Chapter 7
"South-side"
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
Jesus Vs Thug: Street fight
Jesus threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to Thug, hitting his jaw with such force that blood began to pool in his mouth. I could only imagine the amount of pain that must have erupted from the point of impact. The opponent grasped his head in his hands and brought his knee cap up to Jesus' nose, there was a blunt crack and he released the dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both Jesus' nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into his opponents stomach, which the man repaid by sending a sloppy punch to his jaw. Jesus continued this battering until he fell to the floor.
The crowd, who had chattered and cheered for their local favorite, became completely silent as Jesse brought the man to unconsciousness, ultimately winning the fight and the respect of the crowd.
I stood among the sidelines with my arms crossed, watching the fight with an emotionless expression. It was over within mere seconds yet it felt like a lifetime as I watched the dark haired boy move around the pit with such fire that I could almost feel myself being hit from the flames.
He hadn't changed much.
The dark hair, small features, tiny height.
It's surprising how little someone could change in 5 years.
The street fighter looked at the audience, his eyes diverting from face to face, as if he was looking for somebody. His gaze caught mine and his eyes widened considerably before he jumped out of the pit, walking in the opposite direction to where I was situated. I knew from his eyes that he was sending me a silent message to follow him, so I did.
I found him sat on a railing, outside of a launderettes. I sat next to him without saying a word. The cold wind ruffed my hair and made me shiver against the cool air, despite it not seeming to affect the man next to me.
" You got a smoke?"
" Sure." The mans voice was deeper and rough, his hand dived into his pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He used his lighter to light it, took a drag and then handed it to me.
I lost myself in the ecstasy of the smoke. It relaxed me instantly as the dark mixture intoxicated my lungs.
"How've you been, Jess?" I breathed out, passing him the cigarette.
"Think I should be asking you that, Quinn. You just disappeared." He didn't look at me, but I knew despite the emotionless facade, I hurt him when I left.
"Feds raided the house." I took another drag, "Got rid of us all before we could look back."
"Where'd they go?" He asked, trying not to look interested.
"No idea." I turned around so I was looking at him properly, "Social worker split us first chance she got and wouldn't tell me. I haven't saw them since."
Jesse held onto the cancer stick tightly, I was almost certain that it was going to break in half. "So why are you back now? After all these years?"
His eyes were focused on me now, I could see the vivid desperation dancing in his eyes. "New fosters live about 30 minutes away." He looked at me confused, I chuckled. "Gold coast. They're basically the Bill Gates of Chicago judging by all the money they have."
"Wow." He raised his eyebrows, "Never would've guessed that Rocky Quinn would end up living with all the posh bitches up North."
"You're telling me," I laughed.
He hesitated, "I came out."
My head moved faster then I would've believed possible as I stared at him in shock, "Out of the closet?"
He nodded his head, " Yep, Pops tried to kill me."
I shrugged nonchalantly, I knew we both expected it to happen. Jesse's father was a volatile and dangerous man. "Iva-"
" No." Jess shook his head instantly, "Don't say his name."
I looked at him sympathetically, "Even after all this time?" He knew exactly what I meant.
" Yeah."
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"FUCK." Jess half screamed, half laughed as I hurled egg after egg at my old foster home.
"Take that you old hags." I screamed amusingly at the bitch who walked out of the house, hitting her square in the face with one of the flying eggs.
Suddenly, loud sirens met our ears so we bolted down the road as fast as a cheetah. As soon as the sirens stopped, we paused to catch our breath and burst out laughing.
"God, I've missed this." I panted, accepting the stick that Jesse passed me. "I've been on a tight leash since I've been on probation."
"Probation? Damn Quinn, how much have I missed?" Jess chuckled, taking out another cigarette for himself.
"Too much." I leaned my head back onto the wall, a small smile on my lips.
"Rocky?"
I jumped up, fully opening my eyes at the familiar voices. Jesse spun around, trying to find whoever it was that called me.
I signed as I caught sight of two similar faces on the other side of the road.
Kace and Kane both looked at me shocked, but I knew for a fact that their expressions couldn't match mine.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kane asked curiously, while Kace resumed to his normal glaring eyes.
"I should be asking you the same question. You're on the wrong side of town. Why are the perfect rich boys in the South side? I grew up here, whats your excuse?" I questioned, taking a drag of my cigarette which somehow made their eyes widen even further.
Jesse looked at me curiously. "Foster brothers." I muttered. He nodded his head in understanding and then stared daggers at the twins.
Kace visibly gulped.
" Visiting a friend." The twin mumbled, looking at the other twin for support.
" Name?"
" Tommy Reynolds." Kane answered, his eyes flickering with an emotion that I couldn't identity.
"He's dead." Jesse's eyebrow furrowed, "Died from an overdose 2 years ago."
"His grave." I looked back to Jesse at Kane's words, waiting for him to speak.
"Big T. You remember him Rock?"
"Oh my god. Big T, Big T?" My hand moved upwards to cover my mouth.
"You need to come home Rocky, Moms gonna be worried sick if we don't hurry up." Kane rushed, looking at Jesse fearfully.
I rolled my eyes and handed Jess a piece of paper with my number on. "I'll be back soon."
"You better be, kid." He grinned and hugged me quickly. "Get outta here."
I followed the twins until we reached a black Jeep parked on the sidewalk.
"I don't know how Jesse Eaton knows you, but you better stay the fuck away from him." Kace threatened, pushing me into the Jeep.
I laughed sarcastically, "Sorry Hun, no can do."
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