Troublemaker

Chapter Thirteen

- Felix's POV -

I couldn't believe I had another nightmare, I haven't had one in some time. I got home on shaky legs, my mind still remembering the dream. I shifted through my bathroom cupboard until I finally pulled out 2 orange pill containers. One contained anti-anxiety pills while the other was antidepressants. I had one for sleeping but I don't need it anymore. Popping one of each pill, I gulped down tap water and sat on the cool bathroom tiles breathing deeply. My past was starting to come through, I didn't want it. I don't want to remember the fear or the pain, I want to forget it all. Through my panicky mind, I heard someone knock on the door. I jumped, slowly approaching the door with unsteady legs. I groaned,

"Come now, is that anyway to treat me?" Lucas asked swiftly entering my house. I leaned against the door, trying to get over the panic attack I had.

"Lucas, I don't have time for your bullshit" I snapped, his eyes grew dark yet his smile remained.

"Ah yes, I forgot you were too busy popping pills to talk to me" he remarked,

"Get out..."

"Where were you last night?" He said loudly, I gave him a cold stare.

"... I was out" I replied vaguely,

"Out where?"

"Look, my private life has nothing to do with you" I snapped,
"I went out and that's all you need to know". He swiftly marched over to me, grabbing my chin harshly. I winced,

"You better get that snarky attitude in place or I'm going to cut off your smart assed tongue" he hissed tightly his grip, to be honest he terrified me especially when he gets that malicious glint in his eyes. He let go, making me run the sore spots on my face. I moved away from the door, he gave me a side glance.

"Do not forget, I can easily make your life a living hell as well as anyone else's" he said before slamming the door behind him. I let out my breath that I did not know I was holding, my legs gave out and I sat on the floor holding my legs to my chest.

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I finally moved, after realising how hungry I was. My stomach grumbled as I made some 2 minute noodles for lunch. After eating, I decided it would be best if I went out. I looked outside and saw it starting to rain, lightly but raining all the same. Putting in my contacts, I got dressed into a black hoodie and dark jeans. I looked awful in the mirror, dark bags were starting to form around my eyes and I was getting skinnier. I came downstairs and saw Nikki in her usual place.

"You know, if you never move, your body is going to fuse with the chair" I commented.

"Hardy har" she said sarcastically,
"Where are you going dressed like a pedophile?"

"For a ride" I answered,

"Be careful out there, its starting to rain"
I chuckled,

"I can see that. It's only spitting, I've driven on worse" I dismissed her, walking out the front door. The cool air hit me, making me shiver lightly. I decided against my helmet, I wanted to let go and wash away my troubles. Soon, I found myself on the road, driving where ever I felt like it. I drive past many things in the back streets; fights, homeless people, drug deals, everything that I was used too. What I wasn't use to was seeing Braydon walking down a alley way. I pulled my bike to a stop, tightening my hoodie so he didn't see me. I could see him talking to someone and can only get bits of the information.

"I did.... the money.... I need..." Braydon said. From what I could string together, he seemed to be doing some jobs for money. I suddenly remembered about the day we went to the Greek restaurant. Braydon was there, in the bad side of town yet I never questioned it. I mentally cursed myself as I got off my bike, stashing it near a bin and slinking closer pulling my hoodie tighter around my face.

"You've sold it all? Everything?" The strange man asked, there was a shuffling sound.

"Yeah, here's the money. Now, where's my cut?" Braydon snapped, the man chuckled darkly.

"Here, and here's this months shipment" I heard plastic being handed over.
"But first, a question. Why do you need this money? You look like a good kid"

"That is non of your business" Braydon replied coldly. I tried to get a better look at them but the only thing I saw was the mans cold dark eyes.

"Oi you!" He yelled, I clambered up and took off running.
"GET BACK HERE YOU RAT!" The man called, I heard his boots running after me. I then heard sneakers, cursing, I stopped and turned around. The man was hot on my heels, he dove to grab me but I dodged. Sending an elbow into his ribs, he groaned. He tried to take another swipe at me but I sent an upper cut to his face. He toppled back, smashing his head on the pavement. Braydon managed to catch up,

"CATCH HIM!" The man roared. Braydon lunged, I dodged him making sure my face was not visible. The man managed to stand back up, blood seeping from his head.

"I know you" he chuckled, pointing a shaky finger my way.
"You're that famous street fighter, Razor. They say no one can beat you, I beat you I can" he rambled. He clearly had a concussion. Braydon stared at me with wide eyes, stepping back.

"The Razor? Fuck that, you're on your own Riley" he said. The man, Riley, glared at Braydon.

"YOU COWARD!" He yelled running at Braydon. I stuck out my foot, tripping him. He landed in a heap on the floor, I kicked his face sending blood out of his noes.

"Leave him alone" I snarled but Riley had already passed out. Braydon was on the ground, shaking and breathing heavily. He was staring at Riley then at me,

"L-leave me alone" he begged.

"What were you doing with this pig?" I asked, masking my voice slightly. I could see him but he couldn't see me. He reached a shaky hand in his pocket and produced a packet of drugs.

"I- I sell these at my school. I need the money for my mothers treatment" he said. I suddenly felt pity for him, I know he's been nothing but a dick to me but if he needs it for an unselfish and urgent need, I'm helping this dick. I dug around in Rileys pockets. Pulling out his wallet, I tossed Braydon a ward of hundred dollar bills.

"Drug suppliers like this want to show off how much they make so you can always find a high amount of cash in their wallet" I said, slipping off the gold Rolex off his fat wrist.
"They like to show how rich they are, they cox people like you to sell it for them. You see the expensive shit and you think you can also make that much" I explained tossing the watch at him. Braydon stood there stunned as I tossed more things his way like rings and I even ripped out the solid gold tooth he had.

"You've got about ten grand there" I said dusting off my hands.
"Fifteen if you rip out his organs and sell them on the black market"
Braydon shook his head with terror in his eyes.

"No, no. This should be enough" he looked down at the pile in his hands fondly.
"Thank you Razor"

I showed my face enough to show him a smile before I walked off back to my bike. I felt good about myself, I helped someone in need. I helped get someone off a bad path. I began driving back, the rain starting up again and coming back harder. By the time I got back on the main road, the rain was heavier. I kept thinking about Lucas and Braydon, my mind soon drifted to Kaiden. I was too deep in thought to notice the bright headlights coming towards me nor the large truck attached to said headlights.

The last thought running through my head before I blackout was what Kaiden was doing.