My Bad Boy's Gang novel Chapter 45

"Now if she does it like this. Will you do it like that? Now if she touches like this. Will you touch her right back? Now of she moves like this. Will you move like that? Come on, Shake, Shake, Shake it" I heard a voice singing as I came put behind the corner of the wall.

I looked to see Marley and Eve washing dancing and singing around the kitchen as they washed the dishes. Eve jumped up and down and her blond hair bounced around her.

"2007?" I asked as I walked into the room, and Marley and Eve stopped then looking at me. Marley cleared her throat and tucked a piece of hair behind her hair.

"Yeah..we were the wannabe scene girls but mom's wouldn't let us cut our hair to a fringe" Eve chuckled "What about you?"

"Eh..I was 9 and in modeling so I was never allowed" I said as I thought back to being tormented by flashing cameras and directors for hair and makeup.

They both chuckled and the door opened. I looked to see James walk in, and I immediately turned around and started walk out once our eyes met.

"Rain-" He started and I didn't hear the rest once I walked out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut behind me.

"Rain. Stop. We need to talk" James voice approached again and he walked behind me.

"I don't want to talk to you, asshole" I said stern, without looking back at him. I walked down the halls and down a staircase to go to the room I was assigned.

James then grabbed my wrist and whirled me around then pinning me back up against the wall. My breath faltered and his chest pressed up against mine.

His green Hazel eyes met mine and I swallowed a lump in my my throat. James blinked repeatedly a few times and he stared down at me as he kept a hand by my head so I couldn't go anywhere.

"You really don't remember me..." He whispered audible for me to hear. I gave him a confused look "What?"

"You don't remember me.." He trailed off, looking down at the ground for a moment. "Remember you from what?" I asked completely confused "I've never met you in my life."

"Rain.." He sighed, looking up a me, pressing his lips in a thin tight line "Group Therapy."

"How'd you know I went to group Therapy?" I asked still confused out of my mind as to what he was talking about. "Because we were in the same group" James stated.

"What? No we weren't" I shook my head at him. "Does Porter ring a bell?" He asked and my eyes snapped up to his.

My eyes widened and I froze "What?!" "My my names James Porter Landlock....I went by Porter at the time because I didn't want anyone to recognize me."

"No, no, no..You can't be Porter. Porter and I were friends, I know Porter. He moved to Italy when he-...." I started to trail off then looking up at James.

"You once snuck out a midnight with your friends and went to Walmart just to dance in the parking lot to 30H!3 hits while dressed in a banana costume" He said to prove it was him.

I chuckled at the memory of that and then looked at James "It really is you.."

Flashback:

"Jax, I don't need to go to this" I argued for the 88th time today "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to talk to some strangers about my life."

"Sis, you need this. You have to let it out somehow, and if you talk to people in your same kind of situation, they'll understand" Jax stated as he pulled into the parking lot.

"I have friends you know. I can talk to them" I huffed as I slumped in my seat. "Marilyn and Kayla don't understand what's going on. They have perfectly happy family's" Jax narrowed his eyes at me.

"That's not true" I protested "Kayla's mom is always on business trips." "But she comes home" Jax cut in.

"Now go. You're going to be late" Jax nodded towards the building. I rolled my eyes then opening the passenger door and getting out as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

I fixed my stupid ugly uniform and walked inside the building where there were people sitting in the waiting area. I went up to the main desk and signed my name in then taking a seat somewhere.

I sighed then staring up at the ceiling and waiting as I was already bored out of my mind.

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"Porter...how about you tell us something about yourself" The councilor; Lisa said. I threw my head back and stared up at the ceiling bored, and crossed my legs.

"Uh.." A voice said and I looked to see who it was "I'm Porter, I'm 16...and I hate my parents." I put a hand over my mouth and looked away as a tried not to laugh but it escaped my mouth anyways.

Everyone looked at me and Lisa sent me a look "Rain..is there a problem here?" I shook my head as I pressed my lips together "No, not a problem at all."

I felt eyes on me and I looked to see Porter staring at me intensely. He had green Hazel eyes and blond hair, was built and he was in a black t-shirt with jeans.

He had a busted lip and bruises that were fading in different places. "Porter you may continue" Lisa said as she looked back at him.

"My mom's a alcoholic, dad's a drug addict. Both of them have relapsed and are abusive. I was taken away and put in foster care with fucking horrible foster parents. One night my mom hit me with a baseball bat, my dad pushed me down the steps and told me to get out; so I did. I lived on the streets and honestly that was better then the shithole I live in now" He scoffed as he clenched his jaws "You know I wish I was a rich kid...They have it all."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that Porter..Does anyone have something to say? Some advice?" Lisa asked as she looked around the circle of kids with messed up lives.

I raised my hand and she looked at me and nodded "Yes. Rain." I turned to Porter and said bluntly "Fuck you."

"RAIN!" Lisa exclaimed "You're 14, that language is not necessary." I rolled my eyes then looking at Porter "Just because someone has money doesn't mean they have it all. My mom's a fashion designer, my dad was a lawyer and now a Sheriff. My dad's abusive and a alcoholic and tried to shoot my mom right in front of me. One day I woke up with a note taped on the kitchen counter from my mom saying that she left for California and breakfast was in the fridge. Does it seem like I have it all to you?"

Porter clenched his jaw and stared at me before a smirk appeared on his lips.

After that we clicked and did everything together, we were inseparable at times. "Porter" lived in the Bronx and I wasn't allowed to go down there by myself considering I was only 14.

One day Porter declined all my calls and messages. Days went by and I didn't hear from him then on the news I saw that they found a dead body at the crime scene and said it was Porter.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked in a whisper as I was still in a state of shock "I thought you died.."

"I just thought you knew....The minute I saw you, I knew it was you because you had the same beautiful piercing blue eyes" James stated as he stared down at me.

Not gonna lie, I did have a crush on "Porter" when we were friends, but the age difference seemed weird at the time since he was 16 and a junior, I was only 14 and a freshman.

I shook my head "No..No it can't be you, Porter died. The police found his body from the shooting." James denied "No Rain. They found some guy and thought it was me because I ran away from a foster home and there was search warrants for me. They just jumped to conclusions and said it was me."

"And what about Italy?" I asked confused. "I did move to Italy, I met Zeke and took me in."

"Then that means I thought you were moving to Italy and that's why you ignored my calls, then you were shot dead" I whispered to myself as I tried to remember what I thought a couple years ago "Oh my God."

I looked up at James and he blinked at me slowly a few times. I wrapped my arms around me as I stood up straight and he slipped his arms around me to return the hug.

I buried my face into his shoulder and closed my eyes shut as tight as possible. "I missed you so much" James whispered into my ear.

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I was grabbed and slammed down against a flat surface that was wooden by Cato and Gunner.

Gunner strapped me down and I swallowed a lump in my throat as they strapped my arms above my head so I couldn't move and Archer smirked as he walked in.

We were in a room that had cement walls and floors, a huge glass window that overlooked the city, and it easy pretty empty.

"This is something I like to do to all my victims" Archer smirked "It's fun for entertainment."

Everyone was in the room standing to the sides, and I blinked slowly as I stared up at the ceiling, knowing this wasn't going to be good.

"See my father was a army sergeant, and he had to come over all weaknesses. So they put him through this technique called waterboarding" Archer explained as he approached closer to me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I internally screamed because I knew what waterboarding was. I started pulling on the rope that had me tied down to the wooden board and squirming in my spot.

"You'll feel the sensation of drowning and suffocation. We have a few questions we'd like to ask you, but you wouldn't answer them without force. Now, we're going to ask you a question and if you don't answer will put the cloth over you until you answer it. It's quite simple, understand?" Archer smirked evily as he clasped his hands together.