Driving up to burning home surrounded with firefighters showering it down. My heart sunk at the thought of my paretnts not making it or if they did only one would have survived. I stopped the car and called my sisters and brothers. Leaving my car i asked an neighbor what happened? I heard gun shots two maybe three of them then i saw fire and called the cops.
My moms neighbor told me within 30 minutes the fire was out, investigators was on the case to find my parents killer. Living in michigan wasnt safe. Whoever did this knows my family but who?
They will come back and it will be one of us next i told my sisters and brothers. I flew out to cali to see them. Once they got the news everyone was hurt and paniced.
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love is a bullet
Randomlove seems to get confused at moments of time. LOVE: its the way we see touch and feel. sometimes love gets shot down but also its a bullet waiting to leave its chamber love can be a suspect and also a victim
