Oh My!

5. You Turn My Heart Off And On However You Please

Kino:

Being trapped is an unfavorable feeling. 

It's like standing in an ocean of black paint. You can't see anything. Then your feet begin to stick. Pulling you down. Penatrating your soft skin, with it's sharp teeth. It's as if you are fighting for your life. Even if all odds are against you. You grasp for something. Only to be pushed away. You then start to realize, there is an unnoticeable weight pulling you further.  

I had been in the 'Juvenile Detention Center For Young Men' for about a year. Sure you can jump to crazy conclusions. You might start to think I was a helish brat. Or that I probably hurt someone while in the process of doing something illegal.

I'll tell you what happened.

The reason I am really here. Is because of my dad. He's apart of a mob called 'Triad'. My dad and his two twin brothers basically own most of the northern states. Hence the name Triad.

The summer of my junior year, I had been framed.

My dad had made a small contract with a mob boss from Canada. In all honesty it was a trust contract. A trust contract is exactly what it sounds like.

It's a contract with a hidden meaning. The whole purpose of this, is to test someone suspicious. Or in our case, a group of suspicious people. You decided to start with something small. If your cover is blown then you learn who your enemies are.

My father had sent me to this meeting. Everything had been fine at first. Then right after the transaction. A few police had shown up. Which had ment, that the Canadian mob  broke the contract. In doing so, they lost there life's.

My uncle Phu, had shot the untrustworthy canadia mobsters.

Looking from behind, me and my uncle look the same. Well almost, I'm taller but we have the same hair color.

So I was arrested.

Long story short.

My dad had framed me.

He had me take my uncle's place. Without him, the mob would be weak. So, the only right choice, was for me to be the one arrested.

I was charged fo being underaged with a firearm. Apparently, the man had lived. So I had to plead mentally unstable. Which gave me two years. 

After being in the detention center for two months. The news that the Canadian mobsters were officially dead, had hit us.

Of course it was my father. I didn't have to ask him to know. When you screw over the Triad, you lose your life.

My dad's name is Tru woods. He is the oldest of the triplets. About two minutes older. None of them look alike. My dad was 6'7. He has black hair and black eyes. His shoulders are broad, and his arms are bulging with muscles. His personality is intimidating. He has a bored look all the time. But when he's with his family. All he does is smile. He's really just a softy. He's basically the boss. My grandfather had handed the title to my father. So now he's in charge.

Phu Woods, is the middle child. He's in charge of hits. To put it simply. He's the Triads assassin. He's about 6'2. His hair is brown and his eyes are hazel. He's a complete psychopath. He loves everything that normal people would deem wrong. He's a quiet one. Once you set him off, it's hard to stop him.

Lou Woods, is the youngest of the three. He stands at 5'6. His hair is blonde. One blue eye and one black. He is the only one who takes after my grandmother. His features are soft, which go nicely with his kind personality. If you ask me, why such a person, decided to be apart of a mob. I would have no anwser.