Kyle's POV
The thing with being a criminal is that, people have to know what you look like to be able to cased after. I figered that one out when I was walking the streets of London about a mounth ago when I got cased into the street. People looked at me like I was insane but dident know who I was. It still wouldent hurt to wear sunglasses to hide a litte of yourself. Call me crazy but I like it when people are scared, and usless when they come face to face with me. Its like they know whats comeing from a mile away. Back home in Jersey, growning up was hard. Mom and dad fought constantly. My dad, he would beat my mother with out us knowing and act like nothing happend. He would love us like a reagular dad and when my mother was around us, she would act innocet. Some nights we would go hungry, moaning at night from the lack of food in are systems. I caught my father beating my mother because she took his liquir. Hes a poor ecause of a father. Some nights when mother wasent home, he would run out of things to hit so it would be Candy or I.Dad had a gun safe down stairs with the key horribly hidden. He had guns lined up, wipped clea, bullets untouched and seald. My father left for a "busines" trip which was complet bullshit. Strange men came into are house with my mother at night. The walls where paper thin, you could hear every thing. I would cry every night hearing the horrible thing that would happen every fucking night with every fucking new men. She was just trying to get money to keep us feed. Yea lies, we went days with out food, my ecause of a mother bought drugs, and alcohol. Some times thats what there was all to drink. Bobby would have to sneak some for us to drink. My mother had some man over and father just arrived from his trip. Bobby made us run up stairs.
Flash Back
Yelling could be heard from downstrairs. Things being thrown and smashing. By this time I was shaking. I couldent take it. I thought it was pointless to live but I had to keep my head heald hight. Bobby was holding Candy tight. I wouldent let anyone hold me at times like this, it made me feel weak, like I couldent do anything. The yelling as gotten louder. I couldent take it. I started crawling towards the door with Bobby yelling/whispering at me in a harsh tone. I ingroed my brother and cracking the door alittle. Their was a gun shoot making me jumo back alittle. "Kyle please" Bobby whispered. The sound of a gun being thrown could be heard from upstairs. This is now or never. I crawled down sairs, my father had my mother by the collar of her ripped up shirt. The gun was right under the firts step. It was loaded because the bullets could be seen. Picking up the gun with me shaky hands and standing up starit. "Let go of her you son of a b-bitch" his head snaps towards me. He realises I have the gun before speaking. "Put the gun down baby before I do something you will regret." he warns but I dont stand a chance listening. "1" he starts to count. "2" he faces me and grabes my mothers head. "3". then he did something I regreted not putting the gun down. He snapped my mothers neck, letting her drop to the floor. He smiles at me widely. I did something I wouldent like I would ever do. "Burn in hell!!" puling the triger back, letting the bullet fly int the chest of the man I oncce called father. My breath picked up from the normal pace it was at. "O-Oh my g-god" I drop the gun and step away from it. "K-Kyle" I look up at my brother and sister, both shocked at me porformance I just profomed. Thats when the tears came. I couldent stop them. My mother was a fuck up but I still loved her. "we need to leave" Bobby spock up making me jump.
End of flas back
We left tht house faster then we should of. We dident take anything with us. We just ran. When I said are parents where back home, I ment them in the grave. I am currenly in the same place I was left when Vance beat me but in my room. That buliting is was we call home.Vance took us in when he was searching Jersey for new memebers. Thats when he found us on th streets. He may beat me but hes the closes to a father I will ever have. Theirs a punding at my door. "Open up Ky, Vance wants you" I groan before walking to to door. Opening it up to face Danny, the jackass who told on me. I walk out slamming the door while looking at him. I walk down the steps to the main part of this place, nervas to face Vance him self. "Y-ou" I clear my throut. "You wanted to see me" Vance turns around looking at me smiling. "Aye yes, dear. You will be going under cover at the boys office that you keep running into" "W-What but he knows what I look like" He frowns abit before contiuning. "Candy, dye Kyle's hair umm blood red. Get her office cloth or what ever shit people wear these days and heels." I widen my eyes as Candy pulls me with her. "Candy please no" she tugs me with her. "Candy" I spit. "Stop it Kylie" she used my real name. "I though we agreed not to use my name thank you." "And I thought you would agree to stop fighting me when listen to Vance" I sigh, she pulls me to my room and shuts it. "Dont we have to go by the shit he wants?" "No i alreay did it. He told me a couple days earlier." 'oh" is all I whisper as she tugs me towards the bathroom. "Cut my hair and i will cut you!" she laughs a bit at my threat before ripping open the hair dye. This is what I have to do for living, Kill, listen to oders, and then kill more. Fun right?
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