Choices

Chapter 1

Hi all! If you have not seen the update, I am rewriting this book to make it more of how I want it! I really hope that you like this new story and the new plot that I have going on! Also, I'm going to include GTA 5 music that you can find in the game! This is 100s - Life Of A Mack!

(Hopes POV)

     "Michael, I'm going out," I yell out as I walk down the stairs. I hear him sigh and get up from the couch. He stands in front of the stairs, blocking me from going anywhere else.

     "Why don't you call me dad anymore? I don't like it when you call me Michael. Your sister and brother don't call me Michael." He says. I grab onto the railing and start to laugh.

     "Like I'll call you my dad again, your funny. Tracey only does it to get what she wants and Jimmy only does it so he can stay in this house. Now, move out of the way, I'm going to the tattoo parlor." I say. He scoffs and moves out of my way for a second.

     "With what money exactly? The last time that I checked you were a fucking dead beat like your brother." He says, his voice starting to get louder. Oh great, another fight. Can't go one day without one.

     "My friend works there! She'll give it to me for free." I say walking towards the door.

     "That boy next door was asking about you. Why do you never go see him anymore? I thought you two were a thing?" He asks. Keyword were. We WERE dating till like what.... four months ago now. He threw a huge party cause his parents left town and I caught him fucking some bitch.

     "No, now please just leave me alone," I say. Pushing past him now and walking out the door towards my black Jackal. I hear dad yelling to Jimmy about how he needs to shut the fuck up.

     I turn on the car and a pop song instantly turns on. Fuck off Tracey, she knows this is MY car and knowing her driving skills I can't believe my car doesn't have fucking dent or scratch on it. Well.... as far as I know. I slowly push on the gas but slam on the breaks when the passenger side door opens. I turn my head and glare at him.

     "Get the fuck out of my car Brian! You did enough damage already!" I say pointing my finger at the open door. Brain scoffs and closes his door before sitting back in his seat, not bothering to buckle his seat belt. Ha, fucking dumb ass, his life. This is going to be fun, maybe if I slam the breaks hard enough he'll fly out of the windshield.

     "Where are you going? I mean, obviously I'm going with you. I just want to know where WE'RE going." He asks. Maybe if I say something boring he'll get out.

     "I'm going shopping. Then after that, I have to go to the store to pick up some smokes, then I have to-" He puts his finger to his lips and shushes.

     "I don't care, I just need to talk to you. So let's go!" He says excitedly. I sigh and change the station back to Radio Los Santos and pull out of the driveway and towards the gate.

     "Well talk! I want to get this done and over with. I'm going to get sleeves done for my arms and you're already ruining the experience for me." I say. He rolls his eyes and looks out the window.

     "I'm sorry for banging that girl back at my party. I screwed everything up. I was.... drunk okay." He says. I scoff and turn the radio up a little bit more. Maybe if the radio is loud enough he'll shut up.

     "Two months too late. Who cares if you were drunk or not. I moved on Brian. You're fucking lucky I don't have my fucking gun to your head right now." I glance over at him.

     "Like you would do that?" He says rolling his eyes again. I take my pistol out of my boot and point it to his head. He quickly reaches inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a pistol as well pointing it at my head.

     "My friends don't call me Terroriser for nothing love." He says, with a fucking smirk on his face. I glare at him and lower my gun, setting it down beside me. He does the same.

     "I question why we broke up. We're so much alike it's scary honestly. I think you should give me another shot." He says. I pick up my gun and point it at him again, finger on the trigger this time.

     "You sure about that?" I ask him. He smirks again as he takes my gun out of my hands. I slam on the brakes and stare at him now.

     "GIVE IT FUCKING BACK BEFORE I KILL YOU! YOU KNOW THAT I WILL!" I yell at him. His smirk gets bigger and he leans in now, getting face to face with me now. I swear to god if he tries to kiss me.

     "Go back out with me and I'll give it back to you." He says. I sigh and nod my head.

     "Fine, I'll go back out with you. Now give me my gun back! You know how much it means to me!" I exclaim. He smiles and kisses me on the lips before handing me my gun back. I cock the gun and point it out his window, shooting it this time.

     "I'm breaking up with you! Now get out of my fucking car!" I yell. He glares at me and opens up his door, he steps onto the sidewalk and slams the door shut. I sigh and begin to drive again, while I keep an ear open in case I hear a police siren start to go off.

     I made it to the tattoo parlor luckily without any cops chasing after me. I think it's a world record. I turn off my car and put my gun back in my boot before opening my door and stepping out onto the street. I run across the busy street and into the tattoo parlor.

     I walk in and was greeted by a familiar face. I come here so often the people know me and know I don't like to be fucked around with.

     "Jell, how's it going?" I ask the artist as shes behind the counter sketching up something on her personal sketchbook. She looks up and gives me a smile.

     "Back again are we? What are we looking for today?" She asks. I sit in the black reclined tattoo chair as Jell sits on the stool next to it.

    "We're finishing up my right arm sleeve today and was looking to get something else but I don't know yet." She smiles as she starts to clean her tattoo gun and find the black ink. While she does I take off my jean jacket and was left in my gray tank top and blue skinny jeans.

     "Get comfortable, we're going to be here for awhile." She says looking at me.