My Bad Boy's Gang

Rain Eliza Thompson POV

I ran a hand through my hair and put my books away. "Rain!" My brothers yelled again.

"What!?" I yelled at the top of my lungs; making my voice echo through the house as I threw my head back and waited for a response, but there was none for a few moments.

"No yelling in the house!" One of my brothers yelled back, making me roll my eyes in response at them being hypocritical as always. I finished putting my books away before I ran out of my room and down the steps of the grand staircase.

I have 3 brothers. Three annoying brothers, who I love dearly but sometimes I wish they were a rock so I could chuck them at the wall...to harsh?

Jax was the oldest of all of us at 25, with crystal blue eyes, soft brown hair that curled a bit in the front when it wasn't gelled back.

Ryan was the second oldest at 23, and seemed to be the quiet one but was also a pain in the ass. He had bright crystal eyes, brown caramel colored hair that he always had spiked back and was pretty built; but all my brothers were.

Joel.. Joel was 21, and the youngest and most adored as well as the favorite. Joel and I were the closes; there was no doubt about it. He had dark hair; almost black, striking blue eyes, and definitely a ladies man.

Then there's me who's 18 and I'm graduating High School this year, and I couldn't wait a second longer to be out of school.

"What"? I asked as I walked into the kitchen that they all were sitting around in. The kitchen was lit up with the chandeliers hanging above the island with a marble glossed countertop, with a antique feel.

They were all eating..as usual. "We're suppose to ask you if you did your homework?" Jax asked, setting down his glass of water. I rolled my eyes "Yes, I did," as I grabbed an apple and hopped up on the white and black marble counter top.

"Wheres dad"? I asked curiously. "Work," Ryan answered, with his mouth full of leftover lasagna from last night that probably wasn't even fully cooked all the way considering my brothers made it.

I live with my dad and 3 older brothers. My mom and dad are divorced and she now lives across the country in California, as we're in New York. My mom is now a huge clothing designer and my dad was a lawyer but now became the sheriff. I haven't seen or talk to my mom for 5 years, being the last time I saw her I was 13.

"Rain," My brother Joel snapped his fingers in front of my face. "What?" I asked as I snapped out of my thoughts. "Daydreaming again," He narrowed his eyes at me.

"What time is it?" I asked, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Quarter to 5," Jax stated, looking at his phone to check. I sighed. looking at the clock to see it was indeed quarter to five. "Shit"! I muttered.

"Hey! Watch your fucking language!" Jax teased jokingly, making me roll my eyes in response, "Whatever, I'll be back. I have to go to school for a thing that I left in Mrs. Doyle's room."

Getting off the countertop, I pulled on my black leather jacket and tied my converses before getting my keys and phone from the kitchen table. "Remember the 3 D's!" Ryan yelled, as I walked to the door.

I rolled my eyes again; which I did a lot around them, "Yeah I got it! No drinks, drugs, or, dudes."

I walked out. My brothers are really overprotective for no reason; and it drives me insane! This is why I wish they were a rock sometimes...I walked outside to my truck, getting in the driver's side to leave.

* * * * * * *

When I came to the parking lot of hell aka school, I got out of my locker door and walked straight into the High school because they apparently don't know what security is.

Tightened my leather jacket around me, I walked down the silent empty corridor with a chill going up my spine from how abnormally silent it was, considering there is usually a bunch of screaming teenagers.

my balance and looked down at my converses, I was only in skinny jeans, a gray plain t-shirt, converses, and a leather

note that was

Dear Rain,

room are on top of the door. You may go in and get your books, but make

Sincerely,

~Mrs. Doyle

since freshmen year, when I was completely lost; and still would be

note down and looked up at the door, placing my hands on one side of the wall and my legs on the other and

room that was filled with desk, I grabbed my books that I had left behind earlier yet needed for homework because I

out, locking the door, I headed down the hallway to leave but froze when I heard yelling from men's voices. I stopped and hid behind the corner of the wall filled

built and

one. "Where is it?!" The guy yelled in a cold voice. "I told I don't fucking

figure out where I knew who him from. The guy's voice became demanding, "Do you know what happens

witnessing a drug

was restrained gave the guy a blank

Rain do something!!!

and my heart was pounding and I couldn't get myself to move. Shock took

looped his finger around the trigger, making my

3.........

2........

2 and a half.....

coming out from behind the row

your business, now just let him go!" I

ordered the other me. A man that was well built came over to me and grabbed my hands only to twist them behind my back before I could

Now you tell us your name, or you die," He tsked raising the gun at me, and the guy who had

Well that seems fair...

first thing that came to my mind, "I

sent each other confused looks than me. For a moment, they debated on what to do before their heads snapped back to me. "No!" He

after death," The guy said

GO OR THERE WILL BE MORE BLOOD, THAN

became uncomfortable and I got out of his

around and threw a punch at the man who restrained me. He stumbled back and I punched him a few more times and kicked him

grabbed the gun he had and pointed it at

you won't shoot" He

glared at him "And you're

3........

"Won't shoot," He laughed.

2...........

She thinks she's

1.......

down the hallway, wrapping my finger slightly around the trigger and waiting a moment as I took a deep breath. Pulling the trigger,

them, when alls I did was shoot down the hall in the direction of them, making them let go of the

a punch to each of them; that could knock the leftover uncooked lasagna out of

up to me, grabbing my forearm and pulled me through the halls. "Fuck," He muttered as we came to a dead end of the J hallway; which is the senior hallway usually.

the hallway with him following. I heard gunshots and ran faster;

intake of Axe Cologne and sweat everywhere in the boys locker room. The girls bathroom is dirtier than this so I came in here, plus it was closer than

from running. "In here," I nodded my head then running to the end and opening the trap door in

phone and put it on a flashlight to have some light in the pure darkness, considering I could be in