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Rex's confession ;)

-&-

Chapter 29

I was running out of Luce's room and down the stairs not a second later. I could feel anger swell up inside me and a fire burning behind my eyes that I had not felt in a very long time. But most of all, I was worried. Something wasn't right. Rex wouldn't just cry for nothing. He wouldn't have kissed me for nothing.

And that kiss... no matter how long I had waited for it, no matter how many times my brain swam with thousands of thoughts and daydreams about us kissing, that kiss felt wrong. It wasn't a kiss of longing and passion like I wanted so bad.

It was a goodbye kiss.

And that scared the fudge out of me.

I didn't even think as I ran full speed into the living room and slammed open the drawer behind the bar my dad never used. I grabbed the heavy object without a second thought and shoved it into my backpack. I don't know what made me grab it. I don't even know what was running through my head at the time. I'll I knew was that I had a bad feeling I would be needing it.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and grabbed my dad's keys to his jeep off the counter. There was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks that I was going to let the boy my world revolve around and my friends go through whatever the frick this was alone. I was going to find out what was going on, and I was going to pull Rex out of whatever trouble he got himself into.

I can't let that goodbye be permanent.

He's my everything, my world. Without him I am nothing.

I locked the front door behind me and turned around just in time to see Rex's car speed out of the neighborhood. Crap, crappity, crap, crap. I placed my bag in the passenger seat gently, but shoved the key in the ignition and sped out of my drive way like speed racer.

I cast a quick glance at Trey's house to see Brett's car parked there, but Trey's giant SUV was gone, and I knew, I just knew that they had went with Rex to where ever they were going. I tried to follow his car, I really did, but as soon as I turned out of the neighborhood and onto the main street I couldn't find him anywhere.

It was dark and storming out, and I knew driving around aimlessly looking for them wouldn't solve anything. And I had a sinking feeling I would just be wasting precious time. I drove back into our neighborhood and up into Trey's driveway without really thinking about what I was doing until I got there.

He wasn't home, I knew he wasn't, and I didn't really know what to say to whoever opened the door, but I had to try something. I didn't even turn the jeep off as I jumped out and ran to the front door. I rang it first, but when no one answered I started knocking loudly.

It didn't even cross my mind that it was late at night and that his family was probably sleeping. All I cared about was finding out where they were. The porch light flicked on in the middle of my knocking, and a moment later the door cracked open to reveal a sleep looking Mrs. Maguire.

"Rosalyn?" She yawned and rubbed her fist into her tired hours. Guilt quickly swamped my chest, but I had to push that aside. Right now, all that mattered was finding my Rex. "What are you doing here dear? Trey and the boys are out-"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. Do you know where they went?" Her forehead scrunched in confusion and she went to rub her eyes again as I stood there shaking in anticipation, anger, and worry.

"Are you okay Rose? It's late and raining, do you want to come in?" Her kind, and motherly eyes twinkled worriedly, but I quickly shook my head.

"No, no I can't. Do you know where they are? Can you just tell me? I really need to know." I was growing impatient and my feet were trying hard to pull me back to the jeep and just go drive around until I found them.

"I'm sorry dear, but Trey didn't tell me-"

"Mom, what's going? Who's at the door?"

Mrs. Maguire stepped back just enough for me to see the petite blonde girl standing on the bottom of the steps and rubbing her eyes tiredly like her mother. The same girl that I saw Rex talk to at that horrible Halloween part. Trey's sister, Lainy.

"It's just one of Trey's friends looking for him honey, go back to bed." I watched as Lainy's eyes widened slightly before she cast the same color green that her brother had at me. They widened even more.

"Do you know where he went?" I blurted out before I could help myself, and Mrs. Maguire scrunched her eyebrows up in a frown as I stepped slightly through the door.

"Rosalyn, sweetie, why don't you just come in and we can talk-"

"No I can't, I'm sorry Mrs. Maguire but I really need to know where Trey and the others are." I tried to gently brush her off as I held my gaze with Lainy's rather frightened one. "Do you know where he went?" I asked again as she shot her eyes between her mother and I, a look of confusion and worry clearly written on her face.

"He...uh, they..." She stammered uncertainly as her mother stared her down in almost the exact same way I did. She twiddled her thumbs nervously and cast her eyes on the ground, but I was quickly growing impatient.

"Please, Lainy, please. Just tell me where they went. It's important."

Her eyes snapped up to mine and the dark green reminded me so much of Trey's that it shocked me. "I heard him talking on the phone to Rex, or Brett, or someone about some warehouse on 4th street in downtown. I don't know if that's where they went, but-"

"No that's perfect! Thank you so much! I'm so sorry I woke you guys up!" I had to shout since I had already turned on my heel and began running back towards my dad's jeep. It wasn't a direct address, but it was something.

"Rosalyn, be careful honey! Those boys are never up to any good!" Trey's mom and sister were both standing on the porch staring after me, worried glances plastered on their faces.

"I will!" I waved at them and tried to shoot them a reassuring smile, but I was already backing out of the driveway before I could manage anything else.

It seemed that the sinking feeling in my stomach wasn't going away anytime soon, and the feeling of dread that ran through my chest didn't help matters either. I couldn't let any of them get hurt. I couldn't let Rex get hurt. I patted the odd bulge in my backpack reassuringly as I sped onto the highway and headed for down town. I was going after Rex again, but this time I wasn't going empty handed.

It's my turn to do the saving.

-&-

4th Street was an old, empty, back road off of the side of downtown, and it looked like it hadn't been used since the city was built. I had been afraid that I wouldn't be able to find the right warehouse when I reached the street, but that fear was quickly erased as I pulled onto the old road.

There was only one building on the entire street. Although, I don't know if building is the appropriate term. It barely had any windows, rot looked like it was growing on all the sides, and I feared that the roof would cave at any second. It looked so old that I wouldn't have been surprised if it was used during the Industrial Revolution. The warehouse would have looked abandoned if it wasn't for the feint light streaming in through the windows.

The famous Blackwood forest rested behind the tall structure, and an empty field that seemed to go on for miles sat across from it. I was parked at the end of the street, my car turned off and the frosty November air making itself known through my jacket.

Rex and Trey's cars were both parked in the decrepit building's parking lot, along with six other ginormous, hulking vehicles. Vehicles I didn't recognize, and for a short, brief, moment I feared Rex was doing another street fight. But then I shook that thought from my mind. He promised me he wouldn't do those fights anymore, and besides, there would be a lot more people here to watch.

My eyes glanced over to the clock. 1:00 am. I gulped. Rex was in there, in trouble. And I needed to gather up the guts and courage to go in there and help. I couldn't lose him.

I can't.

I let out a deep breath before I turned the jeep back on. The engine roared to life with a quiet 'hum', and I kept the headlights off as I drove forward. I couldn't let anyone know I was here, everything would go to crud.

I stopped the jeep on the other side of the street and back enough away from the building that they couldn't see its black color in the dark. I turned off the engine and gripped the keys tightly as I leaned over and took the heavy object out of my backpack.

I can do this.

I took one more deep breath and closed my eyes. Rex couldn't say goodbye to me, not forever. I needed him... didn't he see that? Can't he see how much he means to me? How much my world revolves around him? Why can't he see how much I love him?

I need to do this.

I hopped out of the vehicle and locked the door before I stuck the keys on the little shelf above the front wheel. I didn't want to lose them in there if I had to make a quick getaway. If we had to make a quick getaway. I gripped the hard, heavy, and cold object in my hand tightly, let out one more deep breath and walked towards the rustic building.

There was noises coming somewhere inside, loud noises. Harsh banging, clanging, and clicking all reached my ears through the thin metal walls. I resisted the urge to hold my breath. It sounded like a bunch a machines going to work in a factory. But what exactly were they working on? And why would the Big Four go here...?

I didn't get long to ponder the thought before something dropped somewhere in the warehouse and the noises stopped. I hurried over to the far side of the building and pushed my back up against the cool metal as a heavy silence filled the air.

Then the shouting started.

At first my heart leapt at the thought of the voices belonging to Rex or one of the others, but that thought quickly went away as the shouting grew louder. The voices moved towards the thick door at the front of the building. I held my breath and pushed my back harder against the wall as the door banged open.

I swallowed down the fear choking my throat and crouched down low, before I slowly peaked around the corner just in time to see two huge bodies chuck a smaller one out the door. The shouting stopped, the bodies laughed, and then the door slammed shut. My heart jumped into my throat. I stood there a minute longer, just watching the body lying face first on the ground. It didn't move, and I felt bile rise up into my throat.

What if it was- No, he was a fighter. A good one, he wouldn't let himself get beat up.

But those men were so big, and Rex couldn't take on the world. No matter how hard he tried to.

I quickly checked to make sure no one was in sight before I hurried to the unconscious body lying on the floor, panic rising in my throat. Please don't be Rex. Please don't be Rex... I crouched down on my knees and carefully lifted my hand to the bodies shoulder. When the image of hair much lighter than Rex's reached my eyes I let out a sigh of relief... Well, until I gently turned the body over.

"Denton..."

I choked down the tears that quickly sprang to my eyes as I reached over and wiped the blood that was trickling from a gash on his cheek. Denton groaned. "Denton? Hey, come on wake up." He groaned again as I traced my fingers lightly over the bruises and other cuts marring his face.

Oh god, what happened to him? Who would do this to sweet, goofy Denton? Were the others this bad? Was Rex? I shook my head as I cupped his bruised cheek. I couldn't think about that right now. I had to get Denton to safety. To my dad's jeep.

"Denton. Denton, hey. Come on, get up. I can't carry you, you big lug." I whispered softly down to him as I traced my thumbs over his one black eye and closed other one. I tried not to gasp as his eyes slowly blinked open and a silly small smile graced his lips.

"There's the girl of my dreams." He slurred around his busted lip, and I couldn't help the smile that breached my own.

"Come on, Denton. Get up." I eased the younger Dimajio gently into a sitting position, but his heavy body just fell forward and onto me instead.

"Oh Rex is going to be so mad." He murmured hoarsely onto my shoulder as I gently eased out from under him and onto my feet.

"Come on Denton, get up. I'll help you walk if you'll just stand." I mumbled as I hooked my hands under his arms and began to tug upwards.

"You shouldn't have come here Buttercup." And with that he fell on his back and passed back out.

Well just freaking perfect.

I gave up on trying to wake him up again, and instead walked around him until I could grab his ankles, the heavy object shoved into the back of my jeans. I took a first aid class my sophomore year, and one of the easier things to learn was how to carry someone bigger than myself. Basically, just drag them by their ankles.

"Sorry if this hurts Denton." I mumbled under my breath even though he couldn't hear me anyway. I gripped onto his ankles tightly and dragged his rather big body across the parking lot and over the street. I had to stop a few times and regain my breathing before I finally reached the car though. He was heavy. Now the only question was how I was going to get him in there...

I dropped his big body onto the grass as softly as I could and fished the keys out from under the jeep. After I had unlocked the door and flung it open I tried to unsuccessfully lift his torso up, but he was all dead weight and I couldn't even lift him an inch.

"Why do you have to be so freaking heavy Denton?" I hissed rhetorically as I let his body go once again. I took a step back and let out a heavy breath as my eyes glanced back over at the dimly lit building. The rain had stopped, but the cold chill in the air made it feel like it was the middle of winter. I couldn't just leave him out in the open...

My eyes caught on the half-empty water bottle sitting in the cup holder, and a sigh of relief passed my lips. Yes. I quickly climbed into the jeep and reached for it. "I hope this works..."

I crouched down above Denton and poured a small amount of the water onto his bruised and bloody face. He moaned and his features flinched, but besides that he didn't move. I let out a loud groan and gently tapped his face, but he still refused to wake up.

"Sorry about this Denton." I murmured before I tipped the bottle straight over and let all of the water pour onto his face.

He coughed and jerked, but his blue eyes slowly blinked open and he let out a painful groan. "Come on Den, get up. We got to get you in the car." I helped him sit up slowly and even got him to wobble on his knees, before he used what little strength he had to stand and lean against the side of the jeep. He had his arm wrapped loosely around my shoulders the whole time, and I helped him use his body wait to flop onto the back seat of the jeep.

"There you go, just a little further." I murmured encouragingly as he crawled up and all the way onto the back seat.

"Y-you shouldn't be here Rose." He slurred as he wiped the water from his face and plopped his head back against the cool leather of the seat.

"Sh, don't worry about me." He was already out again by the time I finished the sentence. I cracked the back window open just enough so he would have some breathing air, but not get too cold, before I closed and locked the door again. I put the keys back on the shelf up the tire and stood up straight with a huff.

One down, three to go.

I patted the heavy object in the back of my pants reassuringly and wiped the sweat from my forehead that the whole episode caused, before I made my way back to the crumbling building. Whatever was going on in there was not good, and I only prayed that the others were holding up better than Denton.

Those guys that threw him out laughed, like it was some big funny joke, and that ate at me as I walked around the side of the building. I kept walking until I found a pile of boxes and wooden crates stacked high against the back wall. All of them marked with the thick black words Santiago. They looked fairly new, like they were just opened and set aside so they wouldn't be in the way. I frowned. There was no way this building could be operating legally.

I gasped and dropped quickly behind one of the boxes as the back door opened and three large men stepped out. There was a small light above the door giving the area around them a soft glow, and I held my breath as they lit what looked like cigarettes. None of the men were my boys, but they didn't look like the two that had thrown Denton out either. That despairing feeling in my stomach grew.

What is going on here?

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how I would be able to get around them. I could walk around to the other side of the building until I found another way in, but the open window just above the top of the boxes I was hiding behind was too good to pass up.

I didn't have to wait long for them to move though. Once the men had finished smoking they quickly threw the butts on the ground and stomped back into the building. I was too far away to hear any of their conversation, but the sickening laughter I did hear did not put a good feeling in my stomach.

I made sure the weapon in the back of my pants was secure before I pulled myself up onto the top of one of the wooden crates. I heaved a big breath of air as I slowly climbed up the rest of the boxes and blocks until I couldn't climb any more. My climbing blocks ended half way up the side of the building, and I glanced up into the window above me to see a small room stacked with even more boxes.

A second floor.

I quickly pushed the old glass window pane open and it flew inwards just like I hoped it would. I curled my hands over the side of the window pane, took a deep breath, and then hauled myself into the dark room filled with empty boxes. I landed on my back on the cold, dusty floor and I laid there for what felt like seconds. I had to try and regain my breathing and senses before I could pull myself to my knees.

I needed to do this. For Rex.

I slowly crawled to my feet and made my way to the front of the dark room. My nerves were running rampant throughout my whole body. I didn't exactly have a plan, or know what I was doing, but I had to do something. I gripped onto the handle tightly and slowly eased the door open. If someone was on the other side I would probably be royally screwed, but the weapon in my jeans reassured me and I chanced a peak through the crack in the door.

No one.

I let out a heavy sigh and gently eased my body through as small a space as I could before I closed the door quietly behind me. When I turned around to think of what to do next, I saw that I was standing on what looked like a hallway balcony type thing. The inside of the building was just one big giant room with lighting shining down from the top into the center.

The area where I stood was cast in darkness, and it seemed to circle high above the giant room. There were a few more boxes thrown around the walkway and I quickly hid behind one just in case anyone could glance up and see me.

Why are there so many boxes? Was this like a storage house or something? But the clanging and banging coming from below indicated loud machines at work. A regular factory shouldn't be running this late at night. It shouldn't be running in a building like this at all. My frown deepened.

I eased around the boxes and tried to lean as far over as I could without getting caught in the light. I wanted to catch a glimpse of what was going on, of Rex, but the sight I saw had my eyes widening till I was sure they would pop out of their sockets.

Guns. A lot, and lot, of guns. Guns on conveyor belts, guns in boxes, guns in people's hands, and they weren't regular hand guns either. Oh no. These guns were huge. Like machine gun, military issued, huge.

Why on earth-

"Turner! Get your ass over here!"

I jumped at the hard, icy voice that shouted across the warehouse and my heart jumped into my throat. Rex... I leaned farther around the boxed and peered between the rails of the walkway for any sign of the boy who owned my heart. I frowned at the sight of a man around my father's age with Rex's hair color quickly hurrying across the rows of guns.

That's not Rex...

He disappeared underneath me and I frowned. The look on his face was not what I expected. He looked so much like Rex I knew without a doubt that he was his father, but the nervous and rather frantic look in his eyes confused me. I carefully, and as quietly as I could, stood on my feet and walked around the corner of the walkway until I could see where Anthony Turner had disappeared.

My heart stopped when the area I was once hovering over came into view and I quickly fell to my knees as my three boys flickered into my field of vision. Brett looked furious. His hands were being held tightly behind him by a guy twice as big as he, and he had what looked like a bandana tied tightly around his mouth. The fire in his blue eyes left no doubt in me that he was furious about what they did to his little brother.

Trey though, looked rather calm. No one was holding his arms behind his back and there wasn't any rag shoved in his mouth. His eyes were hard though, and staring at the guy standing in front of him like his glare alone could knock the guy dead.

My Rex, though, my beautiful, beautiful Rex was standing tall in between the two. His jaw was locked, his posture was relaxed, and even though his hands were resting in his jacket pockets I could tell he was clutching them into tight fists. His eyes were so dark I felt like I could drown in them forever and never find my way out. The anger burning behind them though set me on edge. An angry, calm Rex was not a good thing.

I watched as the man who I thought was his father walked to a stop beside then guy standing in front of my boys. I leaned farther between the rails to try and hear what they were saying, but it was no use. They were too far away. I leaned closer, my grip on the rusting railing tightening and I strained my ears as much as I could... until the railing creaked.

I jumped. My heart stopped, and I ripped my body from the railing like my life depended on it. Which I'm pretty sure it did. I slammed by body back against the door I had come through hard, and tried to calm my breathing. Did anyone hear me? Did anyone see me? I waited a good two or three minutes, but when it was obvious no one was running up the metal stair case after me I let out a sigh of relief.

That was close.

Although really, now that I think about it, the machines were really loud. I'm sure no one heard the railing squeak, or saw me jump back. But when I cautiously creeped back over to look down at the little ensemble again, a pair of dark eyes were staring straight up at me.

I gulped as Trey's dark green orbs narrowed and his jaw clenched shut, but he didn't make any other obvious gestures that he saw me. His eyes quickly dropped back down to the men in front of them and I let out the air that was trapped in my lungs.

I don't know why I was so nervous that Trey saw me. Maybe because he would somehow tell Rex, or even let it slip to the whole group. My palms started to sweat at the thought, and I shook my head. He wouldn't let them know I was here. I had a bad feeling that if they did know, I would be royally screwed.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't have a plan, but with the way the group of men standing around them looked like guards with their big arms and even bigger guns... I had a feeling The Big Four, or three at the moment, were in some deep trouble.

And I wasn't sure how in the world I was going to get them out of it. I made the dumb decision of getting as close as I could to the group, and even stepped down the first couple steps on the metal staircase. The walkway was hidden enough in shadow that no one could see me, and I was able to make out the majority of their conversation from the new position.

"Just tell him Rex." Rex's father spoke through clenched teeth and I watched with furrowed eyebrows as he glared daggers at his son. Eyes that were the exact replica of Tate's.

I gulped.

"I already told you." Rex ground out through clenched teeth. My chest tightened at the sound of his voice, and even though this was the worst possible time, my mind floated back to his goodbye kiss. I dragged my eyes down his whole body to see any sign of visible damage, but all I saw was his anger. The veins on his forehead were protruding from how hard he was clenching his jaw, and I could almost see his beautiful shoulders begin to shake.

"I don't fucking know."

Anthony Turner let out a heavy sigh and ran his hand through his hair, kind of like how Rex always did. "I gave you one job, Turner. Make sure my money got to me, and you fucked that up." A man who wasn't much older than Rex's dad shook his head like he was staring at the big disappointment in front him. Rex just glared at him. "You told me I could trust your kid, Anthony. This is why we don't give jobs to children."

"I did what you asked. I dropped off the fucking delivery, took the money, and then gave it Ivan. Just like you told me." Rex's hands were shaking in his pockets, I could see them, and his jaw was clenched shut so tight I'm sure it hurt.

"Hm." The dark eyes of who appeared to be the boss glanced between Rex and Anthony's almost lazily, like he couldn't make up his mind about something. He looked like any regular run of the mill guy. Someone you would see just walking down the street, but with the way Rex was staring at him like he wanted his head severed from his body, told me a different story.

"Well, Ivan said you never dropped off the money."

"Then he's fucking lying."

"Ivan doesn't lie to me kid, and you better watch your fucking mouth. I won't take disrespect from an infant."

"Fuck you."

The wicked smirk the sat lazily across his face made unease swirl inside my stomach. "You really want to try me Rex?" Rex didn't say anything as he took a step forward and began pacing in front of the three boys slowly, like a hunter stalking its prey.

I didn't like it.

"I mean, you could try boy, but I could always ask that pretty little thing of yours."

The room went dead pan silent. My heart stopped, my eyes grew wide in my head, and I could feel my lungs try to collapse. Was he... talking about me?

"I will fucking kill you."

Rex's face was red, like fire-truck, angry red, and with the way he was beginning to sway I could tell it wouldn't be long before he exploded. The man just chuckled at Rex's reaction, his hands now shoved into his pockets, a dark look resting on his face. "She is very pretty, don't you think?" He cocked his head to the side like he was studying Rex, studying what he would do next.

I felt like I was going to be sick. How did... how did he know what I looked like? I could feel the panic begin to swell in my chest, but I tried to force it down as best as I could. Now was not the time to have a panic attack.

"Don't talk about her." My beautiful Rex looked like he was ready to jump across the small space between them and tear the man's face off. I wouldn't put it past him to, honestly. I've seen what he's done to Jason, to that guy in the street fight, and then Tate. Rex was a fighting machine always ready to pounce.

He kept on talking like Rex hadn't even spoken, like Rex wasn't ready to tear him limb from limb. "She's small too. Pretty and small... Do you know we paid her a visit tonight? Told her you were in trouble, and the little bitch came with us without a fight."

No! No, he's lying! Rex wouldn't believe that! He knows I wouldn't trust some random stranger like that! Not after everything that's happened! Not after I promised I wouldn't open the door! I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs. To tell Rex that I was okay, and that no one came to take me, but that was not an option.

Rex started to step forward, his fists raised and a crazed look in his eyes. He was ready to kill, but the big guards standing around them would just end up killing him with their guns instead. "Rex he's lying." Trey's hand had shot out and wrapped around Rex's wrist to pull him to a stop before he got very far.

Trey was staring at the man and Rex's father with hard eyes. Rex tried to tear his arm away from and glared at Trey with eyes filled with fire, but Trey held on tight. "That fucking bitch is threatening Rose, he has my Rose. I'm going to fucking kill him!" I shushed my ecstatic heart that beat faster at Rex's words. I had to focus on the situation at hand, not at how Rex made me feel.

"He's lying Rex. He doesn't have her." Trey stated firmly, his strong voice never wavering. I tightened the hold I had on the railing. For a moment, just a moment, I was afraid that Trey was going to tell them I was here. That I was hiding upstairs eavesdropping on everything they said.

"And how would you know that?" Rex's father sneered behind his boss.

I did not like this man, not one bit.

"Because she wasn't at home tonight, she was at my house. With my parents, Santiago." The name of who I assumed was the boss passed Trey's lips in a hateful hiss, and even though the look of sheer hatred on his face caused fear to swell in my chest, I let out a sigh of relief. Of course he wouldn't rat me out. Trey, except for Jax of course, had become my best friend since the whole Tate thing, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to get me hurt.

Santiago's jaw ticked, the smirk on his face disappeared, and replaced by a look of pure fury. "Keep talking fucker, and you'll end up like that other fucking loud mouth." The boss snapped at Trey before he turned his hard eyes on all three of them. My eyes widened.

Denton... It was hard enough carrying Denton out to my jeep. There was no way in heck I could carry the mountain that was Trey.

"This isn't a fucking game anymore. If I have to drive to your fucking house and shoot both of your fucking parents in their heads to get what I want, then I will! Now tell me where my fucking money is!"

The men surrounding the boys took out their guns, pointed them at their heads, and stood waiting. The panic from before gripped my chest tightly as I watched with fearful eyes. Rex, despite everything that was happening, stood tall. Furious, but tall. I patted the weapon in my pants reassuringly. I knew this night was never going to end well.

I stared in horror at the very man who helped bring my Rex into the world point a gun straight at his head. Everything around me stopped. The air went silent. I don't even think my heart was beating. My Rex was being held at gunpoint.

My Rex.

Images from years ago swam in my head. The face of my nightmares, of Gerald, of the foster parent who liked to get a little to touchy, and of the gun Jax had gave me. I had been twelve. That feeling from before starting creeping back into my chest, into my throat. The dark feeling. The dead feeling.

"Upstairs Rex, now."

I didn't want to move. I didn't want to leave him when he needed someone to save him. When he needed me, but as the monster that claimed to be his father shoved him towards the bottom of the steps, I didn't have a choice.

"Move." I heard Anthony growl as I quickly stood and ran into the room I had originally crawled out of. I closed the door quickly and hid behind a box in the back. I held my breath when I heard the door slam open a few seconds later. I knew they would come in here, it was the only door nearest to the stairs.

I heard two sets of feet walk into the room, and I sunk down smaller behind the box so no one could see me. This was very bad. I slowly turned on my stomach and peaked through a tiny crack between the boxes. Rex was walking towards the back of the room with his head bent down to the flower, his movements stiff and tense.

"Stop." Anthony growled when Rex finally reached the middle of the room. My heart beat faster as the older man walked closer to him, the hand on his gun shaking.

"Why did you bring me up here? I'm sure Santiago would have loved to watch you kill me" Rex growled out through clenched teeth. I flinched at his words, and the dark feeling from earlier began to grow stronger in my chest.

Rex was my everything. My world, my existence. He was my purpose, and I didn't realize that I had one for so long. But then he was there. He kept me safe, protect. I couldn't lose him. I can't.

"It's no fucking wonder why I always liked Tate more than you."

I flinched at his father's words and tried to see how badly he was affecting my Rex, but the rather calm look Rex wore made it seem like he didn't care at all. "You can't even follow one fucking order." I watched as Anthony walked around his son until his back was to me and Rex's was to the door. "I gave you one fucking job."

"And I did that one fucking job." Rex spat at him, but Anthony was shaking his head before he even finished speaking. The gun he held pointed right between Rex's eyes wavered in his shaking hands.

"You didn't do it right! And if that little bitch of yours hadn't gotten my boy locked up it would have been done right! The first time!" Spit flew from his mouth and his blood shot eyes looked crazed as he shouted.

How could he possible say Tate was better than Rex? Rex was so perfect, so caring, and Tate was crazy. Rex's calm eyes grew furious, his hands clenching into fists once again.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about her."

"Or what? Are you going to kill me Rex? I'm the one with the fucking gun. As a matter of fact, when I'm done with you I might just go pay her a visit. How does that sound-"

That dark feeling grew at this words. At the dark meaning behind them. It grew until it enveloped my whole chest and being, and turned my eyes hard. There was no panic in my body, no thought besides one. He was going to try and kill Rex, and I was going to stop it.

Rex looked like he was ready to jump him, to reach across the space between them and bash his face in. I think Anthony realized that to. He cocked the gun and shoved it directly into Rex's forehead when the younger boy took a step forward. Rex froze.

"You're such a fucking excuse of a son. I never should have let that bitch live when she told me she was pregnant."

"Don't talk about mom like that." Rex's hands were in fists at his sides, his whole body was shaking, and I could tell he was fully willing to enact the look of murder on his face.

"You're such a fucking bitch. Always getting pussy whipped. First a mommas boy, now that little whore's." He repositioned the gun, so it was pointed directly between Rex's eyes, not even two inches away. "For the last time Rex, where is Santiago's money?"

Rex let out a harsh breath and stared into the eyes of the man he hated with his whole being. The one who seemed to make his life a living prison every chance he got. "I gave it to Ivan."

"Wrong fucking answer."

I could feel it take over. The darkness. The thing that turned the panicked little girl into stone. I stood up from behind the box, my eyes hard and my hand going to the gun tucked into the back of my pants.

"Don't touch him."

The minute the words left my lips Rex's eyes shot open and his head snapped in my direct, a look of pure shock and fear flashing across his face. I couldn't pay attention to that right now though. I had the gun raised, hand steady and placed firmly at the back of his father's head. I couldn't take the chance breaking.

"Rosalyn, what-"

Rex's voice died in his throat when he glanced over at Anthony and saw the look of sheer terror written on his face. He frowned in confusion. "Drop it." I snarled through clenched teeth and pushed a little harder on the back of his head to make my point. Just like that, the gun in Rex's father's hand fell to the floor with a loud clang.

I knew the second Rex realized I was holding a gun. His confused eyes suddenly widened and the dark chestnut grew darker. He took a step closer to me, but I couldn't tear my eyes off the back of his father's head. I would break if I did.

"Roza..." Rex murmured softly as the full grown man in front of me began to shake. I had no doubt he could feel the cold metal of the barrel pressed into the back of his skull. I didn't answer him. I couldn't. He saw me, the monster me. The me I tried to smother and never let out, and he was going to run. He was going to leave me. The least I could do is get rid of the evil that tried to kill him.

That tried to take him from me.

"Baby, hey. It's okay, see..." Rex cooed softly as he walked around the terrified man and to my side.

Baby.

He called me baby. Why didn't he hate me? Why wasn't he running? He was free now. I saved him. I saved him... The panic from before, the one the darkness push aside was slowly starting to rise in my chest once again. I didn't drop my arm, but my shoulders began to shake as the pain clutched at my chest.

"It's okay baby, he dropped the gun. See...?" Rex's hand reached up and rubbed my back gently, like he was trying to soothe a small child. Like he didn't want to make any sudden movements. Like he was afraid I would pull the trigger. Why would he care if I shot Anthony? He tried to kill him.

"He was going to kill you." My voice was soft, but clear, and the determination that I laced through it scared even myself.

"But he didn't, see? He dropped the gun. Don't do something you'll regret baby flower." He tried to ease my arm down, but my body was too stiff.

Suddenly the sound of sirens sounded in the background and loud shouts and noised started drifting to us from downstairs. Rex looked scared when he heard the sirens, like they were coming after him specifically, and his grip on me tightened. "The cops are coming Rose. Can't you hear them?" He asked me softly, like he was talking to a small child.

"They'll be here any minute, and they'll take you away from me if they see you pointing this at him." It wasn't just my shoulders that were shaking now, but my entire upper body. The panic had eased its way into every crevice and was slowly starting to bring me down.

Rex wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his lips to the side of my head softly. I eased slightly in his arms as he tried to cradle me gently, despite the awkward positon we were in. He wasn't running away from me. He wasn't.

Why...?

"Come on baby, drop the gun. Let's get out of here."

My arm slowly dropped, along with the gun, and Rex let out a relieved sigh before he kissed my hair again. "That's my good girl." He rubbed my arm soothingly as I held the gun tightly to my side. "I have to get you out of here, Roza. Before the police show up." He murmured down to me as his hand continued to rub soothing circles on my arm.

Anthony spun on us before Rex had the chance to get us anywhere. The angry look in his eyes already told me what he was fixing to say, and I narrowed my eyes in anticipation.

Don't do it buddy.

"You crazy fucking bitch! I'm going to gut you both-" I shot my arm up fast as fast as I could and slammed the base of the gun onto his head, hard.

As soon as the gun hit his head, all the dark, dead, feelings inside me vanished and I was left feeling hollow and scared. Rex barely had the chance to catch me as I started to fall. The gun dropped from my hand as my body began to shake and the tears I didn't know were there started pouring down my face.

"Sh, Roza, sh. It's okay." Rex brushed the tears off my face as best as he could, but the sirens were growing louder and he kept glancing around nervously. I knew we had to get up and get out before the cops came, but I couldn't find it in me to stand. Not only had the darkness come back, but Rex saw it. He saw the dark, he saw the monster.

But he wasn't leaving me...

"Come on baby, I got you." Rex murmured softly as he cradled me in his arms and stood. I looked down at the discarded gun lying uselessly on the ground.

"Rex the gun... it's my dad's."

I couldn't leave it here where the cops would find it. They would look up who it's registered to and go after my dad. I couldn't let that happen.

"Okay beautiful, I'll get it." I was so lost in myself that I didn't even notice that he called me beautiful. He set me on my feet gently before reaching down and grabbing the gun. He stuffed it into his back pocket as he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.

"Let's get out of here." He shot me a quick smile which I frowned at before he started dragging me towards the window in the back of the room. I let my eyes wander over to the unconscious body and froze. I wanted him caught. I tugged on Rex's hand as he started to push the window open further. He turned around slightly and raised one perfect eyebrow at me.

"Roza-"

"They'll arrest us if they find us?" I asked softly as my eyes traveled between him and his dad. I wanted his father to suffer. I wanted him locked up forever with Tate in some looney bin far away from me, and far away from Rex. He nodded softly and I gently tugged my hand out of his before walking back over to Anthony.

"Rose, we got to get out of here-"

"I want them to find him." I mumbled as loud as I could. I don't know why, but my voice didn't want to be any louder than a whisper, and my chest ached painfully. I walked around the unconscious body and grabbed onto his ankles, much the same way as I did with Denton.

"Fuck." I heard Rex hiss through clenched teeth as he ran his hand through his perfect hair roughly. He didn't let me get far before he was walking past me and towards the door. "Wait Rose. Let me go first." He grumbled as he pushed past me enough to crack the door open and peak through.

Downstairs was chaos. Complete and total chaos. Everywhere I could see from behind Rex laid spilt ammo, guns, and people were running around crazily. Rex let out a sigh of relief when we saw Trey hauling Santiago's body into the middle of the room. No one even seemed to care anymore.

"No one was expecting the cops to show up. They don't know what to do... Let's get going." He walked back into the room and gently eased me out of the way so he could grab onto Anthony's ankles instead.

I followed him down the walkway and then down the stairs. He didn't bother trying to stop his father's head from hitting every bump either. "Rex!" His head shot up at the sound of Trey's voice and I let out a small smile when Trey glanced over at me worriedly. "Leave him! Let's get out here! We have to find Denton!" Brett was already next to Trey and trying to tear the cloth out of his mouth.

Rex dumped his father's body without a care before he grabbed my hand again and quickly started pulling me towards the front door, the others following closely behind us. "Last time I saw him, those fuckers were dragging him out the front." Brett growled behind us as we all piled out into the front. The guards from earlier were all running around either with guns trying to direct everything, or just because of the chaos.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Brett shouted as soon as we stepped out onto the grass. I tugged on Rex's sleeve gently.

"Now's not the time baby, we have to find that idiot and get the fuck out of here."

"He's in my jeep Rex." His dark eyes snapped down to me and I swallowed as they narrowed and roamed over my face.

"Denton's in your car?" I nodded and he blinked before quickly signaling to the others. "Denton's in Rose's jeep. We'll take that. You two take my car and the SUV. Let's get the fuck out of here." Before I knew it Rex had thrown his keys at Trey and began hauling me across the street.

"Where is it Roza?" His voice was calm, but I could hear the urgency behind it and as the blue and red flashing lights began to turn down the street, he basically picked me up and ran.

"Give me the keys Rose." I quickly fished under the vehicle and passed over the keys as he unlocked the jeep and lifted me into the passenger seat. "Put on your seatbelt." I did as he said and it wasn't a second later before he was jumping into the driver's seat and turning on the engine. My dad's beloved jeep was being floored off road not a second later. Rex drove straight into the open field in front of the warehouse with his car and SUV following right behind.

I turned around and glanced at the back seat to see Denton fast asleep, snoring away. I let out a relieved sigh before sitting back in my own seat and watching the tires crush small bushes and shrubs under us. It was a good twenty minutes of dead silence until we finally reached an open road and the light from the cop cars had faded away. There was way too many questions and emotions swirling through my mind to pinpoint just one.

"Hey Rex?" I asked softly as his grip on the steering wheel loosened and he glanced over at me.

"Yeah Roza?"

"I don't like guns."

There was silence.

Then he laughed.

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You are all confused... I can tell. Please don't hate me! All will be explained soon ;D

I'm already half way through the next chapter so don't be mad!