New york born and raised, Italian to the roots. All to hell now because of a bad decision on my dads part, I have never been close to my dad until it came down to business, I looked up to him for what he did. Gino Dizono was indeed a hit man, a con artist, and mostly a gang member. My dad was like a loaded gun, always ready to go off...not anymore. Last night my dad was shot, dropped dead instantly after two bullets two the head and four tow the chest. My brother and I had been sitting on the couch when our doorbell rang. I jumped up to answer it and it was my cousin Frankie who is also a gang member. He told us that we had to leave that my daddy's murderer was looking for the family of of my dad. Frankie told us to run, terrified my mom rushed us to our room for us to pack. No time to think or pack, Frankie found us a house all the way in California with a so called "safer" family.
'This ride is going to be a bitch."
"DANNY! Quit that cussing right know!", My mom sniffled.
I know this is going to be hardest on my mom because it seemed like she was the closest to my dad. My brother was not helping the situation any by driving her crazy either and we still didn't even know where we were going. Since we have left our house or our old house all Ive done is kept my head low and looked out the window.
"Hey mom, Im getting pretty hungry. Can we stop!",I yelled from the backseat of our tahoe.
"No we cant Taydurrrrr!" , I slighty bend forward and back hand his head.
"Owww."
"Yeah well shut the fuck up then, if I say im hungry then im hungry!", God I hate siblings....
I start to see the golden arches, yes McDonalds. "UHHHH McChicken and a Dr.Pepper!" , I am starving. Danny passes my food back to me and I scarf it down, then lay my head on the window next thing I know Im being woke up by my mom.
"Taydin, honey we are at a hotel in Kentucky. I have to get some sleep before we start to drive again." She moves out the way and I get out the back seat. I grab my carry on bag and take it inside the hotel room. My brother is crashed on one of the beds, I have to take a shower, I feel gross. The bathroom is pretty large with a blue shower curtain and a marble counter top. Standing in the mirror I begin to wonder who would kill my father. I shake my head to forget the thought out my head. I slip my hand in the shower and turn it to where steam begins to feel to bathroom, on the counter there is travel soap and I just take it. The hot water feels amazing on my skin like it is washing away all my inpurfections. After I get out I grab a pair of teal shorts and a white hanging shirt. My wet brown hair hangs down my back. I sit on the toilet and grab the lotion out my back and start to lather my legs when I hear a shot..... I jump up and hope nothing has just happened.
