My Bad Boy And The Gang.

Chapter 15.

I enter the hospital room and a whimper escapes me lips.

His battered body lays in the hospital bed covered in bruises and casts.

His right leg had a big vast that is connected to the ceiling. His right arm is covered in a large cast. His left arm has a wrist brace and some very large bruises.

His left leg has cuts along the thigh with bruises peppering the skin all the way to his ankle brace. He has a neck brace and bandages across his forehead. He's got two black eyes a broken nose bites lip and cut cheek.

"No."I breath walking over to him. I'm about to lay a hand on him when I realize there's nowhere I can tough him without it hurting him. His eyes open as much as possible, due to the bruising.

"Baby girl, you're here for me. I've missed seeing you. Are you okay?" He ends his sentence with a long coughing fit.

"You're asking if I'm okay? Look at you....battered bruised and broken."

He chuckles, which turns to more coughing and a grimace.

"Don't be silly...it looks worse than it is." He says trying to wave away my concern.

Que speaks up from his place in the door way, I had forgotten he was here. "You're not supposed to be talking V. And don't lie to her." He directs his next statement to me. "On the surface he's got a twisted ankle, sprained wrist. Broken leg, dislocated and broken shoulder and too many brides and cuts to count. He's got two broken and three fractured ribs seven pulled muscles, a punctured lung. And his neck was sprained." He finishes his listing of Vince's injuries and I twirl back around to him.

"Oh my god...what happened?" I say furrowing my eyebrows.

"Well...we got inside the house and we thought it was clear, there was five if us coming for you. They waited until we were you far in to run and twelve people ambushed us. The others are mostly okay because they were told to target me. The opposing people I mean. Anyways, I told Que to go find you as the fight issued." He stops trying to get a breath and Que takes over.

"As I was getting you they fought, all twelve people who attacked us are dead. Surprise fly we didn't lose a pile out of our four. Sammie's been dying to talk to you by the way. Since the twelve others were brainwashed to only go for V it was easy to take them out. He devised a plan to be bait as the others took out the opposing force."

Vince nodding along clearly remembering the fight. "Bad decision." He chuckled.

I shook my head. "Yes it was. I'm not so important you should've risked your life like that." I said the words but I was dying to hear him refute them.

"I know baby." Was all he said. I feel the anger grow in me with the casual way he just admitted I'm not important.

"Okay. Well I should be going." Okay walking towards the door. Question follows after me and quickly matches my pace.

"I'm sure he didn't mean that." He tried, and failed, to sound convincing. I look at him and see a few different emotions playing in his multi colored eyes.

For a moment it's delight, at what? No idea. The next second he looks pained, then confused.

For a minute I'm caught up in his eyes. I feel myself getting lost in the depth behind them.

"Why are you staying at me?" He asks softly and I shake my head clearing my thoughts.

"Where's Sammie?" I quickly change the subject.

He smiles at my question and motions me toward his car. "Axe's house." He says casually and I must look confused sense he elaborates. "Her boyfriend...hmm when J.D. said you didn't associate with the gang besides Sammie I figured you at least knew of him.

"Well I know she had a boyfriend but she told me his name was Alexander. Must be his nickname." I add on climbing into the black car with grey leather...of course.

It only takes a minute for us to get to Sammie's house.

Que knocks on the door and a moment later the last person I expected to see here opens the door.

"Mom??" I ask seeing the shock mirrored on his face. She shakes it off and miss her head.

"Hello Cali. Come on in, I was just talking to Samantha's mother. We've bonded over our gang related family members. Made fast friends."

She smiles and sounds so fake. I love my mom but only when she's around someone out side the family does she sound so sophisticated. We came from the darker places of this town. Just outside the ghettos. I shake my head and give her the look I always give her when she uses her fake voice. A look that reads 'stop it you're trying too hard again'.

I step into the living room and feel a wave of nausea as I begin to fall backwards yet again.

"Cali!" Que exclaims. Catching me.

"I don't really feel so great." I mumble before passing out yet again. Hopefully I wake up before four days go by this time.