What the…
“This is all your fault, I told you not to listen into people’s conversations,” I hear her grunt just as splashing sounds echo and a scream pierces the house before it suddenly stops and choking echoes.
Confusion and anger at her words fill me and I run outside to a scene that will forever haunt me. Despite seeing Toya forcefully keep my little sister’s head whose body is splashingaround under the water, I don’t let the shock fill me. I don’t stop running until I grab Toya’s dirty blonde bob. Even as my mother screams, “Angie!”I keep going as I drag my ex fuck buddy out of the shallow end of the pool with my heart in my throat.
She tried to kill my sister…
She, fuck, she got rid of our baby for my cut…
"Cage, please!" Toya sobs as I throw her to the floor making her gasp, "She kicked my stomach. She made me lose our baby!"
Lying fucking bitch.
An angry haze overtakes me and as I hear several footsteps rushing into the yard, my mom’s pleadings for Dad to save Angie echo around me but I don’t register them as I wrap my fingers around Toya’s throat before squeezing. Her light brown eyes widen with fear as she quickly grabs my wrists. She digs her nails into my skin, trying to dislodge my grip, but all that does is make me squeeze tighter.
Bitch was trying to drown my fucking sister, my little sister!
“Cage, the baby!” I hear Knuckles, my best friend, snap.
Without taking my eyes off the bitch before me, ensuring my grip is hard, I growl, “She aborted it, hoping to get my cut,” and her eyes widen even further with fear because she knows nothing is stopping me from killing her.
I never said I love you, we never confessed our feelings, because we didn’t fucking have them. She was fucking a sixty-year-old, and yet she aborts my baby, all because she wanted my cut, she tried to drown my little fucking sister who clearly overheard her bragging about aborting my child!
I squeeze tighter as Toya’s body goes limp beneath me and her arms drop.
Her fight fades as her lips turn blue and I quickly let go of her neck then I grab my knife from my boot and slice her throat for good measure.
Years I’ve managed to not kill someone, yet all it took was this one woman, this fucking patch chaser, to put their hands on my baby fucking sister.
“No!” my mom screams full of pain breaking my trance, and I look her way, my body tensing before my whole fucking world turns, seeing her lying over my sister, my little follower lying limp on the floor.
No, fuck, please no…
Dad kneels before Mom and wraps himself around her and my legs shake, tears fall.
“Fuck,” I choke as I stumble back and Knuckles wrap his arms around me as I stare at my sister, my mom screaming in pain.
My body shakes as my sobs tear from me, guilt and shame consuming me and I bend a little, breathing becoming difficult.
This is my fault, I brought that bitch around, oh fuck, I killed my little sister.
My breathing becomes choppy as my parents' cries echo around me, the brothers standing there watching with sorrow and shock. The leather stretching across my shoulders becomes too tight, the tattoo on my neck, both my sisters' names, burning me as I look back at my sister. Dead. Her eyes open, her mouth blue, her soaked little body, still.
I failed her, I failed my family.
Teeth gritted and tears falling, I shove Knuckles off and stumble back, breathing deep.
“Cage?” he whispers.
I shake my head and quickly tear the leather cut off my body—the reason Toya went after Angie to begin with and I chuck it on the floor next to that dead bitch, no longer wanting it, no longer deserving it.
Everyone looks at me in shock as my parents fall apart, grieving over their child, a child I couldn’t protect and without aword, I storm out of the backyard. Brothers shout my name, but I ignore them and run to my bike and quickly climb on.
Knuckles runs after me, shouting, “Cage!”— I rev my bike and drive away from my childhood home toward the clubhouse exit and silently promise myself never to step foot on club grounds again.
Drew – Age Fifteen
I keep my breath even as I bring my right arm up and curve it a little over my head. I try to keep my composure and make sure I don’t hit my crown headpiece. Then I jump up gently onto my tiptoes and move en pointe to the right, all while trying not to look out over the auditorium. I want to avoid sudden stage fright. I try and stay in the moment, and I allow the music to surround me.
