Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The sound of constant beeping woke me. I rolled over to find Brent gone, I noticed the window were still dark. I looked over for the clock, but found Brick standing in front of me instead. "What the hell are you doing here? WHERE'S BRENT!?" He thought he was just gonna grab me out of bed but I flipped up and held my hand near his pressure point. He didn't say anything as he stared into my eyes. "Answer the fuckin question." He said nothing. "Second thought, stay quiet. That's what your best at anyways" Before I could press down he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. I was hovering over him when he whispered in my ear.

"Don't do this. The house is surrounded, and Brent will die if you resist."

"Bullshit" He looked in my eyes, and without a doubt I believed him.

"Test me Blossom, I dare you" I rolled us over and tossed him into the drawer. i heard him fall but didn't bother to check, I ran for the door. As I ran into the hall, I saw them. Red beams came from all over, all pin pointed on me. I didn't move and inch, I needed out. I slightly turned my head to see my proximity to the front door. i good 12 steps if i walk, 6 if I jog... Maybe 3 if I flip. I heard Brick behind me, but I took my chances. I back flipped my way towards the front door, leaving a trail of gun shots behind me. One...Two..T- A gasp of pain escaped my lips as i felt a sharp pain in my ass. I wasn't able to run yet I felt someone tackle me from behind. I was too distraught to fight back. Through blurred vision, I watched Brick put me in his car. "We had to do this the hard way" I flipped him off as he closed the door. There was nothing I could do until we reached our destination. "Look at the bright side Bloss, you got shot in the ass. You have plenty of ass" I saw him smirk in the reflection of the mirror.

"Glad you're enjoying this because this is the closest you will get to my ass."

"That's what you think"

"It's what I know. Just wait until I get to my father! And where the hell is Brent?!" He continued to ignore me, so I continued to scream all kinds of unlady-like profanities. Eventually i stopped as the pain became sharper. All I could think, How do I get myself in these types of situations...


My breathing became heavy and hard. Each breathe took effort. My vision blurred as if I had back-to-back shots of tequila. Somehow I was about to comprehend what was going on around me. Brick had taken me home, the last place I wanted to be. I was bent over this table while the doctor was handling my gun shot wound, it hurt but this gave me time to plan my revenge. Whose neck did I want to snap first?! "Are you done yet?"

"Putting in the stitches now, gosh. I thought you were the sweetheart, but looks like Boomer's got you beat"

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"It means nothing if I keep my job." I heard footsteps enter the room.

"Oh gosh Bloss, this is not how I wanted to see you" It was Butch. I hope he doesn't think we are on good terms. "You're my sister so I shouldn't be saying this but you have a nice ass. Brick should be a proud man" I flinched at the sound of his name.

"I'm done Ms. Utonium . Or should I call you " I slowly stood up straight, looking directly into the eyes of the young doctor.

"Not if you want your heart to continue beating." He slightly trembled under my glare. I felt strong arms support me as I took a few steps. I snatched myself away, and looked at Butch was such disgust. "Can you not, right now?" I tried my best to walk on me own.

"You obviously need help"

"Why help me now?! I have done nothing but try to help you ye-" He beat me into finishing my sentence.

"I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU" He was pissed, so was I. We're equal.

"You were too fucking late, then damn news told me. If Boomer hadn't coincidently turned it one I probably won't fucking know." I looked Butch directly in his forest green eyes that i once envied, now i see nothing but emptiness and sorrow...

"I would have told you" He was avoiding my eyes. If they can't look you in the eye, something wrong

"Well you didn't! I'm not gonna waste my energy on you, where's the culprit?"

"Office" The doctor handed me some crutches to help me move around. Once I got in the rhythm of things, I hopped my way to my father's office.


I stood by the door, listening to my father having a heated conversation with someone. "That wasn't the deal Maurice!" There was a moment of silence, which I'm suspecting he was responding. "I don't give a damn about your financial decline, I have a fucking family of my own to handle. Fix this or there will be war. Trust me, you don't wanna go to war with me!" There were more mummers from the other line, I couldn't make out what he was saying but he was in a hushed tone. Obviously trying to calm my father down. "Yes, he was able to get her. We shall all get together and plan this out, AFTER you fix this situation Jojo." And with that, I heard him hang up. I burst into the room, looking less intimidating than I thought I would. I held a deep frown yet my father smiled when he saw me. "Nice to see you own your own two feet"

"Dad, let's not play these games right now. I'm just gonna cut to the chase. I'm not marrying Brick" The atmosphere suddenly changed.

"What's you life purpose then? Huh. You were supposed to be the child to join us together, in the eyes of others. Yet you were gonna be on the inside, helping the Utoniums ultimately prevail and take the Jojo's out from the inside out. Like we planned."

"Who the hell set this life plan for me?"

"Your mother" i unsuccessfully threw a crutch at him.

"No she wouldn't! My mother would NEVER do such a manipulative thing, especially to her one and only daughter! I am a prized possession"

"Blossom you are a TOOL! Stop acting like this, and be a part of this family. I have done all I can for you, now it's time for you to return the favor" He was upset, it was written all over his face. My instincts were kicking in but I had to remember, this man is my father. Some reason my mother was married to him, yet something in me is telling me that man is gone...

"Your way of taking care of me was to ship me off?!WHAT THAT IS DAD?! 14 YEARS of absence. No calls, messages, mail, visits but you did all you could do?! Let me tell you what you could have done. BE A FUCKING FATHER. I'm 23 and I'm still looking for my dad. EITHER YOU LOST YOURSELF OR YOU'RE A DAMN GOOD ACTOR. This man before me is NOT my father and if he is... than I'm no longer his daughter."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I've said it all DAD. I KEEP SAYING THE SAME THINGS, ARE YOU LISTENING?! I'm tired of trying to see the best in you when there is NOTHING to see! This lifestyle has corrupted you, and I'm not going to be a part of it"

"You will do as I say!" He got deadly close to me as if he was going to hurt me. I stood my ground.

"I'm the trained assassin here, so whose calling the shots?"

"ME. I WILL RULE IT ALL!" His face was red and eyes were widen and wet with anger.

"Exactly. That's the problem. No one man can have all that power. Either you will self destruct or I will destroy you myself" I turned around and attempted to hop away but I felt a hard sting on my cheek as I feel. I looked up at my dad as I realized he slapped me. I held my cheek in astonishment, "You have completely LOST IT, and to think I will do anything you say!"

"You will, or you die" My eyes widened at his statement.

"You wouldn't kill your own daughter..." I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and a little voice in my head telling me my dad was not someone to be messed with.

"Why not? I've killed a few of my own wives, hell I even killed your own mother" After her said that, all I saw was red...