Chapter 13

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Chapter 13 More secrets More enemies
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"Wait, what your dad?" I asked.

"Yeah he kind of ..... hit me," she looked down.

I lifted her chin, "why did he hit you, babe it's okay just tell me." I stared into her brown eyes.

"Because I'm not on the cheer team," she cried.

I grabbed her into a hug and told her everything was going to be okay.

I looked into her eyes. I wiped her tears and slowly put my lips on hers. I started to think of all my problems disappearing. I have issues but the number one problem is myself. I'm always impervious to the approaching issue or "storm."

I looked a her and laid down on her bed. She laid down beside me and put her head on my chest. I wrapped one arm around her head touching her back, and the other intertwined with hers.

We fell asleep this way.
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I woke up to the sound of yelling. It was Rachel and a man. Looks like her parents got back from a trip. I got down and hid so he couldn't see me. I saw him push Rachel out of the way and ran into her room. He must've been searching for me. He hit Rachel. He will pay. I grabbed a trophy on her display case and hit him in the back.

He turned around and started at me.

"Why would you ever hit your daughter like this?" I yelled at him.

"Why would you trespass like this?" He asked back.

"Rachel let me." I replied.

"Oh the useless human being let you," he smirked.

"Shut up!" I yelled pushing him into the wall.

I guess I'm a strong little boy. He was like 50 feet taller than me.

I heard Rachel in the background, "Logan no!" I would hear her yell.

I stopped for her and grabbed her hand. I ran out the door of her room with her and picked up Lilly. I put her on my shoulders and kept holding Rachel's hand. We ran out of her house and ran as fast as we could away from her dad.

Once we got far enough we stopped and caught our breath. We were close enough to the ghetto part. I know my mom and Derek will be gone tonight so Rachel can come in.

I used my detour pass and we road the bus home.

As we got off I got a call.

"Hey man!" I heard Chris yell.

"Hey, why you calling me?" I asked in the phone.

"Well meet me at my crib," he said.

"Okay." I answered.

I looked at Rachel and Lilly.

"Hey baby I got to go to Chris's, it's important." I said looking at both of them.

"Who are you talking to me or your love?" Lilly asked giggling.

"Im talking to both of you, Lilly you have a key in the apartment. And for your info, She's not my love, she's the love of my life." I answered back.

"Awwww 'love of my life Huh'." Rachel smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked them.

"Yes sir," Rachel laughed.

"Okay love you both ill be back." I smiled.

I ran off into he distance towards Chris's house.
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I made it there and I saw him with another black dude.

"Hey Logan!" Chris smiled, "this is Brady.....Brady, this is Logan."

"Yeah we met," Brady laughed.

"Yeah you bet for me." I smiled.

"Good, well Logan....you up for more street fighting?" Chris asked.

"Are you nuts...or did you lose yours? There's no way I'm fighting." I told him.

"Come on we need more cash and street credit, just please do this...if we do this Tangos will show more respect, please." Chris begged.

"He's right Logan, and plus I'm here to help with fights. I understand why your mad about it, but we need it." he smirks.

Brady looked the same age as me, 12. He had black hair black skin and brown eyes. He wore a "call of duty" sweatshirt. He looked like a nerd but I doubt he is. If he was he'd be dead within 5 minutes of being in the hood.

"Okay fine I'll do more for now." I said not thinking.

"Good thank you," Chris smiled again.

"Sweet Home Alabama" started to play on Brady's radios machine. Chris looked at me and started to move his head to the country beat. He looked at me.

"Logan lives in an apartment," Chris sang laughing at me.

"With a drug addict mom." I sang back.

"Her boyfriends gonna be your daddy," Chris squinted his eyes while singing.

"The same man who made me take valium." I laughed while singing.

We stopped and I got a strange text.

Listen up I don't have much time, Luke your friend isn't to be trusted at all. Be Careful of who you go to. Every thug and gangster for them self. -Your friend.

Who was this text form?

I'll never figure out Huh.

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