Chapter three
May god forgive us, for our sins
Bec sat in the air port, chewing her bottom lip in an effort not to cry. Her ringed fingers clung to each other so tightly that her knuckles where a paler shade of white. She was in a rock in a hard place. Her heart was begging her to stay home with her brothers, to fall into their arms and be safe and dependent even if it was just for that little moment, she wanted to be the little girl she, somehow along the way had lost.
But then she knew that she'd have to grow up, Bec had a baby residing inside of her and every motherly instinct was telling her to flee the place that she'd called home for so very long.
Just as she felt like her brain was going to explode with such a dilemma her answer came in the form of a very pretty black haired woman, barreling down the airport lobby. Bec's eyes lit up with recognition as the young woman barely out of her teenaged years came swooping down on her, lifting her clear off her seat.
"Bec, I'm so sorry I was late for the funeral, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you all, for Eveyln" she whimpered.
Bec cracked a smile, patting the girl and thanking god she was here.
"Anya, it's ok, honestly I know you tried" Bec soothed. Breaking apart she looked at Anya a girl who became her best friend since the day they'd meet in a foster house 16years back and practically a 6th child in the Mercer clan.
"Oh Bec, talk to me, tell me how it hurts" Anya asked, getting straight to the point, when no answer came Anya continued. "How's the boys?" she hesitated, then lowered her voice "how's jack?"
FLASH BACK: 5 YEARS:
"Don't you touch me, you drunk BASTARDS!" Anya shrieked at her three foster brothers.
"Oh c'mon darhhhhliinggg" Mike the oldest out of the trio purred lunging forward.
Anya accustomed to looking after herself dived rolled away from his grabbing hands and managed to land at the threshold of the living room. They turned and loomed over her, she whimpered "Please, all of you, please act like my brother's don't do this to me"
"It's only a bit of fun" Nick, the middle son, cracked a grin and lurched forward. This time unlike his brother he was successful in his catch.
Anya who was of a sturdy and tall build fought at his greasy hands, fought to keep them away from her, but she knew as the others joined in on the brawl that she'd soon be over powered "Oh jesus, oh god no" she roared, indignant tears pouring from her rouged cheeks.
She felt them clawing at her, lusting for her, she could smell them; smell the stale beer and liquid fire whiskey on their tongues.
She was not used to the emotion of despair but now she found it drowning her, clogging her lungs and seeping into her nostrils. Her only hope now was to breakaway from her body and go to a place where she was invincible "they can't take away my soul" she thought, gritting her teeth and just about to let go, when a deafening crash rocketed through the small Detroit house.
"You better get the fuck off my friend or I shit you not I will blow all Y'ALL BRAINS OUT OF YOUR DICK SKULLS!" Bec's gruff voice resonated throughout Anya's mind and she slowing began to react to the fact that her brother's weight was being lifted off of her.
"Yeh, now back the fuck off!" Bec hissed bending down to pick up Anya.
"Anya, honey, wake the fuck up girl, stop being a pansy!"
Anya opened her eyes, looking at Bec who carried her with her left arm and with the other wielding a shotgun, an unpleasant grin of satisfaction on her face.
"Now you boys play nice together and I'm going to take my friend outta here, I hope there's no objections" Bec cooed, making the presence of her gun more noticeable.
The three teenaged boys backed up slightly, and for a moment the feeling of triumph washed over Bec.
But within seconds the triumph was snatched away by a bullet slicing past her and embedding itself into the wall just yonder.
"Holy Hell!" Anya grunted reeling forward to throw Bec to the ground "get down!" both girls hit the ground as a second bullet replaced the space where Bec's head had just been.
She looked up, and cocked the shotgun, not wanting to catch a murder charge she aimed the gun upwards, higher then the male gang and shot out a large glass dome light which rained down shards of hot glass.
"C'mon, we gotta get outta here!" she whispered, jumping up fast as lightening and sprinting out the door, Anya hot on her heels.
Bobby sat back in the vinyl covered booth, smiling at his accomplishment. Jack a mere 15 years old had past one of the Mercer's grueling tests; he'd managed to sneak into a bar and buy a round of beers for the brothers. The success had gone to his head however; Jack strutted and moved on the dance floor with a gaggle of blonde haired girls on his tail.
"It'll break their hearts when they find out he's gay!" Bobby smirked, taking another swig of his beer.
"I think he's had too much grog" Jerry smiled, watching Jack stumble and cop a feel of a busty blonde grinding up beside him.
"Hey, that means nothing, he might just be curious" Bobby said, indicating to scene that had just played out.
"Bobby, when are you gunna give that boy a break?" Jerry questioned. Bobby cocked an eye brow and leaned foreword, "when he comes outta the closest, it's all over the talk shows."
Angel laughed a little too enthusiastically, obviously like his younger brother, he too had drunken more then his fair share of booze.
Jack stumbled over to the table, a starry eyed smirk plastered over his face "Did you see her jugs man, I touched em man!" Jack hiccupped and plonked himself down beside Bobby, who was about to say something snide but was warned by a rather stern stare from Jerry who sat opposite him.
"Ok, Jack it's time for little boys to head home now!" Bobby said, ushering the gang out of the seats.
His face fell "No, c'mon Bobbbbbbbbbbbby I wana stay!" he whined.
"No fairy, ma will kill us if you're sick for school a 5thday in a row ,and plus we can't leave Bec home alone all night!"
Bobby grabbed the edge of Jack's collar, hollered a goodbye to the bar tender and with that the four brothers exited the bar.
Bec and Anya scurried down the drive, "You gota gun?" Bec roared over the sound of fresh gunshots.
"No man, my only one's hiding under my bed!" Anya replied, panic morphing her pretty face.
"It's ok!" Bec cried "I no where Bobby hides his one in the house!"
"We just have to make it their first!" Anya screamed, hitting the ground again as another set of bullets came shooting past.
"We're nearly there!" Bec replied, flying up her drive way and bolting through the door way. Anya skidded in after and shut the door in her wake.
Bec hunted round the house until she found what she was looking for. "Here, cock It, there's not a whole round in there so go easy ok?" she said, sliding the sleek gun across the tiled floor.
Anya bent down, nodded her reply and cocked the pistol.
The four brothers, plodded home all rowdy and stone cold drunk.
"Hey what do you reckon about a tongue ring?" Jack asked, flipping his tongue out and prodding it with his index finger.
"I think you could get a nice set of matching earrings to go with it, Jackie-O"
Jack stopped in his tracks.
"Oh c'mon man I was only playing" Bobby sighed.
Jack waved away his apology, "No man did you here that?"
"Here what?" Bobby asked, slightly sobering up.
"Gunshots, and they're close."
Angel and Jerry cocked their heads to hear the noise "wait, you don't think…"
"She is a trouble maker, that one" Bobby answered, jerry's unspoken question, "c'mon we better go check, be prepared ok, Jackie-O stay behind me ok?"
"I can take care of myself!" Jack roared indignantly, flying past his three brothers, down the alley way towards the every growing sounds of gunshots, the roars of his brother's licking his unhearing ears.
When jack came to the end of the alley way which opened up into his street, he stopped dead in is tracks. Three men not to much older then him had circled around his house and where jack hammering the bricks of the porch. He could hear faintly the screams and roars from the two girls inside as they replied the gunshots with bullets of their own.
"Becky, Anya" he whispered.
"JACK, JACK GET THE FUCK HERE YOU GIRL,WHAT……" Bobby was cut out in mid-sentence as he came closer to the scene.
"Is Bec in there?" Bobby cried.
Jack nodded "and Anya"
"Bobby, we gotta do something!" Angel hissed.
"I know, I know just let me think for a godamned second!"
"Ok, alright, c'mon we'll go in from the back door, stay low" Bobby whispered, hopping the neighbouring fence.
"We can't win this, they wanna kill us" Bec cried, wincing from the pain of the shoulder, were the shot gun had consistently recoiled.
"I know, Ok," Anya whispered, propping herself up onto her elbows, "stay here, what ever happens stay here!"
Before she could reply, Anya had leapt up and shot out the windows to where her brothers stood. She heard a grunt of pain and a body hit the ground, swallowing her fear she took the advantage of surprise to shoot again.
"Anya get down!" Bec hissed trying to reach he friend, "don't be a fool!"
Bobby skimmed across their lawn as he if he weighed nothing, his fear of loose being his wings. He made it to his house and slowly crawled in through the back door, head down and covered.
Jack was closest behind followed by Jerry then Angel, who was covering the back.
He heard a moan of pain and instinctively looked up, making out Anya standing tall and proud silhouetted by the moonlight and then looking to the left to see Bec low and sturdy shooting his large shot gun. Smiling proudly in spite of himself he thought "I taught you girls well".
Jack saw Bobby's head pop up and so he did the same. Surveying the scene he crawled forward as did Bobby. But Jack out of the corner of his eye had seen something Bobby hadn't seen and he cringed with fear.
From what he could make out the middle brother Nick, had somehow managed admits the shower of bullets to sneak in through the front door and he had a mean looking gun pointed directly at Anya.
Before jack could think, before he could even take a breath, he was on his feet and galloping desperately towards Anya.
"Get down, get down!" he commanded, colliding into her just as the bullet escaped the gun and merged with soft human flesh.
END FLASHBACK
"He's doing fine, Anya, they all are!" Bec smiled.
"So how long you sticking around for anyways?"
Anya grinned gawkily, "SURPRISE!" she cried throwing up her arms "I'm sticking around for good this time, just bought a house down the road from Y'all. Got outta the system a year ago and been saving up enough cash to settle down."
"So what about you, what are you doing here anyways?"
Bec stopped for a moment pondering her decision "I thought I had to do something I don't any more, turns out I'm already home" she said.
A/N: ok sorry I deleted chapter three, I hope it didn't confuse any one but this is the new chapter three, and I like it far better then I did they previous one.
I hope you all enjoy it and thank you all for your reviews; they are so fun to get!
Love Bex