I honestly don't know why, but as I was headed to the gas station I actually started crying. my throat hurt and I could barely speak. I just felt so sad that my mom had to leave. I look almost like her twin, that's why my dad hates me so much. I don't really feel like I should be crying. but I am... I finally got to the gas station, and some random ass guy came up to me.
"yo. that's a 1000 dollar watch bro"
"yea i-i guess it is"
"I'll give ya 1,300 for it!"
I thought about my watch. 1000 dollars, wow. but then, my mom.. she gave it to me on my birthday. (the day she left)
"deal"
"really!"
I carefully took off my watch.
"here"
"thanks"
he handed me 1,300 dollars. gosh, I was starving. I thought about eating at a restraunt... but then I remembered I brought some food. I walked inside the gas station to see my dad buying cigars. I think he saw me, but I had hoped he didn't. I ran straight out of the gas station and across the street.
"HEY! YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE AT 9:00pm?! GET HOME B4 I SHOOT YOU!"
I heard my dad.
"NO! YOU FUCKING SUCK!"
I screamed.
"okay"
my dad pulled out a pistol. and aimed it at my head, this was my chance to run.
but I couldn't. he took shooting classes, I can run as fast as lightning and yet, he could still kill me.
*sirens*
someone called the police. oh my gawd. I am so happy.
"YOU FUCKING SHIT"
he aimed it with one eye closed.
"THE FUCKING POLICE?! REALLY NIGGA!"
he screamed at me.
"DUCK!"
I heard a man scream. I ducked.
*shots fired*
