Why do you do what you do?
Jun 6, 2019 20:03:14 GMT -6
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Post by Vanita Thompson on Jun 6, 2019 20:03:14 GMT -6
"Why do you do what you do?"
My cousin looked at me. We both had a glass of vodka in our hand, we were reeling at the loss of one of our own.
"Because it gave everyone in The Hawks a chance King, and we created this. We fucking know the risks every day."
"J died, Ria died. All over this war. Mona has no one. Your parents died. For what? Ego? Greed?"
I got up, walking to the window of the hotel room. Part of me wanted to jump from the window, be with all of the people I cared about. I am not that old, but this pain...King would lose the last of his family. I didn't want to leave him like Mona. Cold and alone. So many thoughts were racing in my head...
"Draven died to this fucking war."
I chugged the whole glass of vodka down, pouring a second glass quickly. My fiance...dead...because of ego and wanting my head on a silver platter. We knew the war would get fucking nasty, but not this much.
"Who keeps wanting the two of us dead?"
"Morgan."
"Wait...that little shit wants us dead?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Who knows. Red Hawks are taking over Denver piece by piece since this tour started. So tell me again Vain, why do you do what you do?"
I chugged the second glass down quickly and set the glass down before I threw it at him. I then walked and sat back down. I could feel the booze numbing me. This was that point where it helped. When I was angry, crying, screaming but way too calm for my own good. It was set in just like Draven and King knew it. I took a deep breath, my internal voices panicking like bitches howling at the moon.
"I do what I do because some little kid is out there thinking they don't have a chance in this world. The original mission of our group was -not- to hurt, but pick people up and we have done that. Kids smile when they see me hit the ring. Parents love it when they see their child smiling as they take pictures of us. Why....why this turned violent is beyond me...but I am ready to hurt someone."
My cousin did something he never would do. He dumped the vodka. Right over the balcony, and for once I was shocked. He then turned around and looked at me.
"I don't know why, but I know you are happy. Not safe but happy. I am going to go to the store down the street, get us some food to absorb the booze. Anything you particularly want?"
"No."
"Do me a favour Vain. Do not think about hurting people. You have a genuine heart. You also have enough on your plate with your fucked up boyfriend and the fact he is being brainwashed. Just...do not lose your gentle nature. Be the kind soul I know you to be and your followers know you to be."
He walked away and out the door. My phone soon went off. I saw the condolences....and the person that was en route to Germany. I could only type one thing:
'...help...because that is what I feel like I need...help...before I hurt someone...'
"For you King....for the last of my family. I will not lose my heart."
My cousin looked at me. We both had a glass of vodka in our hand, we were reeling at the loss of one of our own.
"Because it gave everyone in The Hawks a chance King, and we created this. We fucking know the risks every day."
"J died, Ria died. All over this war. Mona has no one. Your parents died. For what? Ego? Greed?"
I got up, walking to the window of the hotel room. Part of me wanted to jump from the window, be with all of the people I cared about. I am not that old, but this pain...King would lose the last of his family. I didn't want to leave him like Mona. Cold and alone. So many thoughts were racing in my head...
"Draven died to this fucking war."
I chugged the whole glass of vodka down, pouring a second glass quickly. My fiance...dead...because of ego and wanting my head on a silver platter. We knew the war would get fucking nasty, but not this much.
"Who keeps wanting the two of us dead?"
"Morgan."
"Wait...that little shit wants us dead?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Who knows. Red Hawks are taking over Denver piece by piece since this tour started. So tell me again Vain, why do you do what you do?"
I chugged the second glass down quickly and set the glass down before I threw it at him. I then walked and sat back down. I could feel the booze numbing me. This was that point where it helped. When I was angry, crying, screaming but way too calm for my own good. It was set in just like Draven and King knew it. I took a deep breath, my internal voices panicking like bitches howling at the moon.
"I do what I do because some little kid is out there thinking they don't have a chance in this world. The original mission of our group was -not- to hurt, but pick people up and we have done that. Kids smile when they see me hit the ring. Parents love it when they see their child smiling as they take pictures of us. Why....why this turned violent is beyond me...but I am ready to hurt someone."
My cousin did something he never would do. He dumped the vodka. Right over the balcony, and for once I was shocked. He then turned around and looked at me.
"I don't know why, but I know you are happy. Not safe but happy. I am going to go to the store down the street, get us some food to absorb the booze. Anything you particularly want?"
"No."
"Do me a favour Vain. Do not think about hurting people. You have a genuine heart. You also have enough on your plate with your fucked up boyfriend and the fact he is being brainwashed. Just...do not lose your gentle nature. Be the kind soul I know you to be and your followers know you to be."
He walked away and out the door. My phone soon went off. I saw the condolences....and the person that was en route to Germany. I could only type one thing:
'...help...because that is what I feel like I need...help...before I hurt someone...'
"For you King....for the last of my family. I will not lose my heart."