Three Brood Instigators

87. Changes & Detentions

Three days of her disappearance, he finally found a note stacked under a rock at 5,

If you are reading this, I am gone. And no, I am not going to a mountain somewhere to achieve some peace, but I am gone, permanent, off all of your eyes. I just cannot take it, with Drock, with Clayne, with that sleazy, crazy dumb son of a schoolkid who's been fucking all of us since the first time we saw him with our own eyes, amd I don't want to say his name, nor do I want to accept any of this. I just feel like my crew isn't the crew that I know anymore, I feel like The Sixages is already dead, and I doubt that it could ever be resurrected from the dead, ever since Cutter was gone. I think we all went down a crude path, I feel we have lost our minds. The recent actions we did, trusting some random cold schoolkid we haven't even known for a month, making him turn us against The Underground, killing all those young pity street kids, taking Robert's life away, I just feel more than just guilt, I feel as if I was sent to directly hell for judgement, and not a single light. Nothing is just the same anymore, without Cutter, without Robert, without a healthy company to keep, that I have been trying so hard to adopt to my crew, to the only family of men I only have and rely on. But I guess, the word family meant nothing to any of you anymore, just a juxtaposition of some school vocabs you've all been condoning every time it is mentioned. There is nothing a girl coming to age can do to change all of you boys now, so I'm giving up on you, on all of you. I have taken my things, and I am going somewhere far, you'll never see me again. It was hard, but I guess going solo is the only way I'll ever feel good about myself, and not looking back to the harsh past that was shaped by our actions. I have taken all the Sixages money for myself, I feel like if you are too confident that that boat job is gonna pay you millions, then I say go for it, no one's stopping you this time. I don't care anymore, you boys deal with yourselves, we all know a girl can't do anything against a bunch of lethargic irresponsible boys. You get arrested, get killed, I guess it is not my problem anymore. You boys do what you think is best. I am sorry that I failed you boys. I am going to miss the kind of kids we were all back then, if we were ever one, a family. Take care!

"Febby," Drock read. HE THEN WRAPPED THE PAPER TO A BALL AND THREW IT TO THE CAVE. "FUCK!" he yelled in pain. "All these years, SHE DECIDED TO GO SOLO AND LEAVE US LIKE THAT?!" he raged at everyone. "She didn't betray us... she betrayed herself, and the promises she stood for!" he said. "I won't give a fuck about her anymore... neither shall all of us!"

"That she is," Pastuzo said. "Forget about her, bro! You said it yourself, she never understood, she was always in your ear telling you what's wrong. You all must celebrate that that bitch won't mess your jobs up again."

"Excuse me?!" HERMAN PUSHED PASTUZO.

"Excuse me?!" CLAYNE PUSHED BACK FOR HIM.

"Oh, oh what's this, is, is this some sort of brother-I-never-had and that shit?" Herman teased around. "ONE OF US HAS LEFT, AND YOU ARE ALL FINE WITH THIS!"

"Quit fighting, I am sleeping here, damn it!" Uncle Thomas yelled as he awoken. "First you lost an old man his retirement, then you lost a girl you values loyalty so much! So very Sixages of you all!"

"You bastard!" DROCK SLAMMED THE SOIL. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OF THAT NAME!"

"Name's a curse, I see," Uncle Tom awoken and laughed. "This is exactly why you broods shouldn't be in the crime business," he said. "There is always betrayal, dismissal, and treachery..

"Well, you are with us now, old man!"Drock pointed. "You hate us, leave us, be my guess!" he warned. "The boat will come. We will take it on, and we'll escape this state before anything gets any worse. I can't wait to escape this town."

"Well, I ain't counting on returning to the life of crime," Uncle Tom said. "No retiree would ever."

Drock then said, "You know, for a Levi, I expected more from you..."