Bea Messina

Flashback

"Daddy! Please let me out! I'll do anything you want!" I scream, hoping he'll answer my pleas.

"Anything?" My father asks, walking out from no where.

I nod my head, drying the tears that have fallen down my cheeks. "Come here honey, I have someone I want you to meet." He says opening the door.

I nod and scramble to my feet to go to him. He smiles warmly, one I thought was genuine and handed me a blanket.

I wrapped it around my thin, nude body and followed him as he walked towards a wooden door.

Walking in, I see a tall man, probably in his late twenties, with his feet up on the wooden desk, "Dante, she said she'll do anything." My father says speaking to the man. Guess his name is Dante.

His brown eyes snap to mine and examine my shivering body. He runs a hand through his black hair and sighs, "Leave her here and I'll figure something out." He says in a deep, hoarse voice, pointing his gaze back at my father.

He nods and smiles devishly before walking back out the door.

When I tried to follow, Dante's huge hands wrapped around my body and picked me up off the ground.

He gently laid me down on the desk. He unwrapped the blanket and looked all over my bare body.

I tried to cover myself but he pinned my hands down to the table. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He asks with clear mischief in his voice.

I shake my head, my twelve year old mind has no idea what he has planned for my frail body.

He smirks and leans down, licking and sucking at my neck. I try to squirm from his grip but it causes his hands to grip harder onto my wrists, I let out whimper and my eyes well up again. He trails down my stomach, kissing my inner thigh.

Bringing his face inches from mine, he leans down into my ear and whispers, "I'll be gentle honey." Nibbling on my ear lobe.

I shutter and close my eyes, waiting for what he has in store, what happened next is what my mind couldn't muster to forget.

Flashback over.

"Why don't we get you back to the house?" Weston asks in a sweet voice.

I look around and realize I'm still in the gym. I nod and he grabs my hand to help me up. The minute I step onto my legs, they turn to jello and I almost fall over again.

In a second, I'm in Weston's arms and he's carrying me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me, bridal style, out of my house.

I pass many curious glances, I put my head into the crook of his neck to avoid having to meet any of them.

When we step out of the house, I realize that Noah, Rylan and Luke are also trailing behind.

"Why're you guys being so nice to me?" I asked in a weak voice, picking my head up to look at them.

"Because you deserve it." Weston answers looking down at me with a warm smile.

I return the gesture and lay my head back down on his chest and close my eyes as his soft hands gently carry my down the street.

Entering the house, the warm immediately makes me realize how cold it is outside. I shiver a bit and Weston brings me closer to his chest as he walks up the steps.

He pushes my bedroom door open with his foot and gently lays me down on the bed. Putting the blanket over my shaking body, he places the whimpering Yuli down next to me.

I smile as she lays her head in the crook of my neck.

Weston looks down to me in my bed, in the fetal position, and sighs.

He takes off his black tshirt and slips in the bed next to me, pulling me on top of his chest.

He places a kiss on my forehead and I smile softly. "Thank you." I whispered as my eyes close.

I felt his chest move, he did say something back, I'm just couldn't hear it because I was already asleep.

Ace Martello

When Isabelle came up to Bea's room, I'm not sure what came over me. I practically attacked her, not that she was complaining. I needed someone so bad that I was willing to do it with the first person I saw. That just so happened to be Isabelle.

The entire time, I couldn't help but feel it was wrong, but it felt so right at the same time.

After, when Isabelle fell asleep in Bea's bed, I slipped my shorts back on and went downstairs to get a drink. It was late so most of the people were passed out on the floor.

It was like an obstacle course getting to the fridge.

Suddenly, Richie and Raphael came out of nowhere, approaching me with a stern look and their arms crossed over their chests.

"What?" I ask curious at their expressions.

"Come with us." Richie said in a tone different from his usual happy one, it was one I didn't want to mess with. I nodded as he lead me down the stairs to where Bea's gym is.

As soon as we entered the room, my mouth hung open. The room was destroyed,  a punching bag was across the room from where it was hanging, split open, there were holes in every wall, everything was everywhere. It looked like someone was pissed.

"She did this you know." He added among the silence of me taking in the sight.

"What do you mean? What made her so pissed?" I asked looking his way shocked she did this with people roaming upstairs.

"You! You made her pissed! When Weston went to pick her up from her fetal position, she had an emotional breakdown and revealed things from her past she can't forget!" Raphael yelled getting in my face.

My face dropped, "She saw me, didn't she?" I ask turning away to look at the massacre.

"Hell Yeah she did and now she's at home, knuckles bleeding, eyes teared up, laying in bed with Weston in hopes she'll feel better. She's had a long run in with guys she can't trust and now you've made it ten times worse." Richie says through gritted teeth.

I hung my head and shook it, what have I done.

The guys scoff behind me and leave, probably to go home.

Taking in the scene one more time, I sigh and leave. Walking slowly in the crisp air towards the gang house.

Walking in the door, I immediately head to my room and take a cold shower. The freezing water numbs my body as I ache with everything I have done.

Being a gang leader is hard, I've done things, but this was one of the worst things ever. She made my heart hurt so much, I don't know why I slept with Isabelle, I felt like I needed it.

Slipping on a pair of shorts, I lay under the warm blankets and let sleep take me over.

Bea Messina

Waking up, the warmth is still wrapped around my body. Smiling slightly, I open my eyes to see a bare chest. All at once the events of the night before hit me. How could I be so stupid.

Reluctantly pushing myself off the warm body of Weston, I sit up and look down to see me still in my swimsuit and shorts.

I quietly jump out of bed and grab some clothes and head into the bathroom. Closing and locking the door behinds me, I quietly turn on the faucet and jump into the freezing water.

My body becomes so numb I don't even hear Weston banging on the door.

When I finally come to my senses, I turn the faucet off and grab a black fluffy towel off the rack. I wrap it around my shaking body and open up the door without getting dressed. Stand in front of me, is a shirtless, concerned Weston.

"Morning." He said quietly.

"Morning." I replied just as quiet. "Thank you, but I think it's time for me to take my leave." I said again, walking back into the bathroom.

I lock the door and quickly put on the burgundy sweatshirt and loose blue shorts. I slip on my knee high socks and brush out my hair.

Putting my hood up, I walk back out into the room to see Weston cuddling with Yuli. "Can you take care of her for a while?" I ask, beaming the silence.

"What do you mean? Where are you going Bea?" He asks standing up and walking towards me.

"I have to go Wes, there's things I need to do, I'll be back. I'm not sure when, but I will." I answer with a small smile.

He sighs and pulls me in for a tight embrace. "Thank you for everything Wes." I whisper in his ear.

"I'll be counting the days till you come back." He says with a bit of a chuckle. I giggle and pull away.

Grabbing my keys off the nightstand and look at them for a moment. I take off the keys for my race car and my bike and throw them to Wes, he catches them easily and looks at them curiously, "Take care of my babies while I'm gone, castrate any one who touches them." I explain with wide grin.

He smirks and shakes his head. I grab my bag, my shoes and my sunglasses and head out the door.

Walking into the living room, I see Noah, Luke, Rylan, Richie and Isaac sitting there. Before they can get all sentimental, I wave them a quick goodbye and walk out the door.

They follow curiously as I get in my car and back out of the driveway.

I see them sigh and wave in the rear view mirror. My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I see some people still at the house, I shake my head and speed faster down the road and out of the city.