Present day
“Holy shit, Tabby. Hold the fuck on!” Simon pushed her into the back. Daisy climbed into the front of the car. “I’ll drive my fucking car!” He growled the words and pointed at Anthony. “Get in the back.”
“Gladly, asshole,” Anthony said, climbing in.
Simon struggled to allow another guy to touch his girl, but he didn’t have much choice. He was the best driver; being a year older than everyone else, he’d had more experience.
“There’s so much blood,” Daisy said.
“Look away, Daisy. Now. You don’t need to fucking see this,” Anthony said. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing? Tiny is going to go fucking mental, not to mention my dad.”
“What about mine?” He knew Devil would fucking belt him if anything happened to Tabitha. His father had told him time and again to be careful, and if something happened to Tabitha, war would be declared between The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. There was no way that could happen. He’d been told this years ago.
“You had no business starting shit. I told you from the start to keep away.”
“She’s mine, dickface. She will always be mine.”
“Enough with the fucking shit. Stop your talking and get my sister to the hospital,” Miles said. He’d jumped into the back.
Tabitha couldn’t cope. The pain was too much.
“I’ve got you,” Daisy said.
Her best friend in the whole wide world sported a black eye and split lip. She reached up, touching her face.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way, you know.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Miles said.
Her brother. Her twin.
“This is bad, Miles.” She groaned. Glancing down, she saw the blood. Daisy used one of the many shirts she wore to press on it, tears in her eyes.
“I’ve got you,” Daisy said. “Don’t you die on me. We’ve got so much to do. So much to live for. All the plans we made.”
“I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”
“Don’t fucking talk that way, Tabby. Don’t you fucking dare!” Simon’s scream from the front didn’t offer her any comfort.
If she did die, Simon would follow her, but he’d leave nothing but chaos and destruction in his wake.
I don’t want to die.
I’m too young to die.
I can’t handle this.
I want my mom.
She closed her eyes.
“Fuck. Put your fucking foot down, Si. We don’t have time for this shit.”
Everything became a blur.
“Hurry up,” Daisy said.
“Tabs, don’t do this,” Anthony.
I don’t want to, but it feels really nice.