My Bad Boy's Gang

Chapter 6

Rain's POV from 5 years ago.

BANG!

I ran out of my room and downstairs.

I saw my mom and dad screaming at each other.

"Rain"! Jax yelled who is my oldest brother who's 20.

He grabbed me and pulled me out of the kitchen.

"Rain, stay out of it" He said.

"No! Jax let me go!" I yelled.

Ryan who is 18 ran in and Joel who is 15 ran in.

"They're going at it hard" Ryan said.

Joel walked over to me and hugged me.

I heard something shatter.

My eyes filled with tears and I got out of my brothers grip and ran into the kitchen.

My dad threw things and broke things as my parents yelled and cursed at one another.

My breath hitched and my eye filled with tears, and my heart sunk.

"Stop"! I yelled.

They didn't listen.

Jax, Ryan, and Joel kept trying to break them apart.

My dad yelled at my mom "You f*cking ugly b*tch! Give me the money!"

He's drunk.

"I don't have it!" She yelled.

He smacked her across the face and she stumbled back and fell.

I tried to run up to her but Ryan grabbed me.

I kicked and screamed to let me go.

I saw my dad shatter a glass bottle over my mom's head as Joel and Jax tried getting him to stop.

My dad fumbled for something.

He pulled out a his hand gun.

My eyes widened as tears streamed down my face.

Ryan let go of me and ran up to help my brothers get the gun from him.

I ran up to my mom.

She had cuts and was bleeding from her head.

She looked at me with a broken expression.

She caressed my cheek "I'm alright Rain".

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut and a tear fell down my cheek and she wiped it.

Then my dad got the gun and pulled the trigger, and my mom pushed me out of the way.

"MOM!" I screamed.

Her eyes then fell shut.

No! No! No! This can't be happening! It's just a dream! It's just a dream!

I fell to my knees and cried and my vision went blurry as my mom was passed out and Joel was on the

phone with 911 and Jax and Ryan wrestled my dad for the gun.

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Ryker's POV from 5 years ago.

"F*ck you"! I yelled at my current foster father as he slapped me across the face.

"Listen here, Ryker!" He gritted and grabbed my shirt "You're a 15, asswhole! No wonder your parents

got rid of you".

I clenched my jaw and glared at him "They didn't get rid of me, you drunk!"

"O really"? He gritted and pushed me back into the wall and I fell into some broken glass "Why else

would they just abandoned you"!?

"They didn't have the money"! I yelled.

That's a lie.

He punched me again.

I've been in prison 8 times, and have been in 32 foster cares.

"You better watch it, or Melanie gets it"! He threatened.

I got up and grabbed his shirt and gritted "You touch her, you f*cking die"!

Melanie is my little sister who's only 1.

He smirked and I punched him repeatedly in the gut, so much that he coughed up blood.

I heard sirens.

Great!

Cops barged in and two handcuffed me right away.

They pushed me out and pushed me down to the hood of the cop car.

"You have the right to remain silent" The cop instructed stern.

I rolled my eyes.

I've done this before......

They pushed me into the cop car and drove off.

We came to the jail.

They pushed me in and kept my hands handcuffed behind my back.

I clutched my fist as I walked threw.

"Ryker Anderson" A familiar voice said.

I smirked "Sheriff Thompson, nice to see you again".

His smirk fell and said "Your cell is waiting".

Then they shoved me into my normal cell and unhandcuffed me.

I rubbed my wrist "You know you should get more f*cking comfortable handcuffs" I yelled.

"Well keep that in mind" Sheriff Thompson said.

Sheriff Thompson is a complete Asswhole.

I'd hate to be his kids.....

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"I get a phone call" I said in a bored tone.

"Ryker, you've been here so many times; that phone call doesn't come to you anymore".

"Its my right" I declared.

"You're 15, you have no rights" He snapped.

"Let me have a f*cking phone call!" I yelled and shook the bars of the jail cell.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Rain, you can not keep acting out like this" Mrs. Doyle lectured me.

"I'm not acting out"! I defended as I looked up at her as I was sitting in a desk and she stood in front of

her desk.

"Rain is their something going on home"? She asked.

I bit my lip.

She sighed "Do we need to put you back into therapy and counseling"?

"No!" I blurted to fast "I'm just under a lot of pressure" I admitted and fidgeted with my hands.

"Rain if your grades keep coming like this-".

"Hey Mom" Neil said as they whole gang walked in.

They apparently help Mrs. Doyle after school for community service or something.

"Hey kids" She smiled "Just get to work" then turning back to me.

"Grades up, and behaving in class" She narrowed her eyes at me.

I nodded and stood up, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Miss Thompson" Mrs. Grave; my principal said as she walked in "Sit down".

"Right, when I thought I was a loud to leave hell" I muttered and sat back down.

"You have a make-up test to do" She said and placed a piece of paper on my desk "Complete it, then

you may go home".

It's already 2 and school ended.

She walked out and I scanned over the paper and grabbed a pen from my backpack.

"See this is a test, I'm going to fail" I pointed out to Mrs. Doyle.

She shook her head.

History of Arts is basically music for us.

I went threw it and did it without a problem surprisingly.

Mrs. Doyle raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged "It was just a bunch of music notes that you had to read".

"Do you play an instrument"? She asked.

I nodded "Piano, when my mom taught me. But haven't played in awhile it just kind of stuck" I

shrugged.

"Oh, so you're a pianist" Reece said.

"Was" I corrected "I actually had auditions for art schools but just quit".

I quit because my mom was gone for 2 years by that point and my dad was to pressuring.

"You want me to do anything before I go"? I asked Mrs. Doyle.

"If you could go grab the vacuum, that'd be great" She said.

"Where is it"? I asked.

"In the cafeteria" She said.

I groaned "That's across the building"!

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Fine" I muttered "I'm never offering to do anything again".

"Ryker go with her" Mrs. Doyle instructed.

I groaned again.

"Let's go princess, I'll get it so you don't break a nail" Ryker smirked walking over to me.

My eyes widened and jaw dropped "I'd watch it Anderson".

"The only thing I'm going to watch is your ass" he winked.

I stomped on his foot. HARD.

He said "Ow! That f*cking hurt! What the heck do you have heels on underneath"!? As he referred to

my Converses.

I laughed "Ha! Me in heels?! Ya right....".

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"Let's go f*ck boy" I said.

"Rain, no cursing in school!" Mrs. Doyle scowled.

"Yeah, watch your f*cking language Thompson" Ryker smirked.

I rolled my eyes and walked out and he followed me.

"You know that uniforms really fits you" He winked.

I warned "I would stop".

"O come on princess" He said "Have a little fun" he slung an arm over my shoulder.

I grabbed his arm and twisted in back.

"Ok! Ow! You can give me back my arm"! He yelled.

I let go of his arm and we walked down the hallway.

I came to a staircase and we walked up.

We came to the cafeteria eventually.

I went to open the door but it was locked.

I sighed and turned to Ryker "Give me a lift up".

He raised an eyebrow.

"Just do it".

He cupped his hands together and I stepped up and I said knowingly "I have shorts on under this, so

no point in looking up my skirt".

"Aww sweetheart you know me so well" He smirked.

I grabbed the pipe and pulled myself up and climbed up to the went and grabbed the key.

Yes they hide the key in the vent...

I jumped down.

Ryker looked amused "Nice".

I unlocked the cafeteria and walked in.

I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and walked out then locking the cafeteria again.

We walked down the hallway and I pulled the vacuum behind me.

"Hold on I have to stop at my locker" I said and walked to my locker and opened it and grabbed a

textbook for History.

"You're lockers a mess" He said.

It's not a mess, I just have textbooks everywhere it's not like I have random papers everywhere.

"Ya well" I trailed off and shut my locker door.

"You're not most like most girls, Thompson" He said shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Why do you only call me Thompson"? I asked.

He shrugged "Because....."

I rolled my eyes "You're explanations are very detailed".

I came back to Mrs. Doyle's room and handed her the vacuum cleaner.

"Thank you Rain, Ryker" She said.

"Yep, well see you in detention tomorrow" I said fixing my backpack on my shoulder.

"No, the goal is I won't see you in detention" She said narrowing her eyes at me.

"Nope, we both know that's not going to happen" I said.

Chuckles came from everyone and Mrs. Doyle just narrowed her eyes at me.

"Well I'm going, I'm already going to get killed for being late" I said and dragged my skateboard out

from underneath the desk, and stepping onto it and skating out

"No skateboarding in the halls Rain"! Mrs. Doyle yelled as I skated down the hallway.

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I ran inside and put my skateboard down.

"You're lucky dad, will be home in a minute" Jax said.

I sighed in relief.

I walked in the kitchen and sat down at the island.

"How was school"? Ryan asked as they were all making dinner.

"Long" I said.

"That's High School for you" Joel said.

"I'm home"! My dad called as he walked inside and came into the kitchen.

We all went to the table and sat down for dinner.

"How was your day"? My dad asked all of us as we began to eat.

"Tiring" Jax said.

"Busy" Ryan said.

"Boring" Joel said.

"Long" I said.

"So Rain" My dad started and I started to take a sip of my water.

"I was thinking about starting your modeling career again" He finished.

I spit the water out.

"Rain!" He yelled.

"Thanks a lot Rain. Now I got your spit all over me" Ryan said as he wiped the water I spit out on him;

by accident.

"What?! Why?!" I asked.

I used to be a model from when I was 14-16 and it was horrible!

I was forced into because of my aunts being stuck up b*tches.

"Well you need the money for college don't you..." He said.

"Yeah but-" I started.

"No, I already called an agent" He said.

"But that's not fair"! I defended.

"Rain Eliza! Do not raise your voice at me! I am your father, anything I say is fair"! He yelled.

I clenched my jaw and got up from my chair and walked upstairs.

I walked into my room and slammed my door shut.

I hated modeling, they make women look like objects.

Then he wants me to focus on school! It's impossible!

I sighed and plopped down on my bed.

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I grabbed an apple and walked out of the cafeteria.

I was walking to my down the hall.

"Hey Rain" A voice called.

I turned around to see Blake; the school quarterback.

He jogged up to me.

"Hi"? I raised an eyebrow, I mean why would the school quarterback be talking to me?

I'm not popular, but I'm not an outcast or nerd, I'm just here.

He was good-looking; I admit it.

With his messyish styled hair and hazel eyes. He wore jeans and a plain colored t-shirt and a

Letterman jacket.

"Sooo" He trailed off.

"Blake what do you want"? I asked.

"A date with you" He said.

I narrowed my eyes at him "Very funny Blake! If this is some kind of joke you can end it now"!

I'm not getting played, because I've learned that the hard way.

He gave me a confused look "What"?

"If you're playing some sick joke, it's not funny" I said.

"No Rain-I'm not playing a 'joke'. I was being serious. Would you like to go on a date with me"? He

asked.

I bit my lip and suddenly felt guilty for acting like a b*tch.

"When"? I asked.

"Friday"?

I nodded "Ok".

He grinned "Ok, I'll text you".

I nodded and walked away.

I walked into outside and walked to the parking lot and opened my tailgate of my truck and climbed on

and sat on it and took out my phone and ate my apple. I haven't really sat with anyone at lunch since

all my friends went off to college.

"Hey loner!" Voices called.

I looked to see the gang.

They walked up to me.

"This is yours"? Neil asked referring to my truck.

"No, I just opened it up and decided to sit down on someones" I said sarcastically.

They chuckled.

"Why are you eating lunch by yourself"? Liz asked.

"Because all my friends went off to college" I said.

They nodded.

My phone rang.

I held up my index finger to them; saying 1 minute.

"Hello"? I answered.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you, dad's picking you up in like a 30 seconds for some modeling thing so be

ready" Jax said.

"Screw you" I said hopping off my tailgate and shutting it, then throwing my apple into the garbage can

that was a couple yards away.

He laughed "Just be ready".

I hung up and saw my dad's black escalade come up.

"I got to go, that's my dad" I said.

"Rain"! He yelled.

"Why are you leaving school" Craig asked as I grabbed my backpack.

"Some family thing" I lied then running over and opening the passenger door and getting in and

buckling in.

"Hey honey" My dad smiled and took off.

"Hi" I mumbled.

"Rain, I know you are not happy about this but it'll help you with your college tuition" He said.

I said "It's not fair! You help Jax, Ryan, and Joel with their college tuition".

"Yes, but you were raised to do things yourself" He said "I raised you better then them".

I scoffed "You did not raise me, Mom did".

"You do not speak off her" He warned tensing up.

I closed my eyes shut then take a breath and opening up my eyes before I flip out.

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I walked in and my snobby Aunt Kate was there.

She smiled and hugged me "Hi dear"!

I rolled my eyes as she hugged me and pulled away.

She warned "Smile Rain, and pretend to have fun".

"Hi you must be Rain Thompson" A lady about her 40's walked up to me.

I nodded.

"And you must be her mother Kate Thompson" The lady said to my aunt.

"No, actually her aunt" My aunt Kate corrected.

The lady apologized and forced a smile.

"Rain f*cking Thompson! Is that you?!" A very familiar voice said.

I turned around to see Stella one of my old modeling friends.

My eyes widened and I ran up and hugged her.

She laughed "O my God! It's been so long"!

I pulled away and nodded.

My hair and make up was done and my hair was curled.

My hairs usually just wavy-ish.

I was put into a black over-sized long sleeve loose sweater that had wholes in it and had one shoulder

covered and the other was side was down more.

Don't know if that made sense....

"Rain! Let's go"! They yelled.

"Good Luck since you haven't modeled in...2 years" Stella said.

I rolled my eyes and walked over in front of the whole white backdrop.

"Alright Rain, were shooting for 'sexy' so just do whatever makes you feel comforter" The photographer

instructed.

Nothing about this makes me feel comfortable.....

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I ran a hand threw my hair and kept a straight serious face and wished this was over!

"Okay that's a wrap" The lady said.

Thank God!

I got up and walked off set.

I grabbed a water-bottle and took a sip.

"You still got it Thompson" Stella teased.

I rolled my eyes "Yeah well, I still hate it. My dad's forcing me back into modeling for 'college tuition

money'."

She stared at me confused "Not to be rude or anything, but your family is one of the richest families in

NY".

I said "I know, but my dad said 'I raised you right, and you can handle things by yourself'."

"That crap" She said and took a sip of her water.

I nodded and the lady that instructs for L'Oreal came over.

"Pictures will be reviewed and posted by Thursday" She said.

I nodded "Okay. Can I go home"?

She nodded "Just sign out".

My Aunt Kate had to leave because she had to go take care of her kids.

I grabbed my backpack "Alright. Bye Stel".

"Bye" She said and hugged me.

I walked out still in the over sized sweater and just the plain black underwear but the sweater covered

most part of my butt, plus I just was walking out to my car.

They let us keep the products we used, so I'm keeping the sweater!

I got in my truck and drove away.

My phone buzzed.

Joel: Hey can you pick up some food from the store for dinner

Me: Yeah, fine

Great! Now I have to go into the store looking like this!

I parked and tied my high-top converses quickly then getting out and shutting the door and walking up

to the Walmart.

The doors opened automatically and I walked in and people stared at me and guys gaped, but I

ignored it.

I grabbed a basket and ran to the back of the store ignoring peoples stares.

I scanned over the aisles and grabbed ingredients.

"Whoa" I heard a voice say.

I turned around to see Ryker and Neil.

"Some family thing" Ryker said with his eyes roaming my body.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face "Eyes up here".

"I mean when you're wearing something like that....." Neil trailed off and they both looked back at me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the rest of the ingredients then putting them in the basket I was holding.

"Guys what's taking you so long-" Craig then stopped and his eyes widened "Thompson"!?

I said "Look, I'm not here to get checked out and for guys to think of me as an object. I had some

things-just it doesn't matter. But if you think I'm some easy bang, get it out of your heads now" I stared

directly at Ryker and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Awww, sweetheart" He said "I'm way out of your league anyway".

Neil said "Dude, I think you might be out of her league".

Ryker rolled his eyes "Whatever. I don't do minors".

"Minors"? I questioned raising an eyebrow.

He nodded "I'm 20.."

"I'm 18, making me a legal adult" I remarked.

He waved me off.

I rolled my eyes "Well, I got to go. Bye".

"See you in detention"! Craig called and I turned around and flipped him off.