Red Flags Chapter 8
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👩❤️👨 Red Flags: ❣️
♥️🚩👫 (Badasses • Bad • Jerks) 🚩♥️
TITANS MANSION, 6PM*
All members of the club are currently in the boxing hall, surrounding the boxing ring.
Chadwick is inside the ring with a member of the club, and the guy’s face is already bloody and unrecognizable.
He looks like a living dead.
The fight has been ongoing since an hour ago, and he’s almost dead.
Chadwick knowingly organized the fight to purge away his anger, and he doesn’t really care about the guy’s life or anything.
None of the members can stand up to him in a combat, so the guy literally signed his death book immediately he stepped in the ring with him.
Naked sluts and clothed members are busy screaming, hailing Chadwick and encouraging him to give the guy a finishing punch.
They can’t wait to see him lifeless.
Chadwick grabbed the guy by the hair, and he made an attempt to lift him off his feet, but Chadwick stood rooted.
His mind went to how Emory talked fearlessly to him in class earlier, and then how Banks talked at the poolside.
The anger came in handfuls again, and he punched the guy in the stomach.
His blood splattered out, and he flew up, landing on the ring ropes, but he bounced back, so he landed on the ground, dead.
- Yes!!!!
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Chad!
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Chad!!!!
His hailing began, and he stepped out of the net, taking a bottled water from North.
He drank from it and spit it all at Omar’s face.
Omar quickly tightened his lips so the water won’t penetrate into his mouth.
“Discard the body” North ordered him.
“Ok” Omar replied.
North left with Chadwick, and Omar folded his fists.
*
7PM, CARSON’S MANSON*
Emory’s parents arrived from their business trip an hour ago.
Mrs. Carson is busy cooking in the kitchen while Mr. Carson is probably in his study.
Emory stayed in her room, trying to get her assignments done with a roll of joint between her lips.
Kitchen ain’t her thing, even a dog will reject anything cooked by her so she can’t help her mum.
She has decided not to go clubbing tonight to make her mum happy.
She took another puff from her joint and saw it’s already too short.
She dropped the butt on her ashtray and was about to start rolling another one when she got a text on her phone.
Thinking it’s from the girls group chat, she quickly took it, but she was bewildered to see it’s a picture of a dîck!
“What the…
She stood immediately, checking the number.
There’s no number at all, it’s an empty contact.
“Who the fûck sent this shit!” She spat, the phone falling from her hand.
She almost got triggered, but her mum came in that moment.
“Ma” she said awkwardly, trying to hide the ashtray from her.
“You don’t have to. I’m aware that you smoke joint” Mrs. Carson smiled, walking to her.
She took her hands.
“You knew?” Emory said.
“I’ve only been pretending, remember what I said about never judging you?” The woman smiled, and Emory hugged her.
“How’s school treating you? I told you not to fight the mad guy who ruined your car, I’ll just get you another one” she said.
“I didn’t fight him, didn’t even see him” Emory lied, and the woman smiled.
“Emory!” Mr. Carson’s voice came downstairs.
“Gawd, this oldie” Emory groaned, breaking the hug.
Mrs. Carson chuckled as they left the room together.
They got downstairs and met Mr. Carson in his study.
He’s standing beside one of the shelves, the one with the scattered books as a result of Levi’s violence.
Emory cursed him inwardly immediately…
She forgot to arrange the books!
“Care to tell me what happened here?” Mr. Carson questioned gruffly.
“It’s nothing, I’ll arrange it right now” Emory replied and started picking up the books.
Her mother helped out too.
“Rebelling like this won’t help this situation, Emory. You’re my daughter añd I won’t stop telling you the truth” Mr. Carson said, and Emory stood.
“What do you mean? You think I knowingly poured the books away?”
There’s hurt in her voice.
“What else? It’s not your first time throwing tantrums just to get back at me, and it’s not my fault ok? It wasn’t!” Mr. Carson snapped.
“Lies! If you had taken me with you that day, it wouldn’t have happened…if you didn’t leave me at home, uncle Fred wouldn’t have his way into my pants!” Emory shouted.
“Em…” Her mother held her, but she broke free.
“It was a business conference, I couldn’t possibly take you!” Mr. Carson said.
“I begged you, I begged you like crazy! I did…but you left me, the fault is on you!” Emory shouted and rushed out of the study.
She could hear her mother’s voice echoing after her as she took each step farther and farther from the house, but it’s not in her agenda to go back into that house tonight.
She doesn’t even have a car anymore, so walking it is the only option.
Her mother called many times, but she didn’t pick as she quickened her steps, wrapped by darkness.
She sent a text to the girls group chat.
Emory: anyone in for clubbing? I need to drink.
Lizzy: didn’t we settle for no clubbing tonight?
Emory: something happened.
Rebekah: Sneaking out of the palace will be impossible tonight.
Nina: I can’t come, I’m busy with mum.
Lizzy: I’ll come with you… should I come pick you at your place?
Emory: Nope, we meet there.
She pocketed her phone and quickened her steps, but then she felt a chilly presence behind herself.
She turned, but no one in sight, so she continued her walk, but still, her feeling of being followed persisted.
Actually, this is not her first time feeling it, but it’s stronger tonight.
She stopped and turned back for the second time, but no one again.
She hissed out and took the last step out of the street.
She stopped a taxi and got in.
“Void clubhouse” she said, resting back.
The taxi moved.
*
VOID CLUBHOUSE*
“Are you the only one going in tonight?” The gate bouncer asked immediately Lizzy showed up.
“Nope, Emz is coming” Lizzy replied.
“She’s always available” the bouncer replied, and Lizzy chuckled.
“Need to use the restroom, be right back” he said, and Lizzy shrugged as he left.
She got her phone to call Emory, but someone snatched it from her, and she looked up to see Chadwick staring piercingly at her
North is beside him, a mean smile on her pale lips.
“Fashion icon, what’s up?” North waved tauntingly, popping gum in her mouth.
“Give me my…
Lizzy couldn’t say the rest cos someone injected her from behind, and she fell flat on the ground.
Omar appeared afterwards, he did the injecting actually.
He carried her on his shoulder, and he followed Chadwick away.
North dropped a note on the bouncer’s table before following them.
A minute later, the bouncer came out and took the note.
His eyes widened, and Emory appeared almost immediately.
“Tell me Lizzy got here already” she said.
Speechlessly, he gave her the note.
Emory’s pupils dilated when she began reading.
~•~Lizzy will be trapped till you bring Banks to us. The two of you will go down on your knees in front of us before Lizzy can be free. You have 24hrs, else I’m killing her. Code: Black/White~•~
Merely seeing the code, she got who it’s from immediately… The Titans.
“Chadwick” she gritted her teeth.
“Chadwick!!!!!”
Lizzy is not healthy, this can’t be happening.
She got her phone with shaky hands.
*
Omar is still walking to the car with Lizzy on his shoulder when she began stiffening up, and he almost fell.
“Walk!” North shouted behind him.
He took another step, and Lizzy fell from his shoulder to the ground.
“Dumbass!” Chadwick made to kick him, but North held him.
“Chad, look at this” she muttered.
Chadwick turned to look at Lizzy, and his forehead knitted.
Lizzy is still stiffening on the ground, and her body is moving violently like a worm does when salted.
That’s not all though, she’s also foaming from the mouth.
North couldn’t believe her eyes, and Omar gasped.
She’s epileptic!
“Interesting, damn interesting” Chadwick grinned.
TBC.
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