My Bad Boy's Gang novel Chapter 6

Rain's POV from 5 years ago.

BANG!

I ran out of my room and downstairs.

I saw my mom and dad screaming at each other.

"Rain"! Jax yelled who is my oldest brother who's 20.

He grabbed me and pulled me out of the kitchen.

"Rain, stay out of it" He said.

"No! Jax let me go!" I yelled.

Ryan who is 18 ran in and Joel who is 15 ran in.

"They're going at it hard" Ryan said.

Joel walked over to me and hugged me.

I heard something shatter.

My eyes filled with tears and I got out of my brothers grip and ran into the kitchen.

My dad threw things and broke things as my parents yelled and cursed at one another.

My breath hitched and my eye filled with tears, and my heart sunk.

"Stop"! I yelled.

They didn't listen.

Jax, Ryan, and Joel kept trying to break them apart.

My dad yelled at my mom "You f*cking ugly b*tch! Give me the money!"

He's drunk.

"I don't have it!" She yelled.

He smacked her across the face and she stumbled back and fell.

I tried to run up to her but Ryan grabbed me.

I kicked and screamed to let me go.

I saw my dad shatter a glass bottle over my mom's head as Joel and Jax tried getting him to stop.

My dad fumbled for something.

He pulled out a his hand gun.

My eyes widened as tears streamed down my face.

Ryan let go of me and ran up to help my brothers get the gun from him.

I ran up to my mom.

She had cuts and was bleeding from her head.

She looked at me with a broken expression.

She caressed my cheek "I'm alright Rain".

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut and a tear fell down my cheek and she wiped it.

Then my dad got the gun and pulled the trigger, and my mom pushed me out of the way.

"MOM!" I screamed.

Her eyes then fell shut.

No! No! No! This can't be happening! It's just a dream! It's just a dream!

I fell to my knees and cried and my vision went blurry as my mom was passed out and Joel was on the phone with 911 and Jax and Ryan wrestled my dad for the gun.

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Ryker's POV from 5 years ago.

"F*ck you"! I yelled at my current foster father as he slapped me across the face.

"Listen here, Ryker!" He gritted and grabbed my shirt "You're a 15, asswhole! No wonder your parents got rid of you".

I clenched my jaw and glared at him "They didn't get rid of me, you drunk!"

"O really"? He gritted and pushed me back into the wall and I fell into some broken glass "Why else would they just abandoned you"!?

"They didn't have the money"! I yelled.

That's a lie.

He punched me again.

I've been in prison 8 times, and have been in 32 foster cares.

"You better watch it, or Melanie gets it"! He threatened.

I got up and grabbed his shirt and gritted "You touch her, you f*cking die"!

Melanie is my little sister who's only 1.

He smirked and I punched him repeatedly in the gut, so much that he coughed up blood.

I heard sirens.

Great!

Cops barged in and two handcuffed me right away.

They pushed me out and pushed me down to the hood of the cop car.

"You have the right to remain silent" The cop instructed stern.

I rolled my eyes.

I've done this before......

They pushed me into the cop car and drove off.

We came to the jail.

They pushed me in and kept my hands handcuffed behind my back.

I clutched my fist as I walked threw.

"Ryker Anderson" A familiar voice said.

I smirked "Sheriff Thompson, nice to see you again".

His smirk fell and said "Your cell is waiting".

Then they shoved me into my normal cell and unhandcuffed me.

I rubbed my wrist "You know you should get more f*cking comfortable handcuffs" I yelled.

"Well keep that in mind" Sheriff Thompson said.

Sheriff Thompson is a complete Asswhole.

I'd hate to be his kids.....

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"I get a phone call" I said in a bored tone.

"Ryker, you've been here so many times; that phone call doesn't come to you anymore".

"Its my right" I declared.

"You're 15, you have no rights" He snapped.

"Let me have a f*cking phone call!" I yelled and shook the bars of the jail cell.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Rain, you can not keep acting out like this" Mrs. Doyle lectured me.

"I'm not acting out"! I defended as I looked up at her as I was sitting in a desk and she stood in front of her desk.

"Rain is their something going on home"? She asked.

I bit my lip.

She sighed "Do we need to put you back into therapy and counseling"?

"No!" I blurted to fast "I'm just under a lot of pressure" I admitted and fidgeted with my hands.

"Rain if your grades keep coming like this-".

"Hey Mom" Neil said as they whole gang walked in.

They apparently help Mrs. Doyle after school for community service or something.

"Hey kids" She smiled "Just get to work" then turning back to me.

"Grades up, and behaving in class" She narrowed her eyes at me.

I nodded and stood up, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Miss Thompson" Mrs. Grave; my principal said as she walked in "Sit down".

"Right, when I thought I was a loud to leave hell" I muttered and sat back down.

"You have a make-up test to do" She said and placed a piece of paper on my desk "Complete it, then you may go home".

It's already 2 and school ended.

She walked out and I scanned over the paper and grabbed a pen from my backpack.

"See this is a test, I'm going to fail" I pointed out to Mrs. Doyle.

She shook her head.

History of Arts is basically music for us.

I went threw it and did it without a problem surprisingly.

Mrs. Doyle raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged "It was just a bunch of music notes that you had to read".

"Do you play an instrument"? She asked.

I nodded "Piano, when my mom taught me. But haven't played in awhile it just kind of stuck" I shrugged.

"Oh, so you're a pianist" Reece said.

"Was" I corrected "I actually had auditions for art schools but just quit".

I quit because my mom was gone for 2 years by that point and my dad was to pressuring.

"You want me to do anything before I go"? I asked Mrs. Doyle.

"If you could go grab the vacuum, that'd be great" She said.

"Where is it"? I asked.

"In the cafeteria" She said.

I groaned "That's across the building"!

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Fine" I muttered "I'm never offering to do anything again".

"Ryker go with her" Mrs. Doyle instructed.

I groaned again.

"Let's go princess, I'll get it so you don't break a nail" Ryker smirked walking over to me.

My eyes widened and jaw dropped "I'd watch it Anderson".

"The only thing I'm going to watch is your ass" he winked.

I stomped on his foot. HARD.

He said "Ow! That f*cking hurt! What the heck do you have heels on underneath"!? As he referred to my Converses.

I laughed "Ha! Me in heels?! Ya right....".

I can barely walk barefooted with out falling let a long in heels.

"Let's go f*ck boy" I said.

"Rain, no cursing in school!" Mrs. Doyle scowled.

"Yeah, watch your f*cking language Thompson" Ryker smirked.

I rolled my eyes and walked out and he followed me.

"You know that uniforms really fits you" He winked.

I warned "I would stop".

"O come on princess" He said "Have a little fun" he slung an arm over my shoulder.

I grabbed his arm and twisted in back.

"Ok! Ow! You can give me back my arm"! He yelled.

I let go of his arm and we walked down the hallway.

I came to a staircase and we walked up.

We came to the cafeteria eventually.

I went to open the door but it was locked.

I sighed and turned to Ryker "Give me a lift up".

He raised an eyebrow.

"Just do it".

He cupped his hands together and I stepped up and I said knowingly "I have shorts on under this, so no point in looking up my skirt".

"Aww sweetheart you know me so well" He smirked.

I grabbed the pipe and pulled myself up and climbed up to the went and grabbed the key.

Yes they hide the key in the vent...

I jumped down.

Ryker looked amused "Nice".

I unlocked the cafeteria and walked in.

I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and walked out then locking the cafeteria again.

We walked down the hallway and I pulled the vacuum behind me.

"Hold on I have to stop at my locker" I said and walked to my locker and opened it and grabbed a textbook for History.

"You're lockers a mess" He said.

It's not a mess, I just have textbooks everywhere it's not like I have random papers everywhere.

"Ya well" I trailed off and shut my locker door.

"You're not most like most girls, Thompson" He said shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Why do you only call me Thompson"? I asked.

He shrugged "Because....."

I rolled my eyes "You're explanations are very detailed".

I came back to Mrs. Doyle's room and handed her the vacuum cleaner.

"Thank you Rain, Ryker" She said.

"Yep, well see you in detention tomorrow" I said fixing my backpack on my shoulder.

"No, the goal is I won't see you in detention" She said narrowing her eyes at me.

"Nope, we both know that's not going to happen" I said.

Chuckles came from everyone and Mrs. Doyle just narrowed her eyes at me.

"Well I'm going, I'm already going to get killed for being late" I said and dragged my skateboard out from underneath the desk, and stepping onto it and skating out

"No skateboarding in the halls Rain"! Mrs. Doyle yelled as I skated down the hallway.

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I ran inside and put my skateboard down.

"You're lucky dad, will be home in a minute" Jax said.

I sighed in relief.

I walked in the kitchen and sat down at the island.