9mm part one

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Warning: this book contains frequent bad language from the very start

man, i dream about that day every night, just goin though the enemys hood when jak chalk rolls up and starts chasin me with a fuckin combat knife, im still half blind from him and his antics. U havent really said much yet, so let me tell you the whole story. from start the the bloody finish.

It was a descent day. Who'd think something that bad would happen to me. I wasn't even fully involved in the gang, I didn't want in at all but phoenix wanted me in. And you DONT mess with phoenix. anyway, it was a good day: met up with my gyal, smoked some weed, drank some booze and thats about it but as we was comin home, Ben wanted to go smash this guys car up, I didn't really want to 'cos it was in the enemy's territory. but we did anyway. there were no hitches whatsoever but then I noticed Jak saw us (Jak is the top man from the enemy gang in our area) I could tell he was coming for us but i didnt run, I just stood there, played it cool, but then I saw him get out a combat knife. Shit. I knew what would happen to me if he got to me. I ran and ran, I didnt even know where I was even when he was on me "shit" i groaned from falling onto the pavement, he'd got me, and he wasn't known for his kindness. he flipped me over, and dragged me into a backalley, and rested me on a wall. "well well well, what do we have we have here?" i sighed knowing what would come next. He got out his knife "oh shit, what are you doin man, WOAH MAN WHAT THE FUCK!?! NO PLEASE!! SHIT MAN!!" he chrouched slowly so his mouth was next to my ear and whispered "I seen you boi, you gonna pay for that" I reached for my knife but he'd already got his knife to my throat "don't do anything" he whispered "or I'll kill you" Suddenly, in a blur of movement he pinned me down, then lifted his knife up. He brought it down into my eye fairly lightly, so as not to kill me, but still make me feel the hell that would prevail. The pain was agonising, like someone had just pulled my brain out, set it on fire, and put it back in. I think I blacked out a few times before someone found me, but when they did, I wished he had killed me.

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