Crimson in our destiny

(Davina's P.O.V) As Eli and I circled each other, looking for an opening to take the other one down, I see a new girl enter from the corner of my eye. She was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. Her straight black hair cut to a shoulder length, which suited her; her hair framed her face while I was distracted with the new girl Eli punched me on the jaw causing me to topple a few steps back. I glared at him and punched him in the abdomen; he falls backwards onto the new girl. I wait for them to get up but run as I hear groaning from the girl, so hold Eli’s hand and pull him up with too much force and his face collides with my shoulder. I understand an ‘ow’ as he pulls away holding his jaw, well he deserves it. I hold out my hand, and the girl grabs it, I pull her up cautiously and sit her down on the white-illuminated bench nearby. I see her shoulders looked stiff, “Do you mind pulling your shirt to the side I want to check if there are any bruises.”, she complies, and I look to see a few small new bruises on her shoulder which carried down to her shoulder blades, which crashed into the pole, “they will be fine in a few days.” I walk back to my locker and took out my black bag and remove the tube I use; I put it next to her. “ Do you want to apply it yourself or shall I?”, she grabs it from the bench and squirts out a little onto her hand in a thin line, but since her shoulder hurt she isn’t able to reach her shoulder blades where most of her bruises were. Chuckling I start applying the cream, “My name is Davina by the way, you can call me Dav. The guy who fell on top of you is Elijah.” “My name is Vanessa; people usually call me Nessa.”, We make some small talk. I could see that she was holding back a question, so I waited for her to ask. She couldn’t control herself and asked me, “ Are you in a gang like my parents? Aren’t you too young?”. I nod and reply, “My dad is the head of the gang. I know your parents.” She just nodded and continued talking; I expected her to be uncomfortable. Eli walked back after changing into a pair of sweats and a black tee and apologised to Nessa; we just sat there talking about a TV show we all watched called ‘Riverdale’. I found out that she is the same age as Eli and I, she said she always wanted to know how to throw the dagger. “I know how to throw daggers, so does Eli.”, as she heard me say that she squeals. “Can you teach me?” she asks, I reply with a ‘next time’ instead of a maybe, because I knew that I would see her quite often, then her parents walked in. So I ask her, “Nessa would you like to go have some ice cream with Eli and me?”, she asks her parents to allow her to go with us. “Davina will you drop her off after you're done?”, Mrs.Ivamore asks. Nodding I drag her with Eli and me. I hear Mrs Ivamore say, “Our daughter made friends so quickly, it has barely been a day since we came here.” --- We enter the small ice cream store or is it a cafe; I don’t know. It is called ‘Chocodrip’; it has fake chocolate drips hanging from the ceiling, the table had chairs which were in the shape of popsicles. I always came here as far as I could remember, my Dad would always bring me here, I know what you are thinking isn’t your dad evil, he runs a gang. My dad is awesome, yeah he runs Crimson Destiny, but he never had a choice this a blood gang, only someone blood related can take over. My Dad never had an option, but he gave me an opportunity, I accepted since it was family business. Yeah, we assassinate people, make drug deals, even run illegal races and fights. Since we help the MI6, nobody ever catches us. We have a business front known as Cross industries; we are millionaires who own a gang. I walk to the display and look at the options; there are so many, how will I choose? Nessa picks chocolate with a vanilla cone, and Elijah pulls his usual mixed berry flavour with his chocolate cone… and well his doughnut too. I still can’t choose. I feel someone nudge my shoulder, Nessa looks at me and says, “ How long are you going to take, just pick one.” Whining I choose the strawberry cheesecake with the vanilla cone, “See was that so hard.” I snort at her choice of words. Eli snickers and sits down, we continue licking our ice creams and talking, I found out the Nessa is shifting to our school as she just moved to a different house, which is closer to my school. I am so excited, I am going to get a new friend who is not Eli, no offence to him but he is boring now. I hear a gasp, “You think I am boring!” , oh crap did I say that out loud? “Yes, you did.”, I blush and look to Nessa who looks like she is trying to control her laughter, keyword being trying. I stick my tongue, and she bursts out laughing unable to control it. My phone rings, I see that it is Mum, so I pick it up, “ D when are you coming home?”, I hear my brother, Kaden’s voice. I forgot I promised him that I would come home and play Xbox Kinect “I will be home in ten minutes, okay? What ice cream flavour would you like?”, I feel so bad, I mean I promised my four-year-old brother, and I forgot my promise, this is something that I don't want ever to happen again. What kind of sister am I? “Chocolate with vanilla on top and the sprinkled cone, please.”, He pleads, he knows he can’t have too much ice cream before bed, so do I. Instead, I say okay and walk up to the counter to buy him the ice cream. “ You forgot haven’t you?”, Eli asks, I nod and grab his ice cream. “What?”, Nessa asks. “I forgot I promised my brother that I would be home by 8, a few days back he was crying that I wasn’t spending time with him. He asked me if I didn’t love him anymore, so I promised him that I would be there for him to play with him on Friday. So can we rush home?”, she nods, and I see tears in her eyes. “At least you know where your brother is if he is safe? What his name is?”, she whispers. “What do you mean?”, I ask. “Well my parents gave up my elder brother for adoption, and they lost the papers, and I don’t even know who adopted him.”, I feel for her, so I walk up to her and pull her in a tight hug, something I never did with anyone except my parents and brother. I am not a touchy and feely person. I usually don’t accept hugs or give hugs. Something just told me to do it. People, who walked by with their raised eyebrows, looked curious as the clouds above trickled water down slowly. Eli looked emotional too; he just stood there as the water dripped down. A few minutes later I could feel my shoulder was wet with a mix of tears and rainwater as it poured down faster. The rain matched her mood as she cried. I pulled her to our car that pulled up and just held on. This brought us closer than I ever would have expected…