I'm Crying Underwater (Sequel to I Can't See That You Truly Love Me)
They'll Never Take Us Alive
"Give me that!" Mike spat, snatching the letter from Jaime's hands. He read the letter.
Once. Twice.
"What does it say?" I demanded , turning my head to face Mike.
"How the hell does he know about this?!" Mike rambled, gripping the letter tightly and reading it once more. I turned back to face the road and groaned.
"Mikey... What does it say?" I asked again. Hayley scoffed and I shot her a look of annoyance.
"Don't you start." I mumbled. She looked at me coldly.
"Whatever." Hayley muttered and looked out her window. i rolled my eyes and proceeded to ask Mike again.
"Remember when we first got the band together?" mike piped up. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, um, remember when we, uh, heard about you getting in that gang?"
"You mean the Mexican Club?" I asked.
"It wasn't a club, Vic, it was a gang." Jaime voiced.
"It was a club, okay we did art. I told you this already!" I pulled the car over and turned the engine off.
"Vic, that was graffiti! We told you this already!" Mike exclaimed.
"So that's why Sanchez always had a gun.." I suddenly realised.
"What?" Asked Ashton and Paris simultaneously.
"Sanchez with the glasses and braces? That Sanchez?" Jaime asked doubtingly.
"Why was he even in a gang..." Mike trailed off in his own thoughts. I swivelled around in my seat.
"To be completely honest, I thought it was one of those play guns that make the sound like a real gun, but isn't the real thing." I laughed a little at how naive I was.
"Well, your 'club' was reckless and stupid." Jaime huffed.
"Sorry, mum." I snorted.
"Vic, you guys were pretty bad." Mike chimed in. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"How do we know he even has the right 'gang'?" I asked. Mike looked down at the letter and began to read.
"Rohan Sanchez' gang, Lío Caliente-"
"Your gang was called Hot Mess?" Ashton smirked and I groaned.
"I thought it was an art club! I thought Sanchez was inspired by the nature of art when he said lío caliente, okay?
Sanchez is such a nerd" I looked back at Ashton and he grinned widely.
"What else does the letter say?" Piped up Paris. I looked at her, and she looked back with wide eyes filled with curiosity. I felt my heart drop when I noticed how much she reminded me of Isabella.
"and dear Victor, it was not a club." Mike looked at me and winked. I rolled my eyes and motioned him to continue. He cleared his throat.
"Rohan Sanchez, such a nasty little creature. I'm glad I never met him. I am also glad at how much I know about your little scandal in the night. Mike, Jaime, I know you were there too.
Victor, does it still haunt your mind? The memories of that night? The face of the boy? The sound of his last breath? I know, it wasn't you who had killed him. I know it was Philip Romero, the big boss. You lot were just the bait, so you might as well have killed him..." Mike trailed off.
"The boy died?" I gasped. Shock filled my lungs and I quickly found it hard to breathe. I felt my hands begin to shale, and a wave of nausea soon hit me.
"I didn't read that part.." Mumbled Jaime. I heard Paris let out a small gasp, and looked in her direction. Tears were falling down her face and she cupped her hand over her mouth, softening the sound of her sharp breaths.
"Paris.. What's wrong?" Cooed Ashton, putting an arm around her and pulling her into him. She continued to quietly cry and shook her head. Another wave of nausea hit me and i quickly opened the car door. I gagged violently out of the car, thankful I wasn't vomiting.
"Paris.." I heard Mike speak, "Paris what is wrong?" I tried to catch my breath, and I slowly leaned back into the car. I turned back to face Paris, and saw her staring back at me.
"You killed him?" She whispered, another tear escaping her eye. I looked at her confused, and shook my head.
"No, I didn't. I didn't even know the boy was dead!" She looked at me blankly and sniffed.
"His name is Robby Harris." She stated. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"You knew him?" Mike asked carefully. Paris continued to stare blankly at me but made a sound, almost like laughter, in her throat. She smirked, and watched me hard.
"He was my brother."
Once. Twice.
"What does it say?" I demanded , turning my head to face Mike.
"How the hell does he know about this?!" Mike rambled, gripping the letter tightly and reading it once more. I turned back to face the road and groaned.
"Mikey... What does it say?" I asked again. Hayley scoffed and I shot her a look of annoyance.
"Don't you start." I mumbled. She looked at me coldly.
"Whatever." Hayley muttered and looked out her window. i rolled my eyes and proceeded to ask Mike again.
"Remember when we first got the band together?" mike piped up. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, um, remember when we, uh, heard about you getting in that gang?"
"You mean the Mexican Club?" I asked.
"It wasn't a club, Vic, it was a gang." Jaime voiced.
"It was a club, okay we did art. I told you this already!" I pulled the car over and turned the engine off.
"Vic, that was graffiti! We told you this already!" Mike exclaimed.
"So that's why Sanchez always had a gun.." I suddenly realised.
"What?" Asked Ashton and Paris simultaneously.
"Sanchez with the glasses and braces? That Sanchez?" Jaime asked doubtingly.
"Why was he even in a gang..." Mike trailed off in his own thoughts. I swivelled around in my seat.
"To be completely honest, I thought it was one of those play guns that make the sound like a real gun, but isn't the real thing." I laughed a little at how naive I was.
"Well, your 'club' was reckless and stupid." Jaime huffed.
"Sorry, mum." I snorted.
"Vic, you guys were pretty bad." Mike chimed in. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"How do we know he even has the right 'gang'?" I asked. Mike looked down at the letter and began to read.
"Rohan Sanchez' gang, Lío Caliente-"
"Your gang was called Hot Mess?" Ashton smirked and I groaned.
"I thought it was an art club! I thought Sanchez was inspired by the nature of art when he said lío caliente, okay?
Sanchez is such a nerd" I looked back at Ashton and he grinned widely.
"What else does the letter say?" Piped up Paris. I looked at her, and she looked back with wide eyes filled with curiosity. I felt my heart drop when I noticed how much she reminded me of Isabella.
"and dear Victor, it was not a club." Mike looked at me and winked. I rolled my eyes and motioned him to continue. He cleared his throat.
"Rohan Sanchez, such a nasty little creature. I'm glad I never met him. I am also glad at how much I know about your little scandal in the night. Mike, Jaime, I know you were there too.
Victor, does it still haunt your mind? The memories of that night? The face of the boy? The sound of his last breath? I know, it wasn't you who had killed him. I know it was Philip Romero, the big boss. You lot were just the bait, so you might as well have killed him..." Mike trailed off.
"The boy died?" I gasped. Shock filled my lungs and I quickly found it hard to breathe. I felt my hands begin to shale, and a wave of nausea soon hit me.
"I didn't read that part.." Mumbled Jaime. I heard Paris let out a small gasp, and looked in her direction. Tears were falling down her face and she cupped her hand over her mouth, softening the sound of her sharp breaths.
"Paris.. What's wrong?" Cooed Ashton, putting an arm around her and pulling her into him. She continued to quietly cry and shook her head. Another wave of nausea hit me and i quickly opened the car door. I gagged violently out of the car, thankful I wasn't vomiting.
"Paris.." I heard Mike speak, "Paris what is wrong?" I tried to catch my breath, and I slowly leaned back into the car. I turned back to face Paris, and saw her staring back at me.
"You killed him?" She whispered, another tear escaping her eye. I looked at her confused, and shook my head.
"No, I didn't. I didn't even know the boy was dead!" She looked at me blankly and sniffed.
"His name is Robby Harris." She stated. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"You knew him?" Mike asked carefully. Paris continued to stare blankly at me but made a sound, almost like laughter, in her throat. She smirked, and watched me hard.
"He was my brother."
Notes
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12/5/13