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Red

"Aye, Fredo X where you been at?"

That's Red. I embrace him with a fake smile on my face. How did I let this happen? How did I get tied up in this mess? I could be facing years. And why? Because of them. My gang. They all have kids or a girl, somewhere to lay their heads. I'm still in highschool and I don't have a pot to pee in. Yet I'm still tied up in this mess. I should be like any other kid in my grade. Still living with mom but has a job, has a car, maybe saving for an apartment. I have my gang, and that's all I have. But if I go down for the crimes pulled off by all of us, all I'll have is time. They'll all move on and find my replacement.

"So whats going on with you? You look nervous—" Red pauses and thinks. "Aubrey can you get my man something to drink?!"

"Yeah okay," Red's wife sighs, putting her 2 year-old on the living room couch.

I'm just staring at the baby. 

"So." I mumble, still eyeing the infant. She looks just like Red. He starts droning on to me about the Golden State Warriors but all I can hear is the baby's coos. "OH MY—" I glide across the floor as the baby's head almost cracks the tile.

"AUBREY!"

"What Red?! I'm getting the drink like you asked, gosh you just annoying," she whines, hitting the corner with the glass in her hand. "What happened?"

"The baby—"

Red slaps her mildly across the face. "YOU PUT HER ON THE COUCH, DUMMY. SHE ALMOST FELL! THANK GOD FREDO WAS HERE!"

"Actually, if he wasn't here I wouldn't have had to put Ella down to get the drink in the firs-st pl-place." His wife breaks into tears. Red caresses her, silently telling me to leave.

"Sorry, kid," I whisper into her tiny banana shaped ears.

I squeeze Ella tighter against my chest. She's a pretty baby. Light skin. Curly hair. Hazel eyes. She reaches for my face as a put her on the floor. I wave bye to the family as I head to the front door.

I guess I'll talk more with Red later.