The Paralyzing Truth-Ryden

Far To Young To Die

-Brendon's Pov- (13 years old) ((Holy feck Dallon isold))

"Just Do it Brendon." My friend Spencer said, we had found a big truck filled with boxes. He had dared me to take one of them and see what was inside. I could see two older boys and another adult with him talking to each other far from the truck. I'll just swoop in and take one. I quickly ran over to the truck and pulled out one of the heavy boxes dropping it due to the surprisingly heavy weight.

"What was that?" I heard an unfamilliar voice say.

"Hurry Brendon!" Spencer said in a hushed tone. I dragged the box over to the tree we had been hiding behind. I peered around the tree to see the two men looking around the truck. "What do you think is in it?"

"I don't know." I peeled the tape off the top of the box and found tightly packed bags of grass? Another had white powder. "What is it?" I asked,

"WEED!" Spencer yelled slapping a hand over his mouth,

"You're a f*cking idiot." I said, I dropped the bags back in the box and we stood up to run.

"There! Boys there getting away!" The man yelled,

"Run faster Brendon! He's getting closer!" Spencer said as he passed me. I ran as fast as I could but I wasn't fast enough. A hand grabbed my shirt pulling me back, the boy picked me up and thew me over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"It's not happening." He responded, I squirmed and kicked. "Stop moving! Don't make me hurt you kid." The other boy rushed past us going after Spencer. He took me back to the large truck and set me down by the open door. "What do you want to do dad."

"Kill him." The boys dad said, I sudden shot of fear shot through me.

"He's only a kid though."

"What do you want me to do? He'll go off and run his mouth telling everyone. I can't raise another kid either."

"I promise I won't tell anyone." I spoke up,

"Shut up, promises won't get you out of here." The dad said,

"I can just take him to my place. I'll watch him."

"What about the other one?"

"A*s will take care of him, I'll talk him into it. I couldn't kill a kid it would give me nightmares." The older man shook his head, a*s? A*s...

"Fine, if this ever happens again we're killing whoever find us, I don't care how old." The boy nodded, a few minutes later the other boy came back with a knocked out Spencer.

"D*mn he did not want to go. The little f*cker bit me." I couldn't help but smile a little.

"So where do I put them?"

"Take my car I'll drive the truck we're late as it is. Tie that ones hands, I don't think this one will move will you?" He directed the question to me, I shook my head. "Good." The boy who caught me took me over to a black expensive looking car. D*mn. I thought to myself, the boy opened up the back seat and gestured for me to get in. I slid in and Spencer was put in next to me with his hands tied in a belt. The two boy got into the front and started up the car and pulled up behind the truck. They waited for the truck to start moving before following it. We were in the back of the car for hours until we stopped at a warehouse.

"I'll help him get the boxes out you stay here Dallon." One said, Dallon groaned.

"Ok." Dallon replied,

"I'll be back." He said in a terminator impression. He got out of the car and started unloading boxes and handing them off to a skinny man with dark grey hair put up in a small pony tail. Greed filled his eyes, Dallon drove the car out of the warehouse and parked outside. He turned off the car and sat back in silence.