What Eyes Can Hear (Nicolas Brown)

•Chapter One•

Life wasn't always perfect. In fact, it never has been. Growing up, I really only had my brother, Andrew. When I was four and Andrew was eleven, my parents were murdered in our home. By who, and for what reason I don't know, but I'm pretty sure Andrew always knew. After their death, Andrew and I were homeless and alone. My brother worked little odd jobs a lot of the time to get us some money. By the time I was ten, Andrew's odd jobs, turned into illegal ones. The drug dealing was the worst though, but he always said money was money; at ten years old, I tried not to question him too much. Mostly because he never gave me answers. 

Andrew was able to get us little shitty basement apartment back then. It was basically just a big room with a small kitchen space, an incredibly small bathroom that barely fit even one person, and the living space off the kitchen. On the concrete floor we had two sleeping bags and two black garbage bags in a corner with the little bit of clothing we both own. I remember that place very well, it was the only time we ever really had a home. Yes it was gross, and the walls were stained with only God knows what, and there was mold in almost any corner of the place, but it was home.

 That home didn't last long though. One day when I was fourteen, I was walking home from some little odd job I was doing for an older lady named Mrs. Karmin, not to far from the apartment we lived in. She had about six or seven cats, and every so often I would go by and help her feed them all. Mrs. Karmin only paid me five dollars, but money was money. When I got home that day, everything in my life went back to crap.

Upon entering the place, I saw that Andrew was gone. The little bit of food we had, his sleeping bag, and the black garbage bag with his clothes in it, it was all gone. The only things their were my sleeping bag and bag of clothes. I walked into the bathroom to see that the money we had hidden in the medicine cabinet for emergencies was gone too.

I went looking for him everywhere, nothing ever came of my searches. I knew one day something would happen to Andrew; even though he told me we would always be safe part me never believed him, that part of me knew better. He left me to wonder why he left, what had happened, if he was even still alive. Mrs. Karmin took me in after that day. She taught me to read and write, as well as some math. She didn't know much, but she always told me it would help me get a job in the future. 

She basically became my guardian and took care of me, even though she could barely take care of herself, but I always made sure to help her in anyway I could. Mrs. Karmin was very independent for someone like her, she didn't like being told she couldn't do something and hated having to ask others to do things for her. She almost never asked me to do anything other than feed her cats, but of course I would clean and cook for her as much as I could. 

Mrs. Karmin passed when I turned eighteen, and had left me everything she had in her will. I remember only one of her grand kids showing up to the funeral, and they didn't stay long. The only other person in the world I had, was now gone too. I was alone again. I remember sitting in the house, crying my eyes out for days. After the fifth day of her being gone, I decided that I wasn't going to moron forever. She had given me so much in the four years I was with her to prepare me for when she could no longer take care of me. 

I wanted to make her proud, I wanted to make myself proud. That day, I went out and got a job as bartender at a bar called Blue Moon. It's not amazing pay , but with tips, it was doable. But for the first time in my life I had steady money and could really start to live my life. 

For the longest time I believed that I didn't need anyone, that I could live my life relying only on myself. That was until I met Nicolas Brown.

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Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my Gangsta. fan-fiction. I just recently finished Gangsta. and I just had to write fan-fiction for it. As you can see, this story will be about my OC, who's name you will learn about in the next chapter and Nicolas Brown. Just for the record, I do not own Gangsta. or any of the characters from the show, I only own my characters. Again thank you so much for reading and I will update soon.