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Captain Arsehole
Be at the house today at 1
Don’t be late
It was sent from an unknown number and that’s all it says but if I had any doubt that it was her, the dagger and fairy emojis at the end were all I needed to figure out exactly who was demanding shit from me. Well, that and the fact that no one else would ever dare call meCaptain Arsehole, not to my face anyway.
Kenzi isn’t the only one that has changed in the years we’ve been apart. I’ve built quite a reputation in the years that I’ve been here, and it’s only partly to do with the shit my father managed to drag us into when he started working for Rafe’s dad. No, my reputation stems from the fact that I’ve turned into a ruthless bastard that isn’t afraid to get a little bloody in order to get what I want, and everyone knows it.
I was so full of fear and anger in the months after I had moved here. The nightmares after what I saw kept me up at night but I couldn’t stop myself from searching for any bit of news about what she was doing; which only succeeded in giving me new horrors to contend with.
It turned me from a boy that hated violence with such a visceral passion because of what I had seen that sweet girl go through, that I couldn’t even stomach watching fake fighting on the tv, into a boy who was constantly getting into fights even when I knew there was no way that I could win, sure to get my arse handed to me. And I did; a hell of a lot in the beginning.
I wasangryat my dad for calling me to meet him that night, at myself for the way I left Kenzi, and hid in my house until we left London, terrified she was going to find me and hack me into little pieces because I knew who she was.
I picked fights with anyone I could goad into it; my growing guilt and rage at the world made me believe that if I couldn’t beat my opponent then I deserved the beating. I took every swing for failing the girl I had promised to protect. Black eyes and split lips turned to broken noses and ribs, until one day I decided to pick a fight with the person whose father was responsible for bringing us here.
Rafe was huge even back then. I knew I had no chance against him, but when I saw him standing with his two best friends in the park that day just hanging out, laughing and joking and having everything that I had so recently lost? My rage got the best of me. I ran up from behind and barrelled into him, roaring at the whole situation, the pain at seeing him with everything I no longer had ripping me apart from the inside, but I only managed to take him to the ground because I caught him by surprise.
There’s a yell from behind me as I land on Rafael’s back and start to swing my fists wildly, screaming as they land into his ribs a few times before I am dragged off him and held back by his laughing friends.
I struggle in between Wyatt and Elijah, screaming for them to let me go as they laugh and Rafael stands to his feet, brushing the dirt from the front of his clothes as he turns to face me.
“Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?” He asks, walking towards me with a scowl on his face.
When he’s standing in front of me he swings his fists into my stomach making me grunt in pain as the other two continue to hold me up.
“I asked you a fucking question,” he pulls his fist back and swings again, punching me in the face, and I taste blood in my mouth as my teeth cut the inside of my cheek.
“You’re the reason I lost everything!” I scream up at him as he towers over me and I spit the blood filling my mouth into his face.
He wipes his hand down his cheek, smearing the blood there and making him look like a savage beast as he growls and then comes for me, throwing his fists into my stomach and ribs. I can’t hold back the grunts of pain as I feel one of my ribs snap. I drop to my knees as Wyatt and Elijah let go of my arms before Rafael’s foot connects with my chest knocking me to the ground.
I scramble to get up and rush him again, wrapping my arms around his legs as I lift myself off the floor to bring him down. I scramble up the front of his body but before I can land any punches I’m dragged off him once more as I roar with anger.
“You must have a death wish to try that a second time,” Wyatt says with a chuckle as I try once more to get out of the hold he and Elijah have on my arms.
My ribs scream with pain at every movement but I don’t care, my adrenaline ensuring I see nothing but the boy in front of me as the cause of all my problems, and I scream my rage at him like a caged animal, snarling and desperate as I try to break free and get to him again.
“It’s all your fucking fault!” I shout. “You’re the reason I’m like this! I’ll fucking kill you! It’s all your fault!” My strength leaves me as I finish and my legs give out, causing Wyatt and Elijah to let me go as I drop to my hands and knees. “It’s all your fucking fault,” I say quietly as I bow my head.
“What is he talking about, Rafe?” Elijah asks him.
“I haven’t got a fucking clue. I don’t even know who this arsehole is,” he replies.
“Hey, arsehole, what the fuck are you going on about?” Wyatt asks me, kicking my leg to get my attention. I raise my head to Rafael and sneer.
“Your family is the reason I’m in this middle of fucking nowhere town. If it wasn’t for your fucking dad offering mine a job I wouldn’t fucking be here,” I snarl at him, moving to get to my feet once more.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, mate,” Wyatt says as he places his hand on my shoulder to keep me on my knees.
I keep my eyes on Rafael as he nods to the boys beside me, Wyatt’s hand lifting off my shoulder before he looks down at me.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I know that if you being here has anything to do with my father there’s no way you’ll be leaving any time soon,” he holds his hand out towards me and arches his brow. “You’ve got a lot of rage in you, but no fucking skill. I can help you with that.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” I ask him.
“Because I hate my arsehole father more than you do and I think that you could be useful to keep around, but you have to get control of all that anger and use it to your advantage. With a bit of training you could make a killing at the fights,” He tilts his head looking at his outstretched hand before his eyes land back on me.
