MAFIALOGY

KELVIN JONES

                              *16 years ago*
It was my 15th birthday, my dad barged into the house slamming the door loudly, I was seated on the couch in the living room waiting for him to get home before blowing the candles on my birthday cake. It had always been my dad and I, my mom left us when I was four for reasons known to my dad alone, he always said she was better known to be dead and like that my mum was dead to both of us.

"Dad?" I said as I stood wondering why he made such a loud entry. The sound of the tv filled the room, it was late at night,the usual time he came home everyday.

"Get into your room" He replied dragging me by my arm without looking at my face. I had never seen my dad like that in my entire life.

"Dad, it's almost 12, I haven't blown my birthday candle yet!" I argued

"You are going to have more birthdays Kev, just get into your room and do not open the door no matter what you hear"

I was confused about what was happening, for the first time in my life I saw my dad looked scared. His hands were shaking and his voice quavered as he spoke.

"Hide under your bed." He pushed me under my bed, it was dark and smelled of dust, I could only see my dad's feet pacing around the room as he breathed heavily, he then left the room, locking the door from the outside.
I had no idea what was going on and just hid like my dad said. My dad spoiled me with anything I wanted but never liked it when I disobeyed him for whatever reasons. Even though I was scared and curious about what was happening, I laid still under the bed like a mummy.

Bang!Bang!!Bang!!!

I heard gunshots, the sound came from outside the window, fear gripped my soul, sweats from my body dropped on the floor. The sweat melted the dust under the bed, I was shaking as I covered my mouth trying not to make a sound. The sound of my heart beating was louder than ever, I heard voices from outside, voices I wasn't familiar with. My dad only had one friend and that was Uncle Paul but none of the voices I heard sounded familiar.

Minutes later, I heard the sound of car revved as they drove off. It became silent outside like a grave yard, I could only hear the sound of the tv from the living room, I didn't know whether to stay still under the bed or check what was happening, my dad had told me to stay under the bed no matter what.
Was I just going to stay till he came back?
Was he ever coming back?

You probably know the answer to that already and yes, my dad never came back. He was gone just like that, Uncle Paul took me in and later introduced me to the business,?It was after this I knew what he did with my dad, it started with little supplies that I sold on the street till Uncle Paul met his demise too. His minions took over the business and I was left alone to fend for myself. The street was tough and harsh but I was determined to make a name for my myself in the business. Uncle Paul managed to send me through high school till I got into college, I was in my first year of college when he died. It was my dad's greatest wish that I go to school as he was never educated so with that, I continued school with my little drug business.

My name is Kelvin Jones, A thirty one year old professor of psychology,a mafia boss and biggest drug lord in my city, and this is my story.