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26//the truth

johnny; (picture above)

i pulled him into my house, looking back just one more time, seeing his eyes completely blanking out.

a deep part of my heart felt regret.

i never wanted any of this to happen.
but if i didn't do this, they would find out.

and not only take my life,
but my entire family's lives too.
at least; the family i had left.

they made me do this.
those evil, twisted monsters.
watching every move i made, like fucking spies.

i plop cameron onto a wooden bed in my "guest bedroom", though it looked more like a train wreck.

i take a look at his handsome face.
she was so lucky to have him.

and i envied that,
a lot.

i was to never find love.
the ugly and cruel person that was me.

my parents treated me so dearly.
yet, i had to mess things up and shoot them too.

they told me to...

now none of my family speaks to me.
my grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings.

the brother that ran off from home to make money.
it was always about cash, cash, and cash to him.
all he ever wanted was something to spend.
he left me, and betrayed me too.
he helped them kill.
and would even turn his own, loving family,
the ones who raised him,
in for more money.
no matter how disgusting the deed.
and that was such a man whom i would never become.
half my heart was still left inside of me.
i had a soft spot that helped me to feel guilt and regret after killing another.
but my brother lost that part of him a long time ago.

i was forced into all of this.
my brother,
bart bordelon,
he's the one who got me involved into this organization.

suddenly, i began to feel bad for the innocent boy i'd nearly shot.

cameron would never find out that his most "trusted" friends had lured him into a trap.