Better Off Dead
Chapter Two
Bobby's face was grim as he drove down the long, snow covered streets; his knuckles a matching white against the steering wheel as he attempted to control his speed, refusing to get pulled over and delayed any. He knew how to work the system. He knew how to get whatever his black little heart desired and right now he wanted Jack back home.
He had had Angel's slut call the school to see if Sweet's children had shown up that day. How surprising it is when a little, well-planned, white lie works in an elementary school that prides it's self on student safety actually works.
They were at school so they wouldn't provide a problem to his plans. Despite what many people believed there is a decent bone in his body and he saw no need nor desire to harm their father in anyway in front of their innocent eyes and possible cause irreversible damage to their fragile minds. He was more decent than some men in this world who were perceived as the pure vision of kindness and love when they were nothing other than cheaters and destroyers.
He was already set in his ways, his mind had already been shaped into what it was, when Ma had taken him in yet she was smart enough to realize that this could not be changed, all she could do was teach him what was right and hope it settled in somewhere among his morals or lack there of. She was one of the smartest women in this world and if anyone dared to deny this they would receive his fist in their face.
Had the kids not been in school it wouldn't have stopped him though; he would not allow Jackie to spend anymore time in Sweet's captivity. He would have only tried and convince the kids to run along to their rooms. The house was big enough anyways.
A soft growl left his throat as he remembered Angel tackling him to the ground, refusing to allow Bobby to instantly rush off to save Jackie at four in the morning with no plan or thought in his mind other than to bring the princess back to the house he belonged in.
Back to the safety of Ma's home.
The turn he took onto the street was a dangerous one, nearly spinning his car out of control and into a light pole that should have been there in the first place but he refused for any mistakes to claim his life or Jackie's.
He was in the house before anymore thoughts could take over his mind only to be greeted by an eerie silence that chilled him deeply inside. His steps echoed off of the tiled floor, his fingers itching to knock anything expansive down and shattering it out of childish spite.
He listened for any sound that would let him in on the location where Sweet was residing, listening for even the smallest sound of doors sliding shut.
He didn't have to wait long for a sound to fill the house but it was one he would rather not have heard in his life time, almost equal to Jack screaming for Bobby to help him. The sound tore at his heart, attempting to rip it straight from his chest, stopping it instantly. He chocked on a sickness that boiled inside of his stomach at the pained scream that erupted from below him.
The terrified voice of his younger brother pleading, begging for something to stop.
His feet moved quickly, as if he were on the ice again, towards the open door in front of him, revealing stairs that lead downstairs into the basement.
The gun was in his hand instantly as the full effect of the scene he walked in on fell onto him, shocking him only for a moment. His eyes locked on the half naked form of Sweet hovering over the prone shape of his brother.
The anger he had been holding in boiled over and the trigger was pulled without even aiming. It hit its mark with no problem though, the corpse now falling beside the shivering boy.
Bobby's hands moved quickly as he threw down a rather large bag next to Sweet's bleeding body before moving to pull the tight pants back up his brother's quivering body. They wrapped around the thin back, pulling him close as his a few of his own silent tears fell down his cheeks. Tears that were for Jack and Jack only.
And then he was up, cradling Jackie to him much like a mother would her child or a fireman his victim, up the stairs and out the front door before any of the neighbors could even think of calling the police over the sound.
They would find the body, the drugs laying in close proximity, and write it off as a deal gone sour. No one would worry about his death except those that Sweet had controlled, and after a few days any worries would die down as the power forces rearranged and someone took Sweet's place.
Bobby knew the structures of the gangs. Which meant he knew that there was no loyalty in this one. The smell of power and money that was now sitting open in the wake of Sweet's death would easily catch the noises of Sweet's greedy friends and the Mercer brothers would be left alone until another time.
Long enough for Bobby to help Jackie recover once again.
TBC
Really don't like this chapter at all but it's been so long since I updated this that I really owed you even as forced as it was. I somehow hope that you see this chapter better than I do, but I doubt it.
I attempted to write this chapter in a different form than I usually write, which might be way I don't like it. I tried to get it out as if it were Bobby's thoughts, not just an oministic (I so can't spell that word right, and I've butchered it so bad that spell check can't even fix it, The God like) point of view but third person based solely on Bobby. If that makes an sense… it makes sense in my head but who the fuck knows if it does out.
Thank you all for the reviews, I love them to pieces, you have no idea.
Kay