Short Stories

The Suspicious Druglord

"Oh look! The suspicious druglord."

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Huh?

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As I look around, I saw two men in black whispering at the alley of that big mansion.

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I pout my lips, psh! I thought only  girls could do the gossip thingy.

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They must be talking about that famous druglord, the Suspicious Druglord.

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People call him suspicious because of his decent look and integrity. But come on! Looks can be deceiving.

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How can he become a druglord if his all goody-two-shoes?! Yes?

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Well true, he is sometimes good but that doesn't mean his kind and all…

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That bastard is a coldblooded animal.

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And I regret for knowing him. Inside and out…

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How did I know him? Funny, I've known him since we were five. And still he never change. Same old Jessie, I'd say.

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His mom and mine were kind of a friend, well bestfriends actually. They were really happy until aunt Rebecca, his mom, had a mental disorder.

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Not really know what exactly happened or what causes her coo-cooness but all I know is, aunt left us, early morning of Jessie's 13th birthday.

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And so on, he never once celebrate nor did he ever love his birthday again. Before aunt Rebecca left us, she wrote a letter for us, telling my mom to take care and adopt Jessie, that aunt love him, that I should love my new brother, etc.

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But thanks to my father, the reason why this so called family went apart and shredded into pieces, filed a divorce document with my mom, same day when mom finally comes to adopt Jessie. And after that, my mom abandoned us in that stinking mansion, same goes to my damn father.

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All in all, Jessie never once my brother.

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(Insert ringtone)

When I look at phone… oh great! Speaking of the devil. My mind came rushing through thousands of excuses. Gah! This is gonna be something.

"What do you want now?"

"Where the hell are you, CJ?"

I rolled my eyes. Lame question, jerk!

"Outside, where else?"

"Tsk, get inside!"

"Okay, okay, geez! You sound like granny Tanya." I exclaimed.

"Whatever, just be here. Now!" And he hung up. Psh, a jerk is always a jerk.

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I fixed myself and left the place. I should probably getting ready for an answers to his questions. I actually just escape in our place and lied to him.

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Truth is, I'm sick and tired of hearing his voice, shouting and screaming at me all the time, trying to be the king in my territory.

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Actually, we have our own territory. And this place is mine, well was mine. That jerk proclaimed it to be his, so no choice but to give it to a crybaby.