***********Hazza's POV*******************
It was a rainy day, I was walking around the neighborhood. I like the smell of rain I thought. My brother's in jail, they caught him...Finally...To be honest, I never liked him at all. He was too rude, obnoxious, annoying, 'the boss' ... He always threatened me. But I have to listen to him. My dad asked me to 'always listen to my brother'. I guess I was a little irresponsible. But i'm 17 now, I can take care of myself.
Suddenly someone pulled me away, and dragged me home. I recognised that jacket. It was James. He had escaped prison. They couldn't possibly let him go without informing us.
"James?" I asked quietly, I was scared of the answer.
"Missed me lil' sis?" He asked in a deep, sly voice. I was a little scared but I answered honestly.
"No. I didn't miss you. Why did you escape?" I raised my tone at the last few words.
"I didn't escape, I just ran away. And the cops were too stupid to see me." He joked, taking his beanie off and handing me the wet jacket. "Here, wash this." He said as he sat down on the sofa.
"I'm not your maid. Do it yourself. Daddy asked you to take care of me, not treat me like a maid and not appreciate a thing I do for you!" I said raising my voice again.
"Woah, sis...I thing you've forgotten the things I've done." He whispered, pointing a knife at me. I laughed a little. Taking the jacket and putting it in the washing machine. I still was scared of all the things he did, and the things he can and will do. This was a complete nightmare.
"Hey sis, pack up!"
"Why? Where are we going? It's not like you can force me to move." I yelled from the other room.
"Don't worry, we're going somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one can find us .And don't you worry your pretty little head about taking care of me anymore." He said walking around the house, he hasn't been here in 2 years. Ask him if he had missed home. Ask him. I thought. But I couldn't.
"So where exactly are we going?" I asked nervously, scared of the answer. "And how come I'm not gonna be your slave anymore?"
"You'll see..." Was the only answer I got. Fuuuuck! Tell meee! I thought.
There were a milion things on my mind while packing. Where are we going? How long are we staying? Why? What happened to his selfish personality? Am I gonna see my friends again? What about grandma? I kept asking myself, too scared to ask my psychopathic killer, a so called brother.
"Ok lets go! Go! Go!" He he yelled. Someone he didn't want to see was there so he grabbed my forearm and pulled me all the way to the car. "So, sis...How are you? We haven't talked in 3 years. I've missed you." I didn't answer. "Ok, I get it. I have been a bad bro, but still...I really have missed you." Yeah right! I thought. "Ok, ok I guess I do deserve the silent treatment. But you know what? To prove I care about you, I'll buy you something...Anything, you just say it."
"You robbed a bank?" I yelled.
"Not me, my men."
"Your men?"
"Yeah...I hired a few guys and they kidnap, rob, murder... And I keep the kidnapped people, we share the money..."
There was an awkward silence for a while. What am I supposed to do with him? I kept thinking. I finally gathered the courage and asked him.
"Well...You're gonna take care of kidnapped people. Treat them well ok? 'Cause when they offer a lot of money for them, we give 'em back. Get it?" He laughed. "Sorry sis but eather that or I murder ya!" He laughed again. I grabbed the bridge of my nose, shaking my head. "And give the rich ones that charm of yours. And move your ass while you walk infront of them." I rolled my eyes at his words. "Yeah, yeah...Keep rolling those dark eyes of yours, you might find a brain back there." He laughed...Again...
