K I N G S by lowkey317 G (pdf e book reader TXT) 📖

My Jordan's slapped against the broken pavement as I ran down the long alleyway no doubt the rumble had already started and I was late. I curse myself for getting distracted I re-tied my hair once again I was not going to lose any hair tonight. My heart thudded as I neared the darken park, loomed figures could barely be seen. All streetlights were busted and broken, the police hardly interfered, because they knew they couldn't stop the gang violence. Instead all children were banned from the park that served for rumbles, nothing more and nothing less. A park wasn't nothing to fight over taking a territory, crossing a territory of another gang was not taking kindly. You fought for your respect and you earned it. I slide the hoody over me it was red and my jeans were black-- KING's gang colors. I grab my bag and tuck it into the concrete wall of the alley where I knew their was a big broken spot. I push over the rocks back in place my bag had things that were important to me and needed. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I neared the park, old swings screeched as the wind rocked them back and forth, a old sandbox filled with grass and dirt stood near the edge nobody wanted to fall in there, it was also filled with sharp rocks. A jungle gym and a slide stood in the middle, once painted blue was littered with gratfitti and gang signs. I notice the Angel's gang at once, along with mine and it seemed as if they were all waiting on somebody.

The Royals.

The Royal's were the rich gang, that thought they were better than anyone. Several attended Preshcott where I went, I avoided them as best as I could. We all only had one thing in common as these 2 gangs faced each off, it was hatred towards the others. Eyes followed me as I walk where my gang stood I walk proud, even though my hoody obscured my face. I stand next to Anita, who smirked at my late entrance. When I first met Anita I thought she was a bitch, which she proudly also had thought of me. Instead, later on I found out why she acted the way she did.

"Mas tarde de digo." She nods and I focus on my attention at the gang that finally decided to show up. Daniel, was the one who presented KINGS, he was 18 and one of my father's trusted man such as Luis. He led us right now, it should be my job, but nobody knew who I really was. Daniel watched over me in the rumble since I was important and I knew the whole point was to take Daniel out in the fight for the other gangs. Jesse also stood in the center, his eyes bore into Chase Golder who lead the Royals as he also stepped toward the middle.

"Bout time your puto ass got here." Daniel snapped.

Chase snorted. Jesse chose to ignore him, "You all know the rules."

He looked at everyone eyeing them," No knifes, guns, and no other weapons."

As soon as those words were said punches went flying and sickening thuds on the ground. The rumble had officialy started. A girl with with brown hair and blond highlights was already trying to tackle me to the ground. I swung my fist hard in her face and she falls back, I jump on top of her and repeatedly swing again again- never leave them standing you never know. My bun is grabbed roughly from the back and jerking me I fall to the ground as a fist swings toward my stomach. I grab their fist and kick them hard in the shins, the girl stumbled back and I take that chance to get up. Once again a fist is flying toward me her fists just keep coming and I couldn't deflect all of them. I feel a sharp pain in my side and tilt to the left this time I punch her hard in the face and we both collapse in a tangle on a ground. My fists feel as if their flying and the pain is so bad in them that they feel numb. I grab her by the hair and shove my elbow up hard in her face, blood falls from her nose and splatters all over me. I get up seeing her clutching her nose on the dirt ground, I most likely broke it. I scan the fights that were still going on around me, I spot Anita fighting 3 girls from The Angel's gang, they were trying to jump her. I eye the fiery redhead and I flare up as I see her coming up behind Anita.

Elsa.

I sprint towards them and tackle Elsa head first off of Anita, who laid crumpled on the ground still defending herself from the other two.

"Jocelyn you stupid bitch !" She screeched seeing my face. We both eye each other fists out and ready I glare at her and she glares back. Were both waiting for whoever throws the first punch and gradually I pull my fist back with a low strike. Elsa see's this coming and blocks it as fast as she can I knew she was left handed so what she wasn't prepared for was my other fist slamming into her ribs. A sickening crunch was welcomed and pain shot in my hand, her eyes widen and Elsa sprang on me I was under her and was punching me over and over again. Blood fell out my mouth and I felt dizzy for a bit I had to get from out of under her. The world swayed and I only saw her smirking face, "Your going to die tonight."

With my last strength I headbutt her and let my fist connect with her mouth, she cried in pain and once again I use my elbow. Throwing her off of me I kick her over and over and the painful sirens of the police echoed in my ears. In a quick blur of motion everybody was running towards their cars or running quickly. I see Daniel no where in sight and my stomach drops as I spot Jesse Angel leaning over somebody and smirk spread wide over his cruel face. My eyes connect with Chase a silver pocket knife gleamed in the moonlight, fresh blood dripped from it. My face pales and I know somebody died tonight. I just hope it wasn't Daniel. I keep my eyes connected with Chase and he knows I seen the knife. He took a step toward me but I was already backing away, I looked at the few unconscious bodies left on the ground and I lean over to see their face.  A hand grasps me on the shoulder and my swollen hands reach ready.

"Rosaline, Daniel is in the car, he's unconscious got knocked the fuck out." I let out the air I had been holding and nod at Anita. Red blue lights flicker down the street and I'm running with Anita toward the blue BMW. One last glance at Chase, his eyes indicate toward the gleaming knife as if to say this was not over and than he fled. Jumping into the car I gun down the engine and it roars with life as I head back toward our territory I realized that I left my bag. Fuck.

When I looked at myself in the mirror in the morning I barely recognized myself. My face looked like a splattered blueberry. I lightly trace the bruises that ran along my cheek bone and swollen face. Fortunately, I didn't take any hits to the eye, besides the one on my eyebrow. Or a broken nose, which couldn't be said for everyone. Dry blood clung to my dirtied - grass stained clothes and body.

I could pass as a zombie.

My knuckles were so swollen and bruised from the hits I gave. It hurt to even be able to clench them, much less use them.

I feel a sudden breeze, I turn around to see my window pulled up and my curtains swaying in the air.

I take a cautious step toward it and freeze when I hear a creak in the floor. I flung around sharply and see a smirking Luis sitting on my dresser. I hiss in pain from the harsh movement coming from my ribs.

Unfortunately, I didn't get so lucky with my ribs in the rumble.

I walk back towards my dresser and ignore Luis as I expect myself once again in the mirror.

His fingers grab my chin lightly making me face him and he takes in my face.

"You look like a blue Smurf." I shake lightly out of his grasp and pull off my shirt, this time I do gasp when I take in my battered stomach. Quickly Luis in standing behind me and also taking it in.

"Shiet, Rosaline!"

I cringe in pain when I let my hands poke on the blue and black splattered stomach.

Luis picks me up bridle style and I let him carry my swollen body to the bathroom. Turning on the hot water knob he let's it fill up the tub. He sits me on the toilet and helps me pull off my jeans. Clad in just my panties and bra I rasp out in a voice suprising both me and Luis.

"I can't take off my bra." I rasp tears of frustration falling from my eyes.

His face stayed blank as he pulled out his pocket knife and cut off the clasp helping me pull it off. He adverts his eyes keeping them focused on my face. Picking me up once again, Luis places me into the bubble, filled tub.

I close my eyes, feeling the reassurance of the water against my aching body. I hear Luis leave the room at the sound of his Galaxy S3 ringing.

"Your father said that you are to stay home for the rest of the week," Luis says coming back after shortly 5 minutes. Disapproval laid in his tone and I wonder what Raphael told him to put him in a even more sour mood.

I knew that most likely, my father was was angry at me that I even let a fist touch me in a rumble. He had high standards and would most likely press more training on me.

I wondered if that's why Luis was struggling to hide his anger, maybe because it was now his job to train me once again. I knew he hated how Raphael made him baby sit me, but he knew he couldn't defy him.

I stand up abruptly and wordlessly grab the towel that laid on the rack. I dry myself lightly as I could and wrap myself in it. I stumble as I get out the tub and Luis grabs me firmly from the waist helping me out. I frown when I take a look at his face, grazing the corner of his right eye I see bruises, almost fresh looking.

"What happened to you ?" I ask softly.

His face glares back at me, " Don't fùcking worry about me."

I take in his moody face and glare right back shoving him