Miles, Rosy and Scourge belong to Sega. The rest are all mine :)

Ch. 2 Hell of a Life

I walked into the warehouse, my hands stuffed into my jean pockets. The older members looked to me and nodded respectfully. I nodded back, giving a few hand slaps to my dad's friends. Most people say I walk as if my hips were flexible as a rubber band. I fail to believe that but the way these girls keep staring at me, I guess I need to start to. I walked into the tech room. "Yo Miles," I yelled as the yellow fox turned to me. We did a hand shake before him turning the computer.

"The cameras are all set, Scourge," he said, his British accent appearing. I nodded.

"Show me the girl." He fiddled with a few buttons before a camera set in the kitchen popped up showing Rosy and a woman who was older than her that had dark blue eyes and curly hot pink hair. They looked a little bit alike.

"So, Scourge is his name," the woman said. I raised an eyebrow. She was talking about me?

"Yes and he's annoying," she replied, sounding annoyed. "He practically forced me into a date with him!" Her point?

"Well maybe he likes you. You're hot, girl, get used to it." Rosy shook her head.

"No, Auntie, he's just irritating."

"Then why'd you talk to him," she asked with a chuckle as she took a sip of wine.

"I thought he was someone else. Total mistake."

"Well, is he cute?"

"Well he's hot but that's not the point." I smirked.

"That is the point. Who knows, he may turn out to be your perfect man."

"Auntie, he's not…" she started, looking down. Aw hell no. "He looks like Daniel. Same eyes, same hair, same accent."

"SHIT," I yelled, making Miles flinch slightly.

"Aw hell," her aunt said before drowning down her drink. "I gotta cut his dick off." The fuck you're not, lady.

"Auntie, no. He's lethal."

"So am I with a shotgun!" Rosy let out a laugh.

"I'm serious, I'll handle it."

"How? What plan do you have that is asshole proof that won't get you killed?"

"Well…he doesn't know that I know who he is. Maybe I can get close enough to him and get some answers, then I'll call the police or-"

"Or I can kill his ass."

"Auntie!"

"What? He raped you and now you have Daniel."

"But I love Daniel. He's my baby boy," she said, her eyes softening. So she loves our son? Interesting.

"I know you do. We all love Daniel. How can we not? But what that man has done to you is unforgiveable."

"What if he didn't mean to do it? What if he was forced to?" My heart softened a bit. She knew what I did to her but yet she still had some faith it wasn't all me.

"One date. If you're not home by 2 in the morning, I'm calling the cops. Understand?"

"Yes, Auntie. But maybe I'll be home sooner than that. I'm not planning on sleeping with him."

"Better not be." She let out a laugh. Her aunt pecked a kiss on Rosy's forehead before telling her goodnight and that she loved her before going out the room. Rosy hugged herself.

"Or at least I hope he was forced to," she murmured to herself before leaving the room.

"Want me to follow her," Miles asked. I shook my head.

"No, thank you Miles." I walked out the room to my dad's office. My best friend, Dante, and his dad, Trey, were in there as well. Dante did our handshake with me before leaning back against the wall, arms crossed against his chest. I wanted to compliment on his new orange snake bites but this wasn't the time or place. "Miles has the cameras set up," I told my father.

"Good. She knows, doesn't she?" he replied, his accent much stronger than mine.

"Yes but she's going to act like she doesn't because she thinks it's gonna make me open up to her."

"We heard their conversation. I want her dead, Scourge. I don't care what it takes. If you have to kill her aunt, then do it. We could use your son so leave him alone."

"As if I'd hurt him anyway."

"Whatever. I just want her dead."

"Found her father yet?"

"Yep but we're gonna wait. He'll be pleased to know his little baby is gone and it was all his fault." I nodded once before turning. "Don't screw this up, Scourge."

"Whatever," I growled, walking out. Dante followed me. "Let's go home," I told him. I yelled to Miles for him to send some signals to my laptop from the surveillance cameras. Suddenly the thought of Rosy's stalker comment popped into my mind. I smirked. Guess I lied to her. Dante nudged my shoulder.

"Dude," he said, his Italian accent put on the down low. "Don't fall for her."

"I'm trying D, but she's just so pretty." He chuckled.

"Seriously? Get back with your fuck buddy if you want pretty." We hopped into his car.

"I guess. She was just different."

"Because she doesn't like you?"

"I don't know. She's just…different."

"Because she had your child?"

"Different."

"Because she's something you can't have?"

"Shut up."

"There's the reason. Scourge, you don't wanna screw both your lives up."

"I know but, she has my son. I haven't seen him the first five years of his life. I feel so bad about that."

"I know but when the girl's out the way. You'll get to see him the rest of your life."

"Which will be what, till next week?" We both let out a laugh. I was so reckless that we always joked about how long had left to live before I did something so stupid, I'd get myself killed. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing a received a text from an unfamiliar number. I smirked, opening the message.

Hey, it's ROSALINDA, the text said. I chuckled. She really had to emphasize her name for me to get the point. I saved her number under Rosy before texting back.

Hey Rose ;)

(-_-) You're an ass.

Thank you babe ;)

You're not welcome.

So watcha doin?

Listening to my son read.

You have a son?

(-_-) Yes, I do.

What's his name?

Daniel Drew.

Ohh. Sounds nice. How old is he?

None of your business.

I really like you too ;)

She didn't text back after that. Guess I pissed her off. We walked into the house, turning on some lights. No one seemed to be home – yet anyway. I went into my room, pulling out my phone just as she texted back.

Whatever. I called her, wanting to hear her angelic voice. "What," she answered.

"Hola," I said smoothly.

"What do you want, Scourge?"

"I just wanted to tell you goodnight."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just felt like it."

"Oh. Well goodnight to you too I guess…" I smirked.

"Goodnight," I said before hanging up.

X

"Come on, hit me," I said, putting up my fists. It was Thursday now, only two more days till my date with Rosy. I was actually getting a little giddy about it. There was just something about her that drew me to her. I hoped it wasn't the fact that I couldn't have her but a challenge did always interest me.

"You hit me first," Dante said. We were in combat practice. Our gang didn't play around. We were constantly in training with guns, combat, even seduction. It was no question why we were so elite. I threw a punch at Dante that he dodged easily. He and I were good combat partners. Both of us were evenly matched so we messed each other up pretty good most of the time. People still wonder how we can be best friends though we fuck each other up every week for training.

He threw a punch to my leg, hitting my calf. Shit. He smirked. "Come on, pretty boy," he teased. I growled playfully.

"You're going down D." I threw a punch to his face, hitting him square in the jaw. He stumbled back a bit before tackling me. We both threw punches to each other while dodging. Both of us barely got any hits because of our skills. I kicked him off me. I pinned him to the ground by sitting on him, throwing punches to his stomach. He got punches to my chest and jaw. It's a good thing we both weren't doing any damage. Then we'd really start fighting. He punched me off him. He was quick to circle around me and get my head into a lock. I beat on his arms. He seemed to be loosening up the hold. It was like 9 in the morning. Too early for this shit. I kneed him in the stomach, making him let go and fall onto his back. I turned and he kicked me right in the stomach. I groaned, bending over, holding my stomach. "Nice shot," I muttered.

"Thanks," he said, sitting up and grabbing my shoulders. We put our strengths against each other, trying to get the other down so one of us could have the upper advantage. I threw a punch to his leg, catching him off guard and making him fall. I started knocking the tan off of him. "Damn asshole," he yelled, starting to dodge. I chuckled.

"As if you should talk." He rolled his forest green eyes, his orange hair falling into his face. He blew it out before I pimp slapped him. He smacked me back. Before we knew it, it was a smack match, both of us laughing our asses off. We're the two weirdest people on earth, I swear.

"Are you two idiots done," I heard a female Hispanic accented voice say. We stopped fighting to look up at our visitor. She had long lime green straight hair with ice blue eyes similar to mine but she was tanner than me with a tall curvy body.

"Hey babe," Dante said, pushing me off him. He got up and hugged her.

"Hi," she said, pecking a kiss on his lips.

"Barf me," I said with a roll of my eyes. She glared at me.

"Oh shut up, Scourge."

"Fuck no."

"He's just mad because I just beat his ass," Dante teased.

"Haha, yea right," I said, getting up. "What are you even doing here, Javiera," I asked my sister.

"Is it a crime to see my boyfriend," she said, hugging Dante closer. Growing up, they had always liked each other but were afraid of what would happen since they're complete opposites. Dante was more of a punk rock guy and Javiera was a tough girly girl. Seemed like a perfect match to me though.

"Where the hell is my nephew," I asked. Yes, they had a son together named Caden which means Fighter.

"Home. Where's my nephew?" I guess I should mention that Daniel was not my only child. He was just my first one. Javier is my other one. He's from my ex-girlfriend, Fiona. I named him after Javiera because she was the one who was most supportive to Fiona during the pregnancy.

"With his mom," I said, wiping some blood from my mouth. "I'm picking him up later."

"Good. I miss him," Javiera said, poking her pink lips out in a pout.

"I know. You'll see him later."

"I better. Bye bro." She looked to Dante. "Bye lover boy." He smirked, kissing her softly. I looked away. It was terrible to see your best friend kissing your sister. But Dante treated her like a princess. I was glad she ended up with him instead of some psycho. "I love you," I heard her tell him.

"I love you the most, Javia," he told her. I could hear the smile in his voice. I heard them kiss one more time before hearing her footsteps. I looked up.

"You two are disgusting," I said. He smirked.

"Don't worry, you're still my babe, Scourge." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please." He chuckled before slapping me again. "You're getting it now."

"Show me what you got then, bro." I shook my head, putting my fists up and throwing another punch to his jaw.

X

"Get back here you bastard," Fiona yelled as she opened the door. Her dark blue eyes looked to me, her curly auburn hair turning into devil horns as she glared at me.

"Javier, daddy's here," I yelled into the house.

"Daddy," he yelled happily. His three year old feet ran to the door. He smiled up at me, his ice blue eyes gleaming. He looked more like Fiona than me but he did have my eyes and my attitude. "Hi dad," he yelled.

"Hey, got your stuff." He nodded, holding up his suitcase. I nodded to my car in the driveway. He didn't even say anything to his mother, just ran past her and to my car. I glared back at her. "Didn't I tell you to stop cursing at him," I said darkly.

"I really don't care. He came out my body, I'll do whatever I want to him. It's not like you don't curse around him."

"He hears me curse but I don't curse at him. Nor do I beat him as bad as you do. He only needs a pop in the head, not a full blown belt whooping. He's three years old."

"Your point?" I rolled my eyes.

"You're gonna be cut out of his life, you keep mistreating him like this. He doesn't even love you anymore."

"I really don't give a flying fuck. You're the one who wanted to keep the little demon."

"Whatever," I said, turning and going to my car. Fiona slammed her front door. Stupid bitch. I drove to my mansion in which I lived in with Dante, Javiera, Caden, and my older brother Sean. Javiera was my twin but Sean was older than us by three years. I helped Javier out his car seat before walking with him up to the door. He walked in and ran into the living room to play with Caden. They were the same age so I wasn't really worried. Besides, they got along like they were brothers. Just like me and Dante except they're actually related. I heard Sean doing some girl in his room as I made my way to my own. My eyes rolled. Sean was a player. He was the main flirt in our gang and was put to good use half the time but when it wasn't business, it was just plain annoying. I left the door open for Javier but I laid on my bed, pulling out my phone. I dialed her number before putting it up to my ear.

"Hi," I said softly. I loved her voice. So soft and gentle. Her lips looked the same from what I remember.

"Hey. How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Sore." She giggled.

"Why? What'd you do?"

"Got in a fight. My friend fucked me up." She laughed.

"What were you two fighting over?"

"Nothing. Just for the fun of it."

"Oh." I looked as Javiera came into my room.

"The fuck do you want," I asked her.

"Don't curse at me, asshole," she yelled at me. I heard Rosy giggle on the other end.

"Get out."

"Javier's tired." She pushed him into the room lightly. He was rubbing his eyes, his suitcase in hand.

"Alright. Come here, bud," I told him. He put his suitcase near his small dresser before climbing onto the bed. "Now get out," I told my sister.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

"None of your damn business now get the fuck out," I yelled throwing a pillow at her, making her shut the door. "Sorry about that," I told Rosy through the phone. She was laughing.

"Who were you yelling at?"

"My damn sister."

"Why?"

"She wouldn't get out my room." I looked down at Javier as he whined sleepily. I ran a hand through his wavy auburn hair. "I know you're tired, bud. Go put your pajamas on," I told him softly. He did as he was told, going into the bathroom.

"Now who were you talking to?"

"My son, Javier."

"Oh. How old is he?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me how old Daniel is?"

"Probably not." I rolled my eyes.

"He's three."

"Aww."

"Yea, he's pretty cute. He's tired right now," I said, looking to him as he emerged from the bathroom with his pajama pants on, shirtless. He wanted to be just like me. That's how I slept so that's how he slept.

"Daddy, I'm sleepy," he whined, rubbing his eyes again.

"Alright, come here." I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Aww, he sounds so adorable! I'll let you go so goodnight."

"Goodnight babe," I said before hanging up. I picked up Javier, laying him down under the covers. I preferred he slept with me when he was over here. Fiona always had men over her house and sometimes they did bad things to him. I reported it over and over to social services but she always got him back. While he was at my house, I made sure nothing was gonna happen to him. He was my little boy and I was gonna protect him not matter what. I took off my shirt and my pants, leaving me in boxers, after kicking off my shoes. I climbed under the covers, wrapping an arm around Javier who was already asleep. I closed my eyes and went to sleep as well.

X

"Stop it," I heard my mom yell. My eyes shot open. "Jules, cut it out!" I sat up in my bed. Javiera also poked her face out from her covers.

"Scourge," she whimpered.

"Shut up," I growled, getting out my bed.

"What are you doing," she asked softly, getting up.

"Stay there, Javia."

"But-"

"No buts, just stay here." Sean was up as well. He walked out with me. We creeped to the doorway of the kitchen. Mom and dad were fighting again. Dad had mom up against the counter, a knife to her neck.

"Stop screaming you stupid little bitch," he growled.

"Are you afraid I'll wake the kids and they'll see the true monster you are?" He knocked her to the ground with a punch.

"Mom," I yelled before I could stop myself. They both looked to me. Mom forced a smile before coming over to me.

"Hi baby, what's wrong," she asked, running her fingers through my hair. I glared up at my father.

"What are you staring at, Lucifer?" My mom shot him a stern look.

"His name is Scourge."

"Same thing."

"Mom," I whispered. She looked back to me, her face softening.

"Just go back to sleep, baby." My dad took out his gun, pointing it to my mom's head. My eyes widened. Before I could warn her, the boom rang through my ears.

"No," I yelled, shooting up in my bed. I was sweating, tears falling from my eyes. I had woken Javier. He was looking up at me.

"What's wrong daddy? Why you screaming," he asked, rubbing his one eye.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," I said, wiping my eyes. "Go back to sleep."

"But if you cry, I cry daddy." I smiled down at him.

"Don't cry. Daddy's not crying. We're going back to sleep. Come on, lay down." He obeyed. I laid down and he cuddled up next to me, falling asleep again. I sighed, hugging him closer. I swore I would never treat my kids like my father did. And the woman, I end up with, I'll never hit her a day in my life. Rosy flashed through my mind. I didn't want to kill her, did I? But I had to. What other choice did I have? Hopefully she'll forgive me one day if I just convince my father to kill her dad already. Then we could be together. It won't end good either way. But there's no way in Hell, I'll be able to kill her. No, no, Scourge, what are you doing? I'm going to kill her. I have to. It's my only option. That date on Saturday better be great – it's the last one we'll ever have.

So I gave you a little look into Scourge's life here. He's such a good father. Next chap's the date! Wonder how that's gonna go.

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