12:30 PM

          The atmosphere was suffocating on the way to the police station. I couldn't drive so Leo had to, which made him anxious, so trying to start a conversation was out the window. So we just sat in silence. I don't know how to make it up to him, I don't think I did much, but I guess it is what it is. 

When we got to the station the police officer who came to the hospital was waiting for me.

“Glad you could make it, I'm just gonna ask you some questions,” 

“Alright,” I look back at Leo, but he's looking down, I screwed up. The officer leads me into what I'm guessing is an interrogation room of sorts. Leo stayed in the waiting room. So much for keeping an eye on me.  I follow the officer inside the room, he has me sit down in front of him and takes a folder with paper out from under the table and sets it back down where I can see it, it's photos of my co-workers beaten up and photos of the men who I beat up, including my brother. 

“Do you know these people?” I look at the officer, then I point out everyone I know, including my brother.

After some time in the investigation room, the officer let me go. 

“I have enough information to assist your case in court but,  you need  a lawyer,” I freeze

“Oh,” I try to think of how I would even be able to afford a lawyer. Wait. I called my mom.

“Hey, Ma”

“Kel! My baby, how are you?”

“Much better but, I might need a lawyer, have any ideas?” the police officer looked at me, then sighed.

“Yeah, I mean, Clen could help.”

“Clen is a lawyer?”

“A damn good one”

“She would help me?”

“Why wouldn't she? Not everyone you don't know well hates you.”

“Oh.”

“I gotta go, love you, hun. You should come to the cafe and talk to Clen about it,”

“Alright, love you, bye.”

“Bye”

1:30 PM

When I got back to the lobby, Leo was standing, looking directly at me, 

“Kelliger, you're free to go, for now,” 

“Alright, thank you, officer, have a good day,”

“You as well.” I walk over to Leo and we walk out of the station. When we get to the car, Leo gets in the driver's seat and I sit in the backseat, trying to avoid any sort of conversation, and the ride home, it can wait. 

"Why are you sitting in the backseat?" Leo questioned, looking at me,

"More space," I lied.

"Alright, where to?" Asked Leo, I'm not sure if I should show up at the cafe during lunch rush hour, but I'll take a risk.

"Ma's cafe, I need to talk with her,"

"Are you sure? With you still recovering, I think it would be a good idea to go home and rest,"

"But I need to talk to Clen,"

"It can wait. You are going home," 

"Then why did you even ask where I want to go?" Leo was merging onto the highway when I said that, he sped up and merged over dangerously, almost hitting another car. 

"Because I just wanted to know, okay! I wanted to hear you say you want to go home, alright? I just wanted you and me to... Forgot it, you are going to rest when you get home, that's final if you want to be an asshole about it, you be an asshole, but what did I do? All I did was try and take care of you and you treat me like shit, Kel, pull yourself together, I’m not going to deal with this much longer.” That shut me up. Leo was mad, really mad, and he never gets mad. We had a quiet drive home.

2:45 PM

When we got home, Leo stormed straight into our room and then locked the door, which left our couch for me to “rest” on. The couch was too small and without Leo, I felt like shit, we almost didn’t fight at all, but there were those few times, but it always ended with us talking it out or apologizing and accepting our differences, but I feel like this is going to be different, Leo never locked our bedroom door, he would always go to the plant room if he wanted privacy.

“Leo?” I knocked gently on the door, and all I hear are sobs,

“GO AWAY!” I was stunned, he never yelled. I knew that I can’t talk to him right now, he wont listen at all. I don’t know what to do, so I just lay down on the couch and sleep.

4:39 PM

I woke up with a phone filled with notifications and no Leo in sight. I look at my phone and its messages from my brother and Lady Tanya. This isn’t good. I read Lady Tanya’s messages first.

Kel, the club is in trouble, I don’t know what to do, we’re being raided

Message sent at 4:30 PM

Kel, if you see this, please call the police, I can’t do anything

Message sent at 4:35 PM

I call the police immediately, I told them the address and someone is in danger, and when I hang up, I drive over to the club. When I pull up to the parking lot, it looks perfectly normal, so I grab my keys, but I found out that won't is necessary because the lock was torn out of the door. I cautiously look around, I kick something, and when I look down my soul leaves my body, someone brought a gun and shot, I was looking at Henry. Except he had a bullet going through his skull, his eyes were open and bloodshot, his face was a sheet of white. I bend down feeling his neck for a pulse, even though I know there won't be one. I look around, dead bodies everywhere, I find a trash can and vomit all that was in my stomach, I rush straight to Lady Tanya’s office. When I opened the door, a sob escaped me. Lady Tanya was laying face down, dead on her desk. I then look for the safe, it was perfectly intact. This wasn’t a raid, this was just killing for fun. I hear voices, they are far away and probably won't be able to find me. When they come closer, I prepare myself to attack them, praying that one doesn’t have a gun. When they go directly under me, I pop out from the ceiling, landing directly on one of the men, but when I land I twist my ankle and fall, I only took down one guy out of the group of three. I look up, the men were armed, with guns. One pointed the gun straight at me,

“Hey, Your Baby’s kid brother ain’t ya?” said the man pointing the gun at me,

“Who the fuck is baby,” I spat back 

“Bryan,” 

“So what if I’m his brother, I don’t associate with him anymore,”

“Well that’s too bad, I would go easy on you but since you don’t care about him, I guess not,” The man pointing the gun at me aimed and put his finger on the trigger. I tried kicking the gun away, but I was too late. He shot. I got shot.