A Triple Life

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Gassy' POV:

Once Cartoonz left the office I took out a small case that was under my desk. I opened it up and I smiled as the light casted a soft glow on the contents that were inside. I grabbed the 9mm pistol that was inside and out it on the gun pouch where I usually kept it. The only reason it wasn't there because I had sent it away to be professionally cleaned. I then put away the case and took out a much bigger one.

I checked the content inside the case and made sure everything was in its place. I remembered a time where I didn't do what I do. I remember having a calm childhood with my parents. Well if you count coming to America illegally being calm. I remember hiding in the bushes whenever border patrol would pass by my little group of people.

Once making passes the danger we ended up in the city of Los Santos. My mother had managed to find a job working at a restaurant while we lived in a little run down shack. I was 7 at the time and she decided that if we wanted a better life that I would be needing to go to school. It wasn't really that bad. The hard part was trying to speak English after years of just speaking Spanish but I managed.

My dad decided to get into the drug business and sold it down in the slums of Los Santos. I never really talked about my parents at school. I mean what could have I said. My mother worked at a "restaurant" while my dad went out and sold some white stuff. I probably would have been taken away from my home and I'd never see my family again. But sometimes I always regret not coming out and saying it.

I walked out of the office saying goodbye to Arlan. I'm glad that Arlan let's me run my business here. I pay him of course but he manages to keep me Scott free. With the suitcase still in my hands I walked to the back where my motorcycle was waiting. I remember buying it after a couple of successful missions. Once I got on my motorcycle I put on my helmet and I took off. As I was driving I started to remember more about my past.

My family.

I lost my family at the age of 13... well technically I didn't really lose my family but I stopped considering them as my family at that age. I was coming home from high school. I was in the 9th grade so I was barely just starting. Walking through the doors of my home I automatically knew there was something up when I saw my mom and dad were both home.

"Mama Papa que está pasando," I asked them and my dad looks at me in the eye.

(Mom Dad what's happening)

"Híjo tú sabes que yo te quiero verda," my dad said and I nod my head.

(Son you know that I love you right)

"Despues tu sabes que nosotros necesitamos dinero," he said and I nod my head once more.

(Then you know that we need money)

I was about to ask what he meant when there was a knock on the door. My dad went to go open it and two men in black suits came in.

"Es este el niño," one of the man asked my dad and he nods my head.

(Is this the kid)

"Alright grab him Jerry," the man said to his partner and he grabbed.

"Papa que está pasando," I asked trying to get out of his grip.

(Dad what's happening)

"Papa," I screamed out as he was pulling me out of my house.

(Dad)

"Mama," I cried out and she just turned away.

(Mom)

I was about to call out to my dad again when I saw the man taking out a wad of cash and giving it to my dad. I just stopped struggling and I stared at my dad heartbroken. My dad sold me away to these people because they were running low on money. I remember being shoved into a black van and I saw there was other children in there. Some older and some younger than me.