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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band), Lil_Peep_(Musician)_RPF
  Character:
      Gustav_Ahr_|_Lil_Peep, Ashton_Irwin, Calum_Hood, Michael_Clifford, Luke
      Hemmings, The_Hemmings_Family
  Additional Tags:
      Gangs, Drugs, Death, little_underage, Love, Hate, Sadness, Homophobia,
      Homosexuality, Explicit_Language, Violence, Rape, Fiction, Fanfiction
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1843
****** How Did I End Up Here? ******
by idkdidh
Summary
     Her life was always like this. Guns, drugs, gangs or murders; they
     were her everyday routine. She didn't care though, she was different
     than her whole family. When her parents and brothers were busy with
     their dangerous stuff, she was acting a normal teenage girl.
     But, how long her family and their enemies will let her be "normal"?
Notes
     This is just a fiction what means that this is the way I have
     imagined the whole gangs stuff and celebrities' characters. I don't
     think that any of those things could be true in reality, so just keep
     that in mind. Lots of mature contest(sex/rape/explicit language/
     violence, etc.)
     Also, my first language isn't English so I am sorry for any mistakes
     or bad grammar and I would be really pleased if you would've correct
     me.
     This is kind of typical story, but I am really trying to make it
     different to others.
     Anyways, enjoy xxx
As always, after I got dressed I went downstairs. It was Saturday, thanks God.
School can be really tiring, believe me. Even though I don't really have to go
there -like my brothers-, I still want to. I'd like to achieve something,
without killing people or just doing... whatever they do with drugs.
"Oh, look who's decided to come back to life!" I rolled my eyes, hearing what
Jack has said. He wasn't funny at all, but of course, our mum laughed anyways.
It's her role, isn't it? She should make her children feel good and stuff, I
think. I don't know, I'm not a mother and I'll never be.
"Don't act so happy about it, dickhead." I heard a loud laugh from the living
room, actually, not a laugh but few laughs.
"Sydney! You can't say things like this to your brother. Have some respect, he
is a well known and respec-"
"Shut up,Liz." honestly, I didn't care that she was my mum. For me, she was
just a woman who was letting me live in her mansion."He uses worse words.
Actually, what the-you let him be in a stupid gang, Elizabeth Hemmings. And
you're in itas well!"
"Darling, calm down. I know, you don't like this but look, thanks to our family
gang, you have everything you want and-"
"Whatever!" I shrugged and took yesterday's salad from the fridge."I'm going
out today. Don't act worried and stuff. I'm not going to die." I said, while
taking the fork and going to the living room. 
I wasn't surprised when I saw my youngest brother -Luke- and his stupid-gang
friends in there. Ashton, Calum and Michael. I hated them all. Yes, Luke as
well. He was the worst brother ever. And no, I'm not saying it because we're
siblings and obviously, that's what siblings say about each other. I've said
it, because, he really isn't a brother at all. Biologically we're family, but
he acts like such an asshole and so, I am not going to be his puppy or slave
and stay quiet, and do whatever he tells me to do. Yeah, he really often tells
me what I have to do and it's the most annoying thing in this world. He thinks
that he's a God or whatever, just because he is in a gang and I am not. Which
is stupid, because I am the one who has nearly finished school, and I know much
more than him.
He was raised this way, though, so I can't really blame him. I am blaming my
parents instead. Luke left school when he was fifteen, or fourteen? He was so
young and now, all he knows about is; how to kill someone, how to rule the gang
and whole city... and these are only examples. He knows only the dangerous and
chaotic world of crimes. And yes, he is of course, my father's favourite, his
so-called right hand. Another thing that makes him feel like a fucking king. It
is quite obvious, that the next leader of the "Sydney's Nightmare" will be him.
Funny, right?
Sometimes I was wondering, do they have an obsession about Sydney, or they just
named me after their stupid gang? In hopes that I'll be the first female leader
of it, after about 13 years?
"Can you just fucking move? You're not the only person in here." I simply
ignored Luke's growl, and sat down on the sofa. Well, more of, I just sat on
Calum's lap, due to the fact that the sofa and the armchair were full. 
"Get off of me, unless you wanna fuck."
"Just shut your mouth, Hood." I murmured and started to eat my salad, as if
nothing has happened. Because honestly, nothing happened. I just wanted to
watch TV, and it wasn't my fault that all of the seats were filled, and hell
no, I ain't gonna sit on the floor. Yeah, I'm a bit of a bitchy princess, but
well, I don't care. People hate me anyways.
"Don't talk to him like that, you little, disrespectful bitch!" Luke snapped at
me, but I just started to laugh. I was raised to be in a gang, until I was
about fourteen, and so it's not easy to scare me. And also, I just got used to
it. He was always like this, raised to be emotionless, dominant and
strong."What's so funny, huh? I swear to God-"
"You can't swear to God, because of two reasons" I cut him off. "First one: you
don't believe in God, so shut up. And the second: have some respect, you not-
that-little, disrespectful bitch. You can swear and say whatever you want, but
it is such a disrespect to swear when you talk to God, don't you think? If you
want respect, you have to deserve it first, Lucifer."
"God, you're honestly so stupid." Michael said, but I just shrugged. I didn't
care about their opinions, I just like pissing them off. It was funny, they
always felt that they're above me. Like they're the Gods.
"I'm much smarter then you, babe." I stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
Oh, I loved doing this. Acting so sweet, calling them those names and then
looking at their reactions. They thought it means that I'm going to sleep with
them. Hell no.
I got to the sink and washed the bowl that contained the leftovers of my salad.
I wanted to get out of this house, as quick as possible. I knew that I made my
little -but still older- brother angry. Oops?(a/n that's the moment where
Larries will answer "Hi", 'm sure, haha)
"Well, Liz, I'm leaving! Don't wait with the dinner and-just don't wait, I'll
probably be back tomorrow!"
"Where the fuck you're going?" because of the fact that I needed to get on the
bus, I couldn't be bothered to answer him. I didn't want to be late and wait
for another bus. And, it's not that he cares or anything. He just thinks I'm
selling the information to their enemies or something like that."I have asked
you a question!"
"And I don't ca-"
"She's going to her boyfriend. Someone will bang tonight." I looked at Ashton
in disbelief. How dare he was, to say something like this?"It's obvious, isn't
it? She wears make-up, new clothes and she sprayed her perfume. She doesn't
really like using perfumes and doing make-up. Oh and... she also wears lace
underwear."
"What the fucking hell, Irwin?!" my eyes definitely widened and no, not because
I was on drugs or something. I was just shocked, that's all. How can he be
aware of what underwear I have on today?
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Seriously, that's what you're worried about?! He is fucking stalking me, it's
just... it is, no... no no, you are disgusting, Ashton!" probably the whole
neighbourhood heard my shouts, but I didn't care. I was so angry, I just
couldn't mind right now. He didn't have any right to violate my privacy like
this.
"Actually, I guessed the thing with your underwear. But it's good to know that
you do wear it." I tried really hard not to throw up, when he winked at me.
They were all pathetic and disgusting. Even though they were handsome and a bit
hot, still disgusting.
"I am leaving now." I scoffed and quickly ran upstairs, just to take my purse.
Next time I should bring it down with me, so that I won't have to go upstairs
hundreds of times. I am quite lazy.
"Where are you going?" by the way how stern his voice was, I knew something was
up. Probably just the gang stuff. They always think someone will kidnap me and
they're just too lazy to sort out things like that. Or that I'll sell the
stupid information that I don't know. But actually, smaller gangs and their
enemies are much smarter, everyone knows I don't belong to "Sydney's Nightmare"
and I don't have any information. And that my family wouldn't be sad if I'd get
shot. Just saying.
"It's none of your business." after fake-smiling to him, I've put my white
Converse trainers on and got out of this stupid mansion house. Of course I
slammed the door really hard. I love teasing them.
 
***
"Gus? Are you home?!" I closed the door of his penthouse and took my trainers
off. He probably went for some groceries, I said to myself.
A quiet moan of annoyance escaped my lips, when I saw the living room.
Obviously, he hosted another party. So now, I was nearly 100% sure that he was
asleep. Or high in his bedroom. Although, sleeping was more possible to be
true, because he was slowly getting out of the drugs addiction. The fact that
he was trying for me was always making me smile, and I wasn't mad when after
parties like that he was high, no.
He is really trying and I can see it. I know he has problems, and his bad days
-as everyone-, so I am trying to help. I've helped him a lot actually, after
being together for nearly a year. I completely fell for him an vice versa. I
was sure he loves me, as much as I love him. Or maybe, he loves me even more.
Even though I didn't like drugs, alcohol and all of the dangerous stuff, I
couldn't leave him. It's not about him being quite famous, or the fact that
he's a "bad boy", because, damn he isn't. He is the most sweet and caring
person in the world. He cares so much about others, but doesn't even think
about himself. This ismy role, or at least, I am telling that to myself.
I don't even know, when I got a bin bag from the kitchen and started to clean
up the mess. It was okay for me to clean it up for him, I didn't want him to be
tired. He has enough stress and not enough sleep. Even if he's trying to hide
it, I know he still needs much more to heal completely. And also, if he was
asleep, I didn't really have much to do, I wanted him to get some rest. He
deserved it.
When I was about to put another, empty beer bottle to the black bag, a hand
wrapped tightly around my waist. I screamed, the bottle falling out from my
hand and the other hand was placed carefully over my mouth, so I wasn't able to
scream or talk anymore.
Well, maybe not every enemy knows that I'm not in the gang...
 
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1776 words without the note, woah. I really am surprised, because I was usually
writing about 500-600 words. Well I hope it's not too boring and messy, in my
opinion it's shitty but nvm, the rating I'll leave to you.
Have a nice day/night and thank you for reading this story, it means so much
for me <3
idkdidh xxx
 
 
 
 
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