Chapter 1

"Kyla just fucking shoot" I whispered to my half witted half- sister.

"No Ashley, I can't kill him it's…it's not right" she squemed. I was getting fed up with it, she is a member of the god damn steel gang, we fucking own L.A.,and she can't bring herself to kill one single worthless piece of shit who tried to take advantage her.

"hun" I said in my sarcastic voice"may I remind you he tried to fuckin rape you" I got rid of all humor in my voice.

"well…yea but" I stoped her mid sentence. " no but's sissy, now give me the gun"

Kyla tightend her grip on the snipper. "I can't let you" she hugged it closer.

"Kyla it's either quick and painless, or I could kill him my way which is slooow and painful….if you are such a humaintarian you wouldn't want me to kill him my way, now would you?" I asked.

"that's so what she said" said an annoyed voice that had somehow crept up behind us.

"nice one" I answered sarcasticaly, I gave Madison a sniker of hatred.

Kyla had almost jumped out of her seat when she heard the voice, she was still shaking when she spoke "when did you get here".

"just a minute ago, when I realised the job wasn't done" she gave a questioning look "but now I see why…Kyla why don't you just give Ash the gun so we can all go home, you know I have someone waiting".

"oh god" I sneered " in that case save the rounds of amo so I can take out the dousche who is goona be keeping us all up tonight"

"If you even lay a hand on John ill fuckin kill you" she sneered. Ashley noticed her sister's eyes drooping from exhaustion, "just give me the gun Ky" I said snatching it taking a moment to find the target. It only took me a second "bingo" I said, and a loud clear shot was heard.

A body colappsed in the crowd below. The gathering of overly dressed pruns went crazy, people's screams could be heard for miles. No one noticed in the frenzy as we drove away. Not like they ever did, we were member's of Steel we were just too good to be caught.

That night was like every other, Kyla and I watched t.v all night while Madison screamed halfway through it due to the guy who had been invited over for a "sleepover".

At 3:00 a.m. my cell phone rang.

"whaaat" I growled into the phone.

"im guessing it was you who took out the man from the club this evening" the Boss , the Don of L.A., or more casually called Kaine answered.

"yea" I said in a way that let him know I was thinking "of course you dumbass"

"and may I ask why, he wasn't a target I issued".

"he tried to rape Kyla" I said while picking a popcorn kernel that was stuck in my teeth.

"humm, I guess it gives you reason, however, you need to let me know before you do the job, or there will be consecuincess." he hardened his tone as if he was my father, and he almost was, my Uncle to be exact.

" yeah, yeah, sure thing fuck up" I hung up the phone and fell back asleep.

Yeah I knew I am a disresective bitch, perhaps even alittle gutsy considering this is the man who runs our gang, and the Don of fuckin L.A. But , that's just who I am and I like it that way.

Unknown POV

The blade felt good against her skin, a knife through butter. Thoughts of her brother , Clay, raced through her head, one more slip and she would cut fatally. The worst thing was she knew it, and it didn't stop her. Indulging herself in physcial pain just to take away from everything she felt after losing her brother, her calm, her peace. She wanted to die.

With one slip she cut the artery that would kill her, she knew it was a selfish act , to its full extent, but she didn't care she was sick of being selfless.

Blood streamed down her wrist onto the tiled floor below, at least it was on tile, not carpet, easier for her parents to clean up. A few minutes passed and she felt her body beginning to weakin, images flashed in her eyes, her earlier ones happy the most reacent painfull. Then black, everywhere. The last thing she heard was a door being barged open and her name being screamed.

"SPENCER"

"Spencer wake up, wake up" my frustrated older brother Glen yelled.

"come on we are gona be late for our first day of school" with a hint of anger as he rushed out the door.

I sat up with a pained expression on my face, the nightmeres always came back, of the past, and of the pain.

I dressed slugishly throwing on ripped jeans, and a loose fabric sweatshirt that showed of my body quite nicely. I wrapped my left wrist in a clean bandage in order to prevent anyone from seeing the imensly deep gashes on my wrist.

Glen pushed me out the door in a hurry, for someone who hated school he sure was excited to get there.

"since when have you started liking school" I asked

"oh well, you know im just excited it's a new place, a new start, and most importantly… new girls" he added with a smirk.

"wow, your unbelivable" I said back.

"ooo come on sis, it will be fun we can scoope out the ladies together" he said, playfully shoving my shoulder.

"Glen, im gay not a sketch or a pervert" sometimes he was an idiot.

Right after I finished the sentence we pulled up to the new school, King High, however it looked like a prison that had been slightly refurbished to hold desks and chalkboards.

I internally groaned. I hated school, but most importantly I hated people, excluding my family, they were the only people I ever truly trusted and cared for.

Glen and I exited the parking lot, heading toward the administrations office to get our schedules, it really wasn't cool that we had started in the middle of my Jr. year and Glen in his senior. 1st through 3rd period were easy the classes were just art, english, and history my three best subjects. Yea I may be a fuck up, but I'm not an idiot, I had all A's before we moved here from Ohio. My day went by easily untill lunch time, where I joined up with Glen, and a girl, Chelsea Lewis I had met in art class.