The deepest depths of my heart(Austin mahone love story)

A thing of truth

Mats p.o.v.

The other day was a close call I could have ben seen by those people entering a house I wonder if they saw me but I have biger probloms my boss in the bisness found out I was skiming money(steeling money from a bisness)if he doulse I'm a gone I can't do that to my siss or my mom Im only doing this for food and to help pay rent consitering we wernt exacly what u call rich I had to for my famly but if my boss zack found out I was dead see I werk for a special kind of bizness one u would sag not leagle let's just say I half to but zack and the gang has ben on my cass latly.I left the house rate when my siss ran up stairs it was about 12 and I desided to do a late night walk to clear my haed of all bad thoghts I was walking down the cold dead street not a sole in sight sudently a car was driveing real slow up the allyway I simply ignored it expacted it was one of my seller friends or a late night parent comeing home from a job I simply I kept walking intill I herd it speed up and head my way I turned around there was a dark showdow figure in the car I instintly new who it was zack I bolted down the street he new I new who he was he spead up I ran fool speed breathing heavy my heart was poping out my chest I saw a gate in the corner of my eyes I ran for it It was to high I was stuck I was not gonna let it end like this but hiw would I git out of it.the gang rolled up sooo u whant to skim do u mat zack said exting the car uhhhhhhhh no I don't know what ur talking about zack and his friend jim were rate next to me pining me to the gate zack friend pointed a gun at my neck say by ok I said I riped a pease of russy weak gate off by I said jamming the rusty peais of gate in his head I grabed his gun from his hand as he fell all his blood on me I pointed the gun at zack ahhggg smart he said one on one or should I just say by he said u should say oww I said I shot his foot coulsing him to hit the floor there was a store next to me I juped throght the window looking at my hand that was cut deep from the sharp gate the glass in my arms and legs and the blood that was not mine I cut back in the street and ran home I new it was not over.