The Older Brother

Chapter 7: Customers Only

I didn't plan to let my gas go down so low...

I also didn't plan to have it stop on me in the middle of the city at two am.

I most definitely didn't plan to leave my phone on my dresser before I left.

More importantly, I didn't plan to leave my wallet at Kyla's.

Fuck.

This all happened because I wanted to make sure Kyla got home safe. Walked my ass home, changed and drove off to her place.

I didn't tell her about that crazy alley thing but I did inform her on Clark. She said I secretly knew and went there. I just wanted to make sure she was okay though, that's why I drove to her.

Okay, maybe I wanted to know why Clark was so happy about thinking it was her and not me under the ski mask, but can you blame a girl?

Doesn't matter, I didn't even have the nerve to bring it up to Kyla. I've got the nerve to walk into an alley but I can't talk to my friend about why my crush seems to be crushing on her.

"I hate you Dayna, so much." My own voice tormented me.

Of course it would.

I'm an i***t.

This is probably the fourth dumb thing I've done in the last twenty four hours. The dumbest of them all being this, maybe it's the helping a random guy in the alley but this ones close.

Stepping out of the car, I looked down at my pajama shorts and slippers.

Wonderful.

At least no one but the creeps and weirdos are out.

Hopefully I don't run into those guys again, they'll definitely kill me. I need to stop making enemies with men who kill, Its almost like I want to die.

Shutting my door, I began pushing the car toward the curb just like they do in the movies.

Giving one hard push, I slipped and fell flat on the floor shaking it off and kicking the car before pushing it again this time with lots of effort until it got to the curb and out of the street.

People make that look so f*****g easy.

The sound of clapping drew my attention and I turned to see Kid smirking as he watched my car. "Nice." He stated as he walked pass me to his Jeep.

Stupid silly me, why would I think he'd ever help me. Of course he'd stand there and watch me struggle to move my stupid car aside.

"Can you at least let me borrow your phone?" I asked him following behind him closely, his shadow casting down over me.

His eyes moved down over my outfit, "I told you to take care of your car, this might teach you to listen." He grinned as he headed into his car.

You're kidding me.

Scowling at him I stomped my bugs bunny slipper down and whined, "Please Kid, just one phone call? Even prisoners get at least one phone call." I pouted.

He smiled and shut his door turning on the car and then driving off. He's bluffing, there's no way he'll leave me here stranded. No way-I watched the Jeep drive off.

The fucker drove off without me.

I hate him, I honestly truly absolutely hate him!

"I hate you!" I shouted locking my car and beginning my walk home which was about a two hour walk, with my slowness, and a fifteen minute drive with kids jeep.

Well, I guess I could just be happy it didn't stop in the bad areas of the city.

I wonder if any of these stores are open twenty four hours...

Oh! The fast food joint that's a block away!

Running there quickly, I went to tug open the door but it was locked.

Drive thru only after midnight.

Fuck.

Running through the drive thru, I waited at the speaker and realized no one was talking to me.

Stomping on the ground, I waited a minute and then heard her "Hello! Welcome to Sawyers Burgers, let me know when you're ready to order." The woman said cheerfully.

Weirdo.

"Hi, I just want to use your phone." I stated quietly waiting.

There was silence before she stated "Customers only, purchase an item and I can allow you to use the phone." She was still cheery.

I'll punch this b***h.

I sighed, "I don't have any money, I need to call someone. My car broke down." I stated annoyed with her.

She laughed, yes she laughed at me.

Scowling at the mic I walked over to the window and knocked hard on it.

She locked it.

Oh hell no!

"Open this window you f*****g b***h! I need to use your god damn phone!" I shouted slamming my hands on the window.

She lifted the phone and I smiled "Yeah that!" I said happy to take back everything I said to her.

Until I realized she was calling the police instead.

What a f*****g asshole?

"Traitor b***h! I hope you get stuck in the city alone just like me!" I shouted and gave a hard slam on the window with my palm before I walked away to continue my journey home.

It was about fifteen minutes into my walk when I realized someone was following me. I was sure it was the guys from earlier this night. It had to be!

Turning I looked and saw them turn their lights up before driving up next to me.

Kid had his window rolled down "Learned your lesson yet?" He asked smirking like some jackass who thought he was so cool.

Glad I could amuse you with my life struggles and anger.

I rolled my eyes "I don't want your help. I'd rather walk." Now is not the time to be stubborn Dayna.

Be stubborn or get home in one car ride.

Kid laughed saying "Alright then." and went to drive but I shouted against my own will, "Okay! Yes I learned my lesson!" I scowled. I wasn't sure if my scowl was directed to my traitorous mouth or the ultimate douchebag.

He unlocked the door, reached over to the passenger side pushing the door open to me. His stupid smolder was making me wonder if this was worth it.

I got inside and shut the door not looking at him.

I don't want him getting all proud and big headed, his heads already so big I'm not sure how he gets in his damn Jeep without it hitting the roof.

"Wanna tell me what kind of spell you put on my brother?" He stated as he locked the doors pulling off the curb.

My brows furrowed confusingly, "Huh?" I hate his brother, he's annoying. Just like his older brother Kid.

Even if I did put a spell on him, I wouldn't tell Kid, he pisses me off.

Kid looked over at me and then behind him, "All he talks about is you. I've never seen him get this obsessed." Oh god he's obsessed with me?! Ew.

I shivered in disgust, "Ew. Listen Kid, I don't like your brother. Never have. Never did. He annoys the s**t out of me, you both have that in common" I rolled my eyes sitting back in the seat. "Anyways, I don't like dating high school guys, they're so immature."

Seriously, they are. Except Clark, he's all man.

He c****d an eyebrow "How old are you? Sixteen?" His smirk came like a taunt and I wanted nothing more than to punch it right off.

"A lot older thank YOU very much. What are you? Like fifty three?" I grinned at my joke.

His small laugh was more of a scoff, "Don't worry about that kid." He stated as he turned down a random corner. God he thinks he's just some hot stuff snarky bastard.

"What's your real name Kid?" I asked as I watched his gaze on the road.

Kid just ignored me completely and eyed his mirrors for a while.

How romantic.

God this guy must be a virgin because his people skills sucks s**t.

"You need to work on your social skills." I stated sitting back.

He didn't say anything, instead he looked behind him again.

I glanced once, and saw a car behind us. "That guy want to kill you? I know he isn't a friend of yours since you clearly can't make any." I said calmly but freaking out inside.

"Something like that. Don't worry about it, just buckle up." He gestured to my seat belt, and I pulled it on clipping it and eyeing the road.

God please don't let me die.

A strong jolt came to the back of the car causing me to slam forward and then bounce back.

We just got hit!

I even stared at Kid to make sure I didn't just imagine that and dramatize it with my need for excitement in my life. Nope, he definitely felt it too.

Then before I knew it a car came flying to my side of the car and then boom.

We flipped, this massive Jeep lifted off the f*****g ground.

As if it wasn't enough, it even rolled down the hill.

I hadn't realized those were my screams until I shut my mouth and they ended, hanging upside down in the car, I unbuckled my belt and let myself slowly lower to the glass filled metal roof. "Kid?" I asked looking around.

He wasn't in there....

Glancing around I noticed the windshield shattered on his side, he must've not been wearing his belt.

Ugh, i***t buckled my belt and doesn't even buckle his own?!

I mean I hate the guy, but I don't want him to die.

Getting out of the car, I heard the sound of the voices as they began walking to the ditch of trees our car was smashed up into. 

Going back inside, I searched for a gun knowing this guy had to have one.

The glove compartment spilled out and down with it was a heavy ass gun. Perfect.

Checking to see if it was loaded, I sighed in relief that it was.

I've never held this many guns in my life until I met Kid, I wonder if he knows that. I bet he does, I wonder if he's alive.

He better be, leaving me alone with these guys would be the most f****d up thing he's done.

Running back out with the gun in hand, I searched for Kid but instead found the men who rammed us off the road.

"Well hello there!" One guy called out with a bitchy tone.

Oh god, dramatic men.

Pulling the trigger it shot one guy, down he went and I mentally cheered myself on. Honestly I was sure I wouldn't make it, that was definitely a lucky shot.

I pulled the trigger again, missing, and then ducking when the other two began shooting.

Hiding behind the tree I bit back my fear, come on Dayna, Kids probably bleeding dying somewhere.

Which is bad may I remind you, it is BAD Dayna.

Okay, okay I get it. Stupid conscious.

Turning quickly, I pulled the trigger shooting one in the eye and then in my disgust I began cringing.

Ew, ew.

The last one was up, and I had a feeling by the way he was cussing up a storm, he wasn't happy.

"Come out you little f*****g b***h!" He shouted and sounded a bit like he was hopped up on drugs.

I stepped out from the tree and pulled the trigger four times, only he pulled it too, and when the bullet glazed my shoulder blade, I hissed.

The feeling came first, then the sound that shook my ear.

I watched him fall to the floor dead before I hurried off to find Kid.

This guy is just a magnet for trouble.

Killing people isn't as scarring as people make it, I've watched so many people say it is the hardest thing in the world, but right now, surviving was more difficult.

"Kid!" I shouted.

A small ruffle came and I ran towards it leaning over into the pile of leaves to see Kid was okay just cut up. "You are so f*****g lucky you landed in this pile of leaves." I laughed watching him stand up and look around.

He must've just woken up.

"They're all dead, your cars totaled, and I think the gun shots might bring police involved." I nodded suddenly scared about prison. I'm too soft to be in prison, they'd eat me alive there.

His eyes fell to my hand as he took the gun from me, "No one will know." He stated and I gave a single nod.

"Fuck." He muttered running his hand over my shoulder making me cry out, "Ouch!" I shouted and swatted his hand away. It was pouring blood out and I hadn't noticed until now. I'm going to die.

He sighed, "Alright, I'm going to make some calls, just keep this on your wound." He took his shirt off, bundled it and then pressed it to my wound.

I cried out but he made sure I didn't move it.

As he disappeared, I waited and wondered if I deserved this somehow.

He came back and then led me back onto the road, we waited a few minutes until a car pulled up, a man walked out and pulled open the door while he was dressed in a suit. "Get in the car." Kid said and looked around.

I got inside and watched as a semi truck showed up, five men jumped out and ran into the ditch.

They began bringing pieces of the car up putting them in the semi truck.

What the f**k?

Kid got in beside me in the back and shut the door "Take us home Will." He stated calmly as he watched the men fill the semi with his jeep parts.

"What happens? What do we say?" I asked carefully.

He looked down at his gun cleaning it with a towel, "I picked you up from the place your car broke down, we drove back in my brothers car because I sold my jeep last week, and we had nothing to do with that, they got in a fight and killed each other." He said nodding.

Wow.

I wonder how many coverups he does.

"How many people have you killed?" I asked sitting back and ignoring the thud in my shoulder.

He thought and then shrugged "Lost count, you've got three now though." He smirked.

Oh thanks for making me feel better.

He's a bad influence.