The doctors rushed Vic to the emergency room. Vic kept going in and out of consciousness. The doctors performed a surgery on Vic.
Two hours later as Vic was being taken out of the E.R, he saw Carter and the group walk into the hospital.
When Vic got settled in his room, the doctors let him have visitors.
"Hey Vic, how you feeling,"Carter asked.
"How am I feeling, I'm feeling like my little brother wants me dead. You let your little brother go into the house first. You didn't even check the perimeter of the house, to see if anyone was in there." said Vic as Carter interrupted him.
"Vic, I'm sorry"
"And on top of that, when you heard the gunshot, you didn't even come and help me, and its been two hours since I been in here, and you're just coming now. Did you at least kill mom?"Asked Vic.
"No, I didn't,"
"No, you didn't, and you expect me to do all of your dirty work. I don't need this. I just got out of jail, for a crime that you committed, and when I got out, you don't even help me find my kids. You didn't even mention them once, all you care about is money, and come to think of it, is exactly what you said about mom, isn't it? Oh, what a coincidence, right. Just get out of my face."Vic said as Carter left the room.
As Vic looked up, he saw a surprising face, and a look of terror flashed through his eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
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The wrong way to hell
General FictionIt is a story about justice, the little people who are just now realizing there worth.