Author's Note: Hey y'all. So, this is co-written by myself and AshCrash44 (Ashley). Don't worry, we are still working on our other stories. Reviews and constructive critisism are always appreciated. Thanks,
-Cailee and Ashley :)
Disclaimer: We only own the people you don't recognize. Parker, Aden, Tyler, Michelle, ect...
Darkness. If I had to describe Southie in one word, darkness would be it. Even on the sunniest day of the year, my neighborhood was clouded. Maybe it was the drugs or the violence that kept Southie from brightening. Or maybe it was just the attitude of the people who lived here.
During the day, an outsider could mistake our home to just be the poor part of town. The area that had seen better days but was still relatively safe. That person would be right, as long as they didn't linger here too long. But after nightfall, anyone who wasn't a direct relative of Billy Darley was better off indoors.
For me, the night was a haven. It gave me a chance to crawl out from under my father's watchful eye and let loose. He kept tabs on me, of course, but that wasn't a problem. If growing up with Billy Darley as my father had taught me one thing, it was how to not get caught. My dad didn't know anything about me that I didn't want him to know.
Well as far as introductions go, I'm Parker Mackenzie Darley. I am 16 years old, and growing up, people have thought that I was just like my dad; I will admit that I can fight and have a gun and everything, but I am not part of the gang. My dad forbids it, which, I think blows. What can I do about it though? Some people are afraid to mess with me cause of who my family is, others are too stupid to even realize that I am a Darley.
So, of course he had no idea I was on B Street territory, buying heroin from a guy who wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if he found out who I was.
"You buying tonight, sweetheart?"
I looked up at the tall man and gave him a coy smile, twirling a piece of my hair.
"Depends Jerry. You selling anything good?" I asked even though I already knew he was.
"Course. How much do ya want?"
"As much as you have," I said, biting my lip, all joking demeanor gone.
Jerry wordlessly handed over six needles, all of which were filled with a yellow substance. I passed him a wad of cash before thrusting the needles deep into my gray messenger bag. When I looked up, I noticed Jerry giving me a disapproving look.
"In all seriousness kid, you really need to stop using this shit. You're too young for all this."
"Whatever Jer. Isn't this kind of like the pot calling the kettle black?"
I turned swiftly, not waiting for his answer. Jerry was just picking a fight. I wasn't going to stop doing heroin and he wasn't going to stop selling to me as long as I could pay. He gave me this speech every time I went to see him. I think he just liked to hear himself talk.
Once I was out from under the bridge Jerry was doing business under, I jogged until I hit the edge of Billy's territory. I made an immediate right turn and headed down the street toward Four Roses, my father's bar.
The night was bitterly cold, as usual. I was the only one on the street, besides one or two homeless people. I was surprised some of the guys who work for Billy weren't out here already. It was almost eleven at night, so at least a few of them should have been running corners.
As I made my way toward the bar, a few of the homeless people, seemed to notice I was a Darley and moved back a little. I rolled my eyes; sick of seeing people do this all the time. I walked into the bar; I was surprised to see that my dad was still having one of his meetings this late. He saw me walk in and nodded his head towards the back where Tyler and Aden were sitting in a booth. I complied and moved towards them.
"Hey Guys," I greeted as I sat down next to Aden and Tyler,
Tyler is one of my best friends, but is more like my older brother. He is a year older then me and is always trying to protect me. Tyler is Bodie's little brother, who just so happens to be my dad's best friend. Aden is my other best friend. He was once like my brother also, but that changed three years ago when he became my boyfriend. Aden has an older brother and sister, Jenny and Baggie. Aden refuses to tell me Baggie's real name, cause I guess Baggie will kill him if he does. Jenny moved out of Southie first chance she got- maybe she just didn't like it here. I don't know why. I love it here, but hey, I'm a little twisted.
"Where have you been?" Tyler asked me.
They both glared at me. "Around where Parker?' Tyler demanded. "You went to B Street again didn't you?" He asked softly. When I looked down they took it as a positive.
"Parker, look at me." Aden commanded. I did slowly.
"You bought more, and after we both told you to stop. What would Billy do if he knew you did this? Huh? How would he feel if he knew Michelle got you started?"
I looked into his eyes and saw no compassion. Then I looked over to Tyler and he had the same cold eyes. You guys don't know about my mom do you? Well I guess I can give you the history lesson.
Michelle Stevens was one of the only people to stay with my dad for a long time. She was 16, where Billy was 14 when they met and started dating, about a year later Michelle became pregnant with me. She didn't want to have a kid so she tried twice to terminate the pregnancy. It was unsuccessful. The next few months Billy watched Michelle closely making sure nothing happened to his unborn baby. Even though he was 15, he still cared enough to keep it.
When I was finally born, Billy was 15 and Michelle 17. She still wanted nothing to do with me, and therefore tried to leave the hospital after giving birth. Bodie and Baggie caught her trying to escape Boston and forcibly took her to Billy. Now because they were only 15, it wasn't as intimidating, but the three vowed that if Michelle stepped foot into Southie again, she would be dead before she could even blink. When I was 14, Michelle came back, and I met her for the first time.
I was outside my school, waiting for Tyler and Aden to get out of detention, when I felt some ones eyes on me. I turned around and saw this lady who was dressed in a work suit staring at me, I don't know why, but she kind of looked familiar to me. The lady stared walking over to me and looked at me eye to eye.
"Do you know who I am?" the stranger asked.
She sighed, "He never told you about me, did he? My name is Michelle Stevens."
My breath froze; I could tell my face looked surprised. "Not the Michelle Stevens? The one that dated Billy Darley? My mother?"
Michelle nodded. "So he did tell you."
I stood up, and started to back away slowly. My dad told me, that if I was ever to hear of her, I had to tell him strait away. I opened my mouth but she cut me off,
"You can't tell him I'm here, he'll be pissed."
"He'll be even more pissed if he finds out I knew you were here and didn't tell him. Sorry Michelle, but I am not as stupid as you."
"Parker-" she started,
"No, you've missed a lot. You weren't here to watch me grow up. So much has changed its not even funny. You're on your own."
Just then Aden and Tyler came out of the school and walked over to me.
"Something wrong babe?" Aden asked.
"No" I answered. "Can we just go home guys?"
They both nodded, still looking at Michelle suspiciously.
"Yeah, lets go home."
We walked silently for a few minutes, I was waiting for them to say something but when the apartments came into few, I saw my dad's car there, and stopped.
"Parker, what is it?" Tyler asked.
"You guys can't say anything to my dad about that lady. Okay?" They looked at me like I was a lunatic.
I sighed, knowing that I would have to tell them then hear a speech about how my dad has to know, and that he'll find out sooner or later. "Her name is Michelle, she's my biological mother."
They both looked at me shocked then at the same time outraged, "You have to tell Billy, you know the rules Parker. Do you have a death wish?"
"Please, I will tell him if I see her again. Promise."
Tyler and Aden looked at each other, then back at me. "Fine, but if I see her again, I am going to tell Billy. Understand?"
I nodded to Tyler, than took Aden's hand and the three of us walked to the apartments.
Since then I have seen Michelle, and she got me hooked on heroin.
"Relax guys, its not like I bought anything, I was selling. Getting my dad more money for the shop."
Tyler looked at me evenly; "You went to B Street just to sell. You really expect me to believe that piece of shit lie Parker?"
"Its not a lie, I went to sell in B Street cause not as many people know me there. I'm the seller, not Billy Darley's kid."
Aden looked at me seriously, "We're not stupid Parker, we know that your shooting up again, and we're both saying stop it now. Or else."
I was going to reply when the meeting in front of us seemed to end, and Billy, Bodie, and Baggie came our way. Tyler and Aden both promised me that if the adults came they would shut up.
"Where the fuck have you been Parker? You were supposed to be here an hour ago, where the hell where you?" Dad ordered.
"Just around, getting some stuff for tomorrow." I lied effortlessly.
"What stuff was so damn important that you couldn't wait till morning and you had to fucking break curfew!?"
"Just stuff dad, jeez," I grumbled.
"What stuff?" he pressed.
"Tampons dad! Okay? I had to get tampons!" I nearly shouted.
"Oh," Billy mumbled. "Well next time don't wait until 11 at night," he growled.
"Will do, dad." I rolled my eyes
"I think its time we went home, the three of you have school tomorrow," Bodie told us, while dad still looked caught off guard. Inside I was sighing in relief that he fell for it, if dad found out I did drugs, he would give me the Death Sentence for sure.
In the car there was an awkward silence till Dad asked, "So… have you seen Michelle lately?"
"No, not since you ran her out of Southie, dad." I lied again.
"Good," he growled. "Keep it that way. You just got off grounding from not telling me she came back. Don't mess up again; you won't like the consequences I come up with. "
I remained silent. A few minutes passed and we got out of the car. "What were you guys talking about?"
"Stuff," my dad replied vaguely.
"What 'stuff'," I growled.
"Nothing you need to worry about, Parker."
"It's not fair to keep me out of the loop, dad!" I yelled.
Billy grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward roughly. "Listen here Parker," he said, his voice deadly. "You will not raise your voice to me and you will not ask about it again. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I mumbled.
"What was that?" Billy growled.
"Yes sir," I said, louder this time.
He released my neck and a glared at him angrily, rubbing the red marks he had left.
"Didn't need to grab me so hard," I mumbled under my breath thinking he wouldn't hear but Billy Darley hears all. He put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me into the wall. He put one hand flat against the wall next to my head and gripped my left wrist with his other one.
I lowered my gaze in submission, suddenly scared of my father. I knew for a fact that he had killed numerous people, several in front of me, even, but he had never been as threatening toward me before.
"Understand me when I say I do not want you questioning my authority again," he growled, his grip on my wrist tightening.
"Sorry sir," I whispered.
Billy released his grip on my wrist only to grab my bicep hard and pull me down the hall. "I can walk on my own, you know," I mumbled.
Billy either didn't hear me or chose to ignore me.
I was pulled up the stairs with my dad in front of me, up to the very top of the apartment complex, where our suite is, the biggest apartment. When he opened the door, I was shoved in and surprised to see my uncle on the couch.
"Hey Uncle Joey,"
Dad looked at Joe still in a pissed off mood, "Why ain't you at your corner?"
"Had to talk to you about some business."
Dad nodded then looked at me, "Room, now. You got school."
I looked at both of them and instantly knew it was gang business. "G'night."
"Night," They said together.
I walked to my room, put my stuff down on the bed, and then went out into the hallway to here what was going on.
"What's up Joe?" Dad asked. I heard the ancient couch squeak under his weight when he sat down.
"I was on my way to my post when I got an intrusting phone call. Remember Landen?"
"Yeah, your B Street contact that I wanna kill. Why'd he call you?"
"Told me he saw someone who looked a hell of a lot like Parker under the bridges buying from one of his sellers. Saw her put the brown paper bag into her messenger bag."
I felt my eyes widen and ran back to my room. Luckily, Tyler's room is directly under mine so I grabbed my bag, clothes, and cell phone, and headed out the window.
After a few minutes of climbing down the fire escape, I saw him lying on his back in the dark room. I knocked on the window then laughed cause he jumped about ten feet in the air.
He rolled out of bed and came to open the window to let me in.
"What are you doing now?"
"Joe's B Street contact called him, and told him someone who looked like me was there. Can I sleep here tonight and catch a ride with you to school?"
He sighed then opened the window more. "Just be quiet so Bodie doesn't hear you, okay? I value my life, unlike you."
"Thanks. I already got the neck treatment tonight, and it will probably be worse tomorrow."
"Parker, would it kill you not to get into trouble."
I climbed in his bed and covered up. "Pretty much, yeah."
Tyler rolled his eyes and crawled in next to me, "Good night Parker."
"Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams.
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye."
I woke up, hearing Tyler's cell going off, with the song that tells the story of my life Gangsta's Paradise.
"Tyler… answer your damn phone."
He rolled around and grabbed the phone, and answered it.
I was almost back to sleep when Tyler jumped out of bed. "What's going on?" I mumbled into the pillow.
"Get up and get dressed, Parker," Tyler instructed,
"Why?" I whined.
"Aden got arrested. We gotta meet Billy and the others at Four Roses." My face paled and my breath came in short gasps.
"He got arrested?" I squeaked.
"Yeah, now come on!" Tyler said as he pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and a wife beater over his head.
"Can you give me a minute to get dressed?" I whispered. Tyler let out an exasperated sigh.
"You're choosing now to be shy?"
"Yes!" I shouted, glaring fiercely.
"Ugh fine. One minute," he groaned. He grabbed his wallet off the bedside table and his car keys and stomped out the door, making sure to slam the door to show his frustration with me.
I pulled my paper sack of heroin needles out of my messenger bag and shoved it under Tyler's bed. My father wasn't stupid; if he thought there was even a chance that I could be doing drugs, he would search through all my things looking for them, my messenger bag in particular.
Not bothering to do anything other than change my shirt, I rushed out to Tyler and Bodie's living room, Tyler was waiting for me. "You ready?"
"Yeah. Let's go."