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O Shit, O Shit, O SHit, O SHIt O FUCKING SHIT. I pry mom off and try to get out but then. "Stop right there or I'll shoot!" Dad yelled. I frose. "Don't you dare thraten my son you basterd!"

Yep mom hasn't changed at all. Man do I love her for that. You see she will stand up for her kids no mater what. That has landed me and her in some really bad situations but we always did kick the other persons ass. And later we would laugh at it. Dad on the other hand would always be so poed.

"What do you mean son? all of them are behind me." says Dad. "I mean exactly what I mean. That is Ray that you are pointing that gun at!" after she says this dad and the boys look at me more closely. I'm freaking out I mean he can still shoot me! I'm about to bolt. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come home. Bang! I jump and look down and feel were he shot me but I'm fine. Than I see the gun on the floor.

"If you are my son tell me what happened on your 16th birthday " he says. "I got kidnapped by a gang and I was getting bet the fuck up and then I black out and the next thing I know I hear mom yeal 'that they will die a slow and painful death jus to just barely stay alive just to go through it again if they lay one more finger on me." I say. Then I'm on the floor in a group bar huge.

"Guys....can't.....b b breath!!" I just barely gasped out. Then they let go. Still the same but I have to tell them about what happened to me and that may not be as good. I'll tell them tomarow. I want a happy day then they can call me a monster and I can leave.

Dam it all to Hell!

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 20, 2016 ⏰

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