx. My father and Mallory’s father, (who are brothers) were in B.M. ; Bloody-Millitary. Killa-Army and Bloody-Millitary have some serious history. They used to do “buisness” together until our fathers fucked up a huge drug deal about 5 years ago. They were supposed to deliver 30,000 dollars worth of heroine to K.A. but got caught by the FED’s. Luckily, they both escaped. K.A was pissed, and they were so thirsty for vengeance that about a year later, they killed my father. I was there, I witnessed it all first hand. My father told me to get under the bed just before they bursted through his bedroom door. He told me to stay under the bed until I was 100% sure they were gone and thats what I did. That was the last promise I made to my father and honestly I kind of regret keeping it. I could of disobeyed him and let them kill me. I wouldn’t be sufforing, missing him. But at the same time, if I would have done that, there would be no one here for Mallory. No one out there trying so despratly hard to find her rapist the way I am. Mallory moved in with me. It’s cramped in our two bedroom apartment. There’s me, my brother Carlos, my mother, and now Mallory. Mallory shares a room with my mom, and I share a room with Carlos. I know Mallory’s uncomfortable in our house but she has nowhere else to go. I love her and I can’t just leave her out on the streets, she’s family, you don’t do that to family. She’s still hurting. It’s been 3 years and she’s still hurting. I don’t understand. I talk to her about it almost every day. I don’t think I help much. When I look at her I want to cry I feel her pain, it seeps through her veins into the air then into my lungs. Knowing how much she’s hurting makes me hate stronger than ever. Hate the man that did those horable things to my baby cousin.Makes me want him dead even more, I will kill him, I promise you I will kill him. I haven’t been able to get those words out of my head though. It’s been three years, but I can’t help but feel like those words are important. “Too late now.” Those words are cruel. I will get my vengeance.

     “You hungry?” Mallory asks me. “Ya. Whatchu cooking?” Mallory can’t cook for s**t, but I’m hungry and I’d eat just about anything. “I didn’t know throwing chicken nuggets in the microwave was considered cooking.” She always has smart a*s remarks “ It is when you’re the one doing it. Microwaving is your specialty. It’s better then when you actually try” I say, while I snicker to myself. Next thing you know she hits me in the head with a paper plate. “Oww!” That was unexpected. “What do you want to drink? I’m going to the store.”
               “Uh, Sprite? Please.” I don’t know if I should let her go by herself. “K” was her quick reply.

               “I’m gonna watch you through the window ok?” I tell her. I take a quick glance out the window and notice that it’s pretty dark and that there’s a lot of guys out there. “Why?” She questions me. She knows me too well, she knows somethings up. “It’s just kind of dark outside thats all.” I try to make myself sound convincing. She looks at me up and down as if she can pluck every hidden thought out of my mind if she glares at me hard enough. Then after what feels like forever she says “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and walks out the door. I go toward the window and notice a few of the guys are staring at her. They better leave her alone. I think to myself. One word to her and I swear -      Too late. S**t.

             Then it begins to ring in my head over and over and over. “Hey sexy! Why don’t you bring your sweet little a*s over here for some lovin?!”  I busted through the door before I finished thinking about it. Next thing I know I’m in his face. “Leave her the f**k alone!”

“Who are you to be getting up in my face?As if you know -”  I just swung. I don’t need to hear this guys bullshit. My fist hurts. S**t, maybe I shouldn’t of hit my hardest on the first swing. Mallory’s already screaming at me to stop. all this guys buddies are jumping up on me now i think i knocked him out hes on the floor with his eyes closed. His nose is definitely broken. I’m blacking out, I can’t black out. I can’t, I have to snap out of it. For Mallory. I can’t get arrested I have to be here for Mallory. The next thing you know I’m on the ground, Mallory’s crying above me. I hear there footsteps on the ground there running away from me. I’m in pain. I  probably broke about five ribs seeing as how bad the pain is. S**t it hurts. My hand is bleeding from when I punched that dick head in the face. You have to get up! You have to! Shes relying on you!! I think to myself.  I get up and walk to the door dizzy and weak and in lots of pain. Mallory’s saying something to me but my pain is blocking out the sound, not letting me hear anything, not letting me listen.I get in the house clean myself up a little and lay down in complete pain. Ignoring Mallory’s worried shouts and obnoxious bands on the door. And slowly  fall asleep dreading what’s going to happen when I wake up.   

The fact that I’m in so much pain, is the first thing I notice  when I wake up.  I look outside , its bright out there. I had to have fell asleep around 7 last night after the fight. I glance quickly at the clock, and do a double take it says 11:37. AM?  I ask myself. Mom has to be home by now. I wonder if Mallory told her about the fight? No, she couldn’t have. Mom would have woke me up to question me about it. I get up and i feel dizzy and weak. I’m in so much pain. I cant go to the hospital though, they’ll arresst me for fighting.I’m 19 now.Thats fine though. I’ve had broken ribs before and didn’t go to the hospital, I survived. Plus, when I did that I had broken five. I think I only broke about 2 this time.  Im so dizzy, but I have to go get some Ibuprofen. The moment I walk out of my bedroom Mallory, and my mom are yelling at me. I  hear my mom say  something like “ -not even a text-” But I’m trying to block her out,I’m trying to listen to Mallory “Those were just a bunch of dumb asses from school!!” My mom gets louder ,so I yell “Shut up ma!” I yell. “Mallory,continue.” I say as calmly as posible.

“ I was just saying that those guys were just a bunch of jerks that I go to school with.There was no need for violence.” she says so calmly that it would make you want to shake some sence into her. “Seriously?” I say. “ Are you f*****g serious Mallory? They were treating you like a f*****g dog! You are not a f*****g dog! You are a human being! You are a woman! You deserve some f*****g respect.Come on Mallory aren’t you sick of men treating you like an object? You’re not a thing you are a who. Your body should be a grand prize that only someone speacial can lay there hands on.  They deserved more then what they got. They barly got hurt. Dumb asses like that shouldnt be given a second chance Mallory,they shouldnt be alive.” Silence. My whole life has been chaos and drama, and...silence. After all the pain and the trauma, we’re rewarded with a short period of silence. And yet again, at this moment, right now, more silence. Then she apologizes “Jexavier, I’m sorry. I’m really-”

“Stop. Just stop Mallory. There is literally nothing that you did wrong, those guys were a******s and they got what they deserved, thats the end of it.” I walk away leaving my mom dumbfounded, and Mallory feeling guilty for something that she couldn’t prevent. I walk to the bathroom, open the cabnit grab the ibuprofin. I take it to the kitchen with me, Im kind of hungry but I dont want to eat. Im just not in the mood. So I grab the milk out of the fridge, put an ibuprofin on my tounge and take a big gulp out of the gallon of milk. No cup just a sip out of the jug its self, to lazy to pour a glass. I close my eyes take a deep breath. You just have to relax. I say to my self, I open my eyes, put the milk back in the fridge and go back to my room, taking the ibuprofin with me. I sit on my bed and look up at my closet. Mallory would kill me if she knew what I have in there. I get up and open the second drawr to my dresser. I put my hand in to the back, left corner and pull out a key. The second drawr, not the first, or the last, those are the first place people would look, theyŕe not stupid,theyve seen movies.  The key is to the closet. I have to keep it locked, I know how nosiey my mom and Mallory are. They cant help it. They just have to creep around making sure no ones up to anything. I unlock the closet then look at my bedroom door. I slowly walk over and lock it, I dont want anyone to walk in. Not while I’m in there. I trudge back to the closet, I’m still in pain. I grab the doorhandle and open it slowly. While I walk in, I flick the lightswitch on then close the door behind me. Its a small space, but big for being a closet. There’s a desk with a chair pushed in, papers scattered all over the place, its messy. There’s a cork board, a huge one with newspapers tacked all over the place, different rape cases from different members of the K.A. Theres a small file cabnit holding information on a bunch of different men. I have to keep this hidden. Mallory would kill me. She told me a million times she doesn’t want to find her rapist. But i dont care, I just have to keep this from her. I’ll find her rapist. I promise.

                        Chapter 3

It was hard to fall asleep last night.  I was in pain and alls I was thinking about was Mallory. I walked her to school this morning, half of me we hoping those d****e  bags from yesterday would show up, the other half was scared that they would because im in so much pain. Nothing happend though. Mallory said that they’re the type of guys who skip all the time anyways. I could of figured that out myself though,not rocket science. But I shouldn’t be talking because I never graduated myself. Moms always nagging me to get a GED and get a job to help out the family. But how could I do that? I’m spending all my time on finding the dumbass who decided to rape my little cousin and kill my uncle. Right now I’m in the closet. I don’t like that “the closet” it makes me seem like I’m gay and too scared to come out. I think I should give it a name, something simple, like “safespace” or something. Ya, I like that “SafeSpace.” I’m in the SafeSpace right now,doing more researching, more looking into things. I keep looking up at my cork board, at the poem Mallory gave me. I’ve kept it since she gave it to me. Right next to it is the words that Mallory remembers too well, the “Too late now”. I wrote it down so that I would  never forget it. But I’ve said it over and over in my head so many times that I think I can hear the rapist himself saying it to me. The words ring in my head bouncing off my skull, driving me insane. Oh god I can’t stop looking.  I think to myself, I need to find him. I know already where the K.A’s crew stays at. I’ve always known. But how stupid would it be for a 19 year old, who’s dead father was in B.M, to show up at the K.A’s corner. I’d be dead before they think twice about it. Thats why I have to find him. So that I can kill him myself, when he’s alone, without anyone there to stop me.

It’s been 5 hours? Already? I’ve been doing so much organizing in the SafeSpace I didn’t even realize that Mallory should be home soon. I should go pick her up from the bus stop. I get up push in my chair, and grab my jacket. I lock the door behind me as soon as I walk out the closet and put the key in my second drawr like always. While walking to Mallorys bus stop I see a group of guys on the other side of the road. I stop and try to look casual, but I know how stupid I must look, and take my phone out and pretend to be texting. I look up every so often. I do this alot, try to listen in on peoples conversations. I try to hear if they should be suspects. I notice that they have the K.A jackets on and I decide right then to take a picture. So I slowly point the camera on my phone toward them when one of them looks up. S**t!

“Hey!” “Get over here!” He yells. Then they start running after me. I’m smart enough not to head home, so I head to the woods. It’s only like 3 blocks away. I hear there shouts.This isn’t my first time getting caught. I’ve done this before, I know exactly where I’m going. I take a left and I see it there just ahead of me. The tree’s, the grass, my sanctuary. My savior. I’m coming. I burst through the bushes, and take in the sent of nature. The moist air smells of dirt. It’s different from the rough New York air. This is one of the only patches of nature here in the Bronx. I feel my feet pounding into the soft earth below me, I take a left, then a right, taking sharp turns. I hear there shouts dieing away. I’m too fast for them. They’re distent. I can barly hear them. I slow down but don’t stop entirly. I feel my heart pounding, about to beat out of my cheast. S**t, I was supposed to pick up Mallory. I finally feel safe enough to stop completly. I sit on the wet ground, breathing heavily, God I have broken ribs and I’m still running around like a crazy person. I wait a while to catch my breath. Then I take out my phone to look at the picture I took. Surprisingly It came out great. I sigh and think to myself Was it really worth it? Ya it was. One more face to add to my files. I wait about half an hour then head home.

“Where were you?” Mallory asks me as soon as I walk through the door. “I was...out” I mutter looking not at her but in her general direction.

“Oh, wow I thought for sure that you would have been waiting at my bus stop like the creep that you are.” She replies. “Ha ha very fu-” She cuts me off  “Wait, why are you so sweaty?”

I wipe my face and look at my hand. Then reply “Oh well, I went out for a jog...Why do you care anyways?” She looks at me like I just said the dumbest thing in the world. “ Because I don’t want you doing anything stupid. I know you Jexavier, I know you like the back of my hand. “       Uhhhh….No you don’t.  I  think to myself. You know nothing about me. “Ya. I know you do.” I tell her and give her a fake little half smile. “Well I’m hungry. You want some mac n’ cheese?” I ask Mallory. “Eww mac n’ cheese? Why?” she complains.

“Because mac n’ cheese is the BEST!” I reply

“Whatever” she says under her breath. Then, as if she didn’t say anything, she says “Ya, sure.” Then she rolls her eyes, and walks away.

The first thing that i did when i walked into my room was go into the SafeSpce. I printed the picture of the K.A out from my phone. I made a new file, with todays date on it and placed the picture in there. I titled the file chaster like the other few in which they chased me. I have 60 different files. They’re all K.A members, that I seen on the street. only about 47 of them include pictures. others just very detailed descriptions of the person or people who were there at the time.  I’m pretty organized. I just don’t know how any of this helps me find the guy I’m looking for. I know that alot of information is good, but does this information really help me? I think I’m going crazy. All I ever think about is the rapist. I have to find the rapist, I have to find the rapist, I have to find the rapist, I have to find the rapist, I have to find the f*****g rapist! I’m driving myself crazy. Saying it to myself over and over again.

“Jex?” I hear Mallory through the closet door. S**t. S**t, s**t, s**t.  She’s in my room. Why wouldn’t she knock? Or maybe she did knock. Maybe I just didn’t hear her. I begin to panic. What do I do? I quietly get up, turn off the light, and hold my breath. I stand perfectly still.

“Jexavier?” She says again. “Huh.” She huffs “ I must be losing my damn mind. I could of sworn he was here.” she says quietly to herself. Then she walks out.

Holy s**t that was close. Am I breathing again? Or am I still holding my breath? I don’t even know. I don’t understand why she didnt knock on my bedroom door. Well, at least she didnt try to open the closet. That was way too close.

                       Chapter 4

“Jexavier, I went into your room earlier andyou weren’t there.” Says Mallory. I thought about it while I was in my room. And I decided to pretend i was in the bathroom “What? When?” I ask, as if I don’t know what shes talking about.

“Uh...About an hour ago.” she utterd while looking at the clock. “Well, I was here so you’re going crazy...Oh, wait! I went to the bathroom earlier. Maybe thats when you came to check on me.” I reply. “Oh, ya, probably.” She agrees, half mindedly. She’s out of it. Whats wrong with her? She’s looking out the window, and biting her lip. She only does that when she’s nervous. “Mallory?” I ask. No reply. She stays staring out the window and biting her nails. “Mallory, what’s wrong?” this time I ask it louder, it sounds more like a demand then a question, I put my hand on her shoulder, and instantly she brushes it off. She looks at me, she has tears in her eyes. Then she hugs me, and starts to cry. I would feel awkwared if it was anyone ealse but this happens so much, im emune to the uncomfertableness of it all. “What happend Mallory? Talk to me.

                 “The-the girls at school!” She gasps. “They threa-threatend  me! They t-told me that th-they were going t-to jump me!”

She stays on my shoulder, crying. Damn, I can’t do anything about this. I cant hit a girl. I think to myself.

I try to calm her down, “Okay Mallory, shhh...its okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”  

“Jexavier, they’re outside.” She sobs. I look out the window and theres a group of girls about five of them. They are all tall but theyre all really skinny. “ Mallory, you could take them.” I say calmly.

“No i can’t! Ive seen them fight. They could kill me!” She shouts. i look out the window again, there just standing there, as if theyre waiting for her. Thats gotta be what there doing. Waiting for her. “ Mallory, I got this.” i tell her.

I go outside and walk up to the girls. “Jexavier, no,just come back its not worth it!. I can handle it. I was over reacting okay?” she souts.

“ Relax! I’m just gonna talk to them.” i shout back.

They look at me and one of them asks “ You know Mallory?” Shes got green eyes and thick black curly hair. If she thinks I know Mallory and has enough nerv to talk to me about her then this got to be the “leader” of the pack. The leader is always the dumb one who doesnt think twice about s**t.  I figured inviting them over would make them feel really stupid. And I’ll find a way to add a little insult in there somehow.

“Ya, actually I do ,shes my little cousin, and she lives with me. and I acctually came out here to ask you guys if you wanted to come inside instead of sitting out here looking through our window like a bunch of little creeps.”

“Uh. No thanks. We’ll just go...uh...thanks, bye.” The leader says.

“Ok sute youreself.” I say then I turn around and walk back toward the hows.  “come on girls, lets go.” I hear the girl say from behind me.

                    “ What did they say?” Mallory asks me anxiously as soon as I walk back into the house. “Nothing. I invited them inside,and they said no.” I reply.

                  “Wait. You did WHAT? You invited them in?! Jexavier, they threatend to jump me!” She shouts. “Ya. I know. But I also knew that they would say no.”

“Well what if they didn’t? What if they said yes? Huh?”  she says. Too late now. I think to myself. Wait what the f**k? Why did I just say that? I have to say something to her...“Well then we would have had to be very kind to our guests.” I say sarcasticly. She rolls her eyes “Whatever.” she says. I take a deep breath and go back to my room.  Too late now? Really? Has it really gotten to this point? Whats wrong with me? The moment I walk into my room I grab the key to the SafeSpace from my secret spot, and unlock the closet door. I walk in and close and lock the door behind me. Today was a crazy day. While taking a seat in the chair, I look up at my coark board and think to my self Wow. It’s been 3 years and I still feel like I havent found anything, how is it that after 3 years I only have suspects, it doesn’t hel- Then cutting off my thought process, I hear knocking on my closet door. “Jexavier?” Asks Mallorys voice. “What are you doing in there?”    Oh my God. What do I do? This is the second time!

“Uhhh...Nothing.” I say even though I know its such an idiotic answer to such a wonderful question. I know my answer won’t please her, but the truth wouldn’t either. So Ima go with this and see what happens.

“That doesn’t make much sence.” she snickered. “What are you doing you weirdo?!” She knocks again.

“Nothing!” I say again. She laughs Its not funny. God, just...go away. I think to myself.

“Nobody sits in there closet for nothing.” She says. “Wait...I might not wanna know what youre doing. ewww oh god never mind I’ll leave you at peace.” she says then starts cracking up. and i hear her foot steps grow slightly farther as she walks to my bedroom door, and I hear the door close behind her. God why does she do that?! Twice in the same damn day! This girl is seriously too much. But I love her more then anything in the world...or else I wouldnt be going through this much trouble to find this prick. I sit back and think about my day. I run from K.A’s, scare abunch of teenage girls, and almost get caught TWICE by Mallory. Im beat. I get up and decide to go to bed its only 8:30 but im tired. I do my process of locking the door to the SafeSpace, and hiding the key in the second drawr. Then I lay in bed and dream of a world where Mallory was safe and still has her inocents.

                     Chapter 5

I wake up from a beautiful dream, to a horribal nightmare. ¨Mallory! Get out of there!¨

I shout. Shes in the SafeSpace! Why is she in the SafeSpace?!  I get up and run in there with her.

“Get out of here!” I yell.  I look at her and see that shes crying. She looks at me and shakes her head with her eyes filled with tears and and a few running down her cheeks.

“Why would you do this? This is crazy Jexavier!” She shouts. Then she runs out of my room, and out of the front door. I follow her, running to keep up with her. Its crazy how fast a person can run when theyre upset.

“Where are you going?” I shout at her.

She ignores me and keeps running, taking turns randomly, I can’t figure out where shes heading. Maybe shes just running out of anger. Shes running, but not to an exact destination.

Right, straight, another right, straight.

Then a left, behind a building. “What the f**k?” i say out loud to myself. She bumped into some guys. Oh my god. Theyre K.A members. I recignise some of them.

“Mallory, lets got back home and talk.” I say to her shakily while im breathing heavy

“No” she spits at me. Then before I could answer her, a K.A member slaps her on the a*s “Damn baby, nice a*s.” He says to her while all his friends laugh around him.

“Get the f**k away from her!” I yell. If they touch her again I’ll flip. “And what are you gonna do about it kid?” The guy asks in a raspy voice. He sounds like he’s smoked for hid entire life, God his breath stinks. “ I’ll kill you.” I hiss at him. He laughs and pulls out a pistol. S**t. What do i do? Mine is at home, in the Safe space. “Try me kid.” he laughs. He grabs Mallory by the waist and pulls her closer to him and starts kissing on her neck, she’s fighting it but he has to much strength over her. I can’t hold back...I have to. I swing. Right in the jaw. He’s pissed. He pushes Mallory to the floor. “Don’t f*****g touch her-” I finish the sentance right befor he catches me with a right hook right into the sid of my head. S**t this guy hits hard. He points the gun to my head. “NOOO!” Mallory screams. She gets up and shoves me out of the way, the guy keeps the gun pointed at me. He looks at both of us like he’s thinking hard, and he turns the gun toward Mallory.

“Dont!” I yell at the top of my lungs. Then not even a second later-BAM! “Too late now.” the guy says. “NO!” I scream. She drops. The world stops. Wait, what did he just say? Oh my god. I can’t breath.

“It was you.” I whisper. Then he runs. He kills my uncle and raped my cousin and he runs. I want to chase after him but i cant. I cant move. I want to kill him but my feet wont let me go. Im glued here in this spot, standing over Mallorys dead body. I watch the blood seeping through her shirt, onto the concrete, it looks like a piece art work. A perfect shade of red, spilling from a beautiful, inacent creature. I begin to shake. How can such a horrible thing happen to such a sweet child. How can some one do something this horrible? I don’t understand. I’m still trying to take it all in, how? How can Mallory be dead. This is’nt right. Its not right. l’ll kill him. I swear to f*****g god Ill kill em. I kneel next to mallory and grab her hand. I close her eyes for her so shes at piece. I kiss her on her forehead, and lay on the cold ground next to her. I hold her body close to mine, i can feel the heat draining from her body already. I hold her body tightly and cry. I couldn’t protect her. The hatred that I felt for that man is nothing compared to the hatred I feel right now. So many emotions surging through me at once, the hatred, the guild the anger the sadness all of it. All of these feelings yet, I feel numb. And bitter. Like I’m not awake. I just lay here with my arms wrapped around her cold lifeless body. Crying. She’s an angel now. A beautiful innocent angel who is too young to belong to the heavens.

I could of saved her. I was right here. But the man was right…

Its too late now.

                     Chapter 6

Alls i see is the ambulance lights. Flashing. On and off. I hear the sirence but they sound muffled. I watch the medics place Mallory’s spiritless body on a gurny She looks so peaceful, almost like she were asleep. I wish she was. I wish that in a few hours she’ll wake up and walk around and just be Mallory.  

I remember hearing this thing once. I think Mallory told me…It was:

Life asked death “Why does everyone love me, and hate you?”

And death replied “Because You’re a beautiful lie, and I’m the painful truth.”

And the blood that still spills from underneath her light pink shirt, is the painful truth. She’s dead. My baby cousins dead.

                    Chapter 7

Its been a week since Mallory was killed. Her funeral was one of the worst things that Ive witnessed. Im ready to get my vengence. Ive always knew where the K.As hide out is. Its an old abandoned school, my father would talk about it to my mom when he was alive. He said that it was his old Junior High School.

I have everything ready to go. I have my pistol fully loaded. Im on my way to there hid out now. Its dark outside. Its a long walk but I'm to numb to care. I wish i were with my baby cousin again. Shes too young to be gone. Shes watching over me in heaven. I want to be with her. I know ill see her again one day.But this hurts, not having her here. Well, there it is. I say to myself. The K.A’s hide out is right in front of me.It looks like it could be abandond. But I know better then to think so. I’ll go in there kill the guy and leave. I dont care if I die trying. But I will kill him. For Mallory. I walk up to the building, and open the door. The handle is cold. the door creaks as i open it. I walk in and I'm surprised by the fact that nobodys in the hallway, being look out. I look up and down the hall, double checking that no ones there. Where would they be? I have to make sure I dont just walk into any serious business.

Wait. Why the f**k do I care? this guy killed Mallory. I’ll walk in on anything, as long as he dies.

I can hear voices,but I can’t tell what direction they're coming from. I think to the left so I head that way. I can hear the voices getting louder so I’m guessing I was right about what direction to go. They’re all talking at once. I can’t pick one conversation apart they’re all loud. I get closer and closer to the voices. It sounds like im in a bee hive or something. So many sounds at once. Everythings in slow motion. I want to get this over with but, I have to make it count, in Mallorys honor. Okay, so there rooms start here. I think to myself. I see the first door that has light illuminating out of the small window, and I begin to get axious. I don’t know how Im supposed to figure out witch room this guy is in. Theres at least 7 rooms with the lights on. I guess I’ll have to just peek into every room and see if the mans in there. I’ll have to be carefull that they don’t look the window and see me.

Here goes nothing. I think to myself. Then I look through the first window. I dont see anyone i recignize so I go to the next one. I walk silently to the next door and and look in. I notice the guys that I ran from just a few days ago. It feels like ages now… But no not the guy Im looking for. I look through the 3rd then the 4th. Now on to the fith. I look through and I see him right away. The b*****d that killed Mallory. All of a sudden anger surges through me. As if it were forced into me, it was forced down my throat, into my veins from a needle. It was inhaled from the air in to my lungs. It transformed from anger to hatred as i exhaled it back into the air. And I pull out my pistol without a second thought, I c**k it before I enter the room. I dont even think about it I just take a deep breath and burst through the door. All the heads turn toward me. utter confusion in there eyes. I walk right up to the guy and shoot him dead in the face.

I hear the shout all around me as all the K.A members c**k there guns. I hear a loud bang and feel a sharp pain in the arm.Damn Im shot.

Bam- another one...this one in the head...in my head.

I died.

Theres nothing more to say. But I died happily, because in the end i got the vengence that i promise myself I would have. It may not be a happily ever after, but its fine I promise you. Because I’m up here, with Mallory.

Author's Note

Please excuse bad spelling, and grammar.