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The boys of Darker Dayz live for the parties, groupies, and alcohol. She's troubled and broken with only an abusive, negligent brother to call family. And the other one she's lost in a world she feels she doesn't belong in.

     The streets are dark aside from the occasional night club lights or street light. She's alone for now in this tiny space. It's her safe place away from her house. A house where she doesn't feel safe. Where everyone is a threat. Here she can stay curled up as long as she wants and no one will ask her questions at least until the cops find her, return her, and try to get her to confess what's been done to her. To which she says nothing. For now, though, she is calm with her legs pulled up against her chest and eyes closed. No she's not sleeping, but rather trying to stay conscious for the time being.

     The booming bass, the steady pounding of the drums, strobing lights, sweaty bodies, and half-dressed girls are the reason they attend this place so often, that and the booze. The men in this group are almost always drunk. They spend more time drunk than anything else and they call themselves a band. Half the group is stuck at the table two of which are so drunk their heads are rested against the table. Two are on opposite ends of the bar sucking the face of some groupie, and another he's in the bathroom leaned over a toilet spewing his guts and squeezing his eyes shut tight. Oh yes this is their daily life because at the moment they have hardly any motivation to take their band dream seriously. Each of them with some type of past that they want away from. One of the men from the table gets up and he's surprisingly steady on his feet as he leaves. He's going to have to be the one to get them home tonight. He's the responsible one as always, never drinking too much and caring for his friends.

     The night air picks up slightly tousling his dark tresses as he makes his way to where he's parked the van. From time to time the lights catch on his fair skin. One hand stays tucked in his pocket and the other runs through his hair. He watches for police, because his friends are rather incapable of staying out of trouble when intoxicated. Finally, his eyes spot the van and he sighs with relief and moves faster to get to it. Once he's inside and started it up, he moves it from its parking space and over to the club they've been in all evening.

     She's not concerned about anything. Not even the fact that she's worrying her brother and driving him up a wall. Not the cold air that nips at her legs as she runs through the night drunk and laughing at the top of her lungs like a free spirit. Her eyes are bright with some type of electricity from deep in her soul. All he can do is try to keep up with her and keep her out of trouble. She's all he has left in this hell he calls life. It's why he does what he does.

     It's the sirens that have her up and running now, forcing her to find another spot to hide. That signature red, white, and blue flashing in the dark. The potent wailing in the background as she tries to run down narrow passages into darker areas where no one will notice her, but her running leads her to a brighter area where doors open to loud exciting places. Places she avoids so that the things that she experiences at home are lessened. She can hear feet behind her, multiple pairs, and the sound of dogs barking. They'll find her if she isn't careful. Without a second thought she runs into the street. It's tires screeching, the feeling of her body being thrown back, and people screaming. Briefly the world stops and grows hazy before turning black.

     He tried, he really tried not to hit her. But he hadn't seen her to be honest, wasn't even expecting her to run out into oncoming traffic. With a single fluid movement, he's clambering out of the van, the other members following suit.

     "Shit, Mitchell, just fucking kill everyone."

     Mitchell's not paying attention anymore. He's leaning over the unconscious girl freaking out.

     "She alive?"

     "Yeah, fortunately. Mitchie didn't run her down. She's lucky to just be unconscious."

     " Aaron, you're not even over here. How would you know?"

     "Oh Mitch, you worry too much. but if you must know her chest is still moving a little."

     Sure enough, Aaron was right the girl's chest is still heaving as she struggles to breathe. Mitchell sighs and glances at the older male with another worried look. Their entire group could hear the sirens. They now have an even bigger problem on their hands.

     "This is...this is... Going to sound shtoopid, but lesh jusss take her."

     "Eijinn, we're best friends and all but will you shut your drunk ass up!"

     Aaron of course knows that his overly drunk red headed friend is right about what he's said because otherwise it would look like they'd meant to hit her. And so it's no surprise that he moves quick to toss the injured girl over his shoulder and starts running. By then half the group is behind him and the van is no longer sitting in the middle of the street.

     She's still running and giggling when he finally catches up to her. At the least she's enjoying herself though he's sure there are people who want her put into an asylum. A frown graces her face as he throws an arm around her.

     "Ella, my darling sister, if you're not careful you'll get hurt. Let's just go home already."

     The younger girl shakes her head and her smile returns. Before he can ask her what she's thinking, Ella is off and disappearing into the night, leaving him to try and catch up with her. She's a blur of motion and giggles in the night. He's thankful that he's fast enough to keep up with her. She's all he has left in this world that's cursed and poisoned. Her existence keeps him going, keeps him alive and happy. After all, she is his only sister. When she slows he looks over at her with a raised eyebrow. They've entered an area with no rules. Everywhere is dark, not a single side lamp or street light to light their way. This isn't what catches either sibling's eyes, it's the painted mural on the opposing wall. A delicate detailing of spiraling flames engulfing a city of lights.

     "Mama, would have loved this. She would've come up with a great story for it too."

     "We can always show it to her, Ella. When we can, Mama will come here and I promise we can show her this. She'll love it."

     "You're an amazing brother, Sebastian."

     "And you're an amazing sister. Now please, can we go home?"

     Finally, the girl sighs and allows him to lead her back home. Although she'd much rather run through the city she knows it's also in her best interest to head home.

     Mitchell's managed to somehow pick up each and every one of his friends without getting pulled over. Especially considering Aaron has brought the unconscious girl with them. She hasn't woken once since being hit and he's worried that he may have done some serious damage. In the passenger seat beside him is Alex, mumbling about how they should just dump her somewhere and be done with it. The only thing keeping him alive is the fact that Aaron is too far in the back to actually do anything. Unless one of the others is drunk enough to switch seats with him.

     "Alex, I suggest you shut your mouth before Aaron does find a way up here. I can't drive and pull him off you at the same time so until I have that capability shut the hell up or you can walk home."

      The blue-eyed blonde looks over at his companion eyes wide with shock. Mitchell only catches a glimpse of it before slamming on the brakes at a red light. In the back of the van swears fly from some of the others.

     "I swear if I didn't know any better I'd think we let Eijinn drive. But he's back here being a pervert, so it can't be him."

     "Aaron, for a drunkard you sure sober up really quick. Next time I slam on the breaks I'll make sure you smack your head on the window. Might put you out cold. Now if you don't mind I'd like to not get pulled over tonight."

     "Sucks to be you then, because I'm pretty sure Bryant just stuck his tatted ass out the window for all the world to see. And I drank more than him."

     A groan and a yelp later the van is slowing to a stop beside a side street and Mitchell is fishing out the cars registration as well as his license. Meanwhile Bryant hiccups an apology that no one seems to understand.

     "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

     "Would it have something to do with my drunk friend sticking his ass out of the window while I'm driving?"

     "How many of you are in here?"

     "There are seven of us. My five brothers, my sister, and myself."

     Alex raises an eyebrow, but before he can speak someone smacks him upside the head.

     "Jason! Leave Alex alone will you!"

     "Wasn't me."

      "Aaron is in the far back of the car! Who else could it have been?!"

     "Aaron, who else would smack Alex in the head?"

     Mitchell huffs and turns his attention back to the officer. In the back of the van Aaron smirks and leans back in his seat. Bryant followed suit, eyes cast downwards towards his feet. Jason remains silent trying to block out everything else. Eijinn is passed out and Alex is still rubbing his head. The officer shines a brief light into the van inspecting each person.

      "Is everyone in here of drinking age?"

     "My sister isn't, but she didn't drink anything we're just coming from a house party."

     "Alright have a good evening and the next time I won't let you off with a warning. You may want to seatbelt your friend so he doesn't commit another act of public indecency. "

     "Certainly officer. It won't happen again."

     "You gentlemen have a good evening."

     "You too Officer."

     The officer leaves and Mitchell waits for him to drive off before pulling back into traffic. He's well aware of the others sniggering in the back of the van. He ignores them and shakes his head. He has to get them home so that he can make sure the girl he hit is okay. Nothing bothers his conscious more than knowing he might have accidently ended someone's life or caused permanent severe damage. His heart rages against his rib cage as he drives as fast as he can back to their house. Although, he still manages to follow traffic laws and Bryant keeps his rear stuck in the car. The drive remains miraculously peaceful as the others pass out drunk in the back and Alex in the passenger seat. He's thankful that he's almost on their street when he stops at another red light. Finally, he pulls onto their street and a few houses down the road he's pulling into their driveway.

     Alex is the first he wakes up after climbing out. Gently tugging the blonde male by his arm. In the back he taps Jason's leg to get him to wake up. Jason leans to one side and slaps Bryant on the back of the head before clambering out, his black tresses casting a shadow over his grey eyes. Bryant turns one dark blue eye on him before turning and shaking Aaron and Eijinn in the far back. Aaron's head snaps up, green eyes dark and brooding. It takes him a moment before he turns to Eijinn, kicks his leg, and then picks up the young girl. As he climbs out Eijinn finally gets up, copper eyes half lidded and sleep filled. Once Mitchell is sure that everyone is out of the vehicle he closes and locks all the doors.

     Alex is the first to stumble into the house having unlocked the door himself. Behind him is Jason and Bryant, followed by Eijinn, Mitchell, and Aaron carrying the girl. Mitchell quickly ushers Aaron into the downstairs guest room. The only room left in the house. The room is simplistic with a queen sized bed set up center against one wall, double windows on another, a full bathroom across from where the bed sits, lavender bedding, deep purple tiles across the floor, and pastel purple on the walls. The consequence of letting Alex pick the color for the room. Aaron wastes no time in placing her in the bed and then following Mitchell out and into the living room. Everyone is sprawled out somewhere, most being on the floor.

     "For now we wait for her to wake up. There's not much we can do. She should only be out for a little but, there's no telling. I'm certain I didn't hit her that hard, but she looks underweight and deathly sick. If she doesn't wake up in a couple of hours, we take her to the hospital."

     "This means someone has to continually check in on her."

     "Well, yeah, and since you're all going to be spewing sooner or later we can take turns."

     Everyone groans at Mitchell's proposal, but as he said half of them get up and run up to the bathroom. He shakes his head and sits on the couch, tossing his head back against it and letting sleep take him for a while. Tonight is going to be the longest night of his life. At this rate he's not sure this ideal they have is the best one for the way they live. He clenches his eyes shut as the sounds of gagging fill the house, tearing apart his thoughts. He's surprised that she doesn't wake to these sounds. Himself, he would not be able to sleep through this even if he'd been hit by a moving vehicle.

     Ella and Sebastian make their way quietly through the alleyway leading to their house. Theirs is the only one on this street. It's decorated with various solar powered lights in various colors and sizes. The porch light to their not so humble abode is on and they can see the silhouette of their father as he waits for their arrival. She sprints ahead of her brother, up the steps of the porch, and into her father's arms. Sebastian takes his time approaching the house knowing full well that his father will be harsh with him for having Ella out so late. He waits for Ella to go inside before stepping onto the porch. Their father doesn't look angry, but then again he's never been able to tell.

     "Do I even want to know what the two of you got up to?"

     "She really didn't get into any trouble. Just ran around town, despite the cold weather."

     The man sighs and shakes his head. He's used to this behavior by now and at this point no longer has anything to say about the way they behave. He knows for certain that his daughter has a tendency to run around in the cold winter weather in short clothes. It's a wonder she hasn't gotten sick yet. The only thing he's sure of is his son's ability to keep an eye on her. Although him and Sebastian have never really seen eye to eye, since the boy was but four years old. At that point his father had left his mother and he'd come into the boy's life. It didn't help that he was the reason his father abandoned them. If she hadn't gotten pregnant with Ella maybe things would be different. There's no telling now. He loves the boy as his own, but the tension will always be there. The least he's grateful for is the fact that he looks after Ella.

     "Thank you, for looking after her."

     "I don't need to remind you that I'm not doing it for you right. I do it for my mother and for myself."

      "When will you come to terms with what's happened. You were four and you're still holding onto that."

     "It'll take a lot more than you bringing Ella and myself here. Or even bringing my mother here. My own father refuses to speak with me because he believes I helped you get with my own mother. I have not seen him since I was a child. He refuses to acknowledge my presence! I did nothing to him! I was a child! I did not tell you to knock my mother up! I did not tell you to bring us here!!!"

     Sebastian has had several outbursts over the years but nothing quite like this. Nothing so real and undoubtedly true that would hurt him. No everything has been said in passing with a sugary coating on top of it. Not tonight, tonight it's raw emotions and boiling blood. This is probably the first time he's been so outspoken about his life at all. Taken aback he lets Sebastian storm into the house. There's nothing he could say that would obviously make the boy feel a bit better about his situation. From inside he can hear the door slam shut to Sebastian's room and Ella's startled screech. He sighs, looks around and then up at the starry night sky. Something has to be done about both children by the end of the week in his mind before he can even think to bring their mother. 

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