Golden Freddy's POV
So far, I have been good on my own. Robbed a store there, shot a dude there. But, hey, this is Compton I'm at right now, so the police aren't shit. And maybe I could find a place to live(FYI, don't choose this lifestyle, as it will cause you to be deada then a muddaphukka!). But until then, I like the way I'm living so far. But it's late, so I might wanna leave the hood before I see someone C-Walking over to me(C-Walk, the walk of the notorious gang The Crips, if you C-Walk in front of someone wearing red in the hood, fuckn' run). I decided to go back to Flynn's house. I love him, he loves me, so I should go see the dude. I heard many gunshots. "Here we go..." I whispered. I sped out of Compton, not wanting to make my funeral now, but instead in approximately five years.
'You'd be lucky if this isn't a gang war going on.'
I don't need luck. I have a penis ;).
'With that mouth, you won't for long.'
Freddy's POV
I headed towards the suburbs. I was on my own now. It was certainly too early, but, hey, it is my fault. Now my parents are probably gonna have sex again, my Mom will get pregnant, they'll raise the kid the same way, then the kid will see how other kids get treated by their parents, then run away. Although, that may not happen. We'll be lucky enough for it not too. I really hope it doesn't. But I guess that's how my family is. It really shouldn't bother me, but it does. Maybe it's cuz I feel the need to. Or just cuz it's stupid to see that type of fuck-shit to happen. I need to go somewhere. I have to just go and... I don't even know. I'm getting insane. I might end up going on a murdering spree. Damn thoughts. Fuck!
Bonnie's POV
Chica left. The rain cleared up. Me and Flynn were in his bed. No reason. It just felt right. Probably because we loved one another so much, it just felt like anything we did together was just perfect(don't worry, it won't stay all romantic and sappy forever ). I'm so tired... "Flynn... can I stay over again?" "Yeah. Of course. You don't even need to ask that." I smiled at him. "Thanks." I closedy eyes and went to sleep.
Foxy's POV
'So, are you going to sleep too?'
No.
'You should. I think tomorrow is gonna be a big day.'
'Why?'
'I don't know. I just kinda do.'
Well, whatever happens tomorrow, we can handle it.
'Like we've been handling everything.'
Exactly.
My pants vibrated. I grabbed phone, to see an unknown number text me.
???(srsly, it isn't an unknown number really) : answer the door bitch!
Flynn : who is you, bitch?!
???(really, there ain't suspense) : just answer
I decided to listen, but grabbed my knife just in case. I went downstairs. I went behind the door and opened it. To see Garrett walk through. "What the fuck? Why the unknown number?" "I killed someone. I stole their phone." I scoffed. "Still killing people, huh?" "Yeah."
'Sounds like you soon enough.'
Shut up.
"Well, what you doing?" "Well, I was upstairs with Bonnie. She's asleep though. So, wanna just hangout? Like old times?" I asked, faithfully. "Of course, Flynn. You're my brother. The one I never had." I smirked at him. "So, Gar-Gar, you feel like being a pirate?" He laughed. "Sure, matey." I cleared my throat.
