The cool air makes goosebumps crawl onto my skin and my patience right now it running thin.
" I can't," he mumbles.
" What do you mean you can't Jake. I have a right to know what's going on," I try to reason.
" It's not my place to tell," he snaps.
" Don't try with me on that bullshit. I have a right to know what's going on. Why the fuck was Derek slapped? Why were there 2 guys on the floor might I say...dead! Does Mr.Odiare constantly abuse them? Who the fuck is that raging lunatic bitch? Who was that girl she was talking about and why did Derek look so sad?..." I rant.
" Stop. Stop. Fucking stop!" He screams.
I take a step back and really look at his face that's twisted with confusion and remorse.
" I just can't tell you..." he whispers.
" What are you apart of a stupid cult or something!" I scream.
I want answers. Curiosity is good for some people but for others can lead to much worse. He starts walking away towards the limo and I run after him.
" You better answer me Sparky...what's going on. Are you actually all part of a cult? A gang or...." I begin to yell, but I already know the answer as his body stiffens at the word gang.
He opens the door to the limo and motions me to come inside.
" Oh my god you're part of a gang aren't you..." I whisper.
" April I'm not telling you anything get in the damn limo," he replies in a monotone voice.
I reluctantly enter and the whole ride back to my apartment is filled with silence. Of course they're apart of a gang. What'd I expect. I wanted to get away from all of that shit. But here I am being backed into it again. Gang life.
I don't tell anyone of my past before when I came to New York. It was a rough time for me. I met a few people and made connections. Bad ones. If they are really apart of a gang sooner or later they'll find out who I am.
And when they find out what I used to do they'll hate me.
Authors note~
Sorry its a short chapter. Honestly I like making shorter chapters and then some long ones and vise versa so the length of each chapter might change going along.
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Welcome to Gang Life
Ficción GeneralI've been telling myself for years that I wasn't good enough and the minute I'm finally ready to commit the deed...to die...life won't fucking let me. That's because life hates me. I left my past life behind me and now I'm being brought back into it...
