Hey! Dreamteam here with PoisonDuchess! We decided to work on a story together so here ya go!
Sadly this is not a happy tale… So I suggest you go to a different story because there will be drugs and physical/mental abuse later on.
So I would suggest you go to another story if this does notplease you.
Chapter 4:
Rex growled fiercely as he punched the EVO henchman several yards back. The EVOs flew into the concrete wall, making the small bakery unstable. The building began to shake and the whole wall collapsed on the henchmen. The rest of the building followed and soon fell to rumble. The two EVos laid there, groaning as their bodies took in the pain.
Rex whipped his head around and growled fiercely. A providence grunts began to fire at him, making his anger level rise. Six ran around the crossfire, his eyes locked on Doctor Holiday. He slipped his katanas back into his sleeves and kneeled to the ground. Doctor Holiday sat up and rubbed her head, using her other arm for support.
"Are you okay?" Six's voice was full of unconditional worry, which was new for his usual stoic tone. Doctor Holiday looked up at him before quickly turning her head to see where the gunshots were coming from.
"What are they doing?!" she asked very violently. She immediately got to her feet, her legs wobbling like crazy. Six helped her up, knowing she would bicker and argue if he didn't.
César stood behind the grunts, not believing what was happening. He clenched his fists tightly and threw them to his sides.
"¿Qué la gente piensa que está haciendo? You are only angering him further!" he yelled out. The grunts stopped firing to only begin once more as Rex charged at them. (What do you people think you are doing?!)
Rex kicked half of the grunts backed with his punk busters. His vibrant green eyes began to glow more intensely, signaling he was really pissed off. He knocked all the grunts to the ground, not giving them a chance to fight back. César walked up to his little EVO brother and began to talk comforting words.
"Rex, cálmate. Nadie va a hacerte daño. Soy el único aquí, ¿ves?" César made a sweeping gesture, indicating the unconscious providence grunts.(Rex, calm down. No one is going to hurt you. I'm the only one here, see?)
Rex's punkbusters fell to pieces as so did his smack hand and B.F.S. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, as he collapsed to the ground. César was quickly at his side, soothing him.
He sat on the ground, criss cross apple sauce, with Rex on his lap. He wrapped his arms around Rex's back and softly patted his shoulder. Rex sobbed heavily into his shoulder, making a wet spot of tears on his tan vest. Doctor Holiday and Six rushed over to the scene. Six seemed to be glued to the ground while Doctor Holiday sat on the ground next to the two brothers, helping César calm down the crying teen
Rex was soon asleep with César cradling him in his arms. Everything was quiet exept for a few whimpers.
"That was quite an expected move." Quarry emerged from th truck parked on the side of the road.
"Not now." Holiday whispered under her breath when she stood up. "What do you want?"
"I think Rex owes me, and you know how much I love an even score."
"He owes you nothing!" Holiday defended. César looked up, hopelessly trapped under the sleeping teen.
"Oh Holiday, you only know as much as Rex about his past. I could say anything and for all you know, it's true."
"Just leave before we arrest you again!" Holiday spat with anger.
Quarry looked over at Rex. He looked exhausted, already forming bruises under his tattered clothes. Quarry walked toward the boy. César wrapped his arms tighter around Rex and Holiday slid in between the Salazars and Quarry.
Quarry kept walking and simply picked Holiday up and moved her.
"Let go!" She hissed and struggled. Quarry had a strong grip on her shoulders.
César scratched hopelessly at Quarry's rock hard skin as he kicked César back and lifted Rex up. Rex's eyes fluttered open, but quickly slid closed with exhaustion. Quarry stood in the back of the truck as Holiday screamed at the top of her lungs. It was amazing how long it could last, and by the time she ran out if air the truck was gone. Holiday turned around to a César sitting on the ground rubbing his chest where he had been kicked.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Holiday questioned
"What?" César asked.
"Your brother was just taken from you!" She was back to screaming again.
"Yes. Yes he was. And it isn't the first time. I'm sorry i'm not strong or skilled, or important," César listed. "But I do care, a lot. And right now, I don't really know what to do."