Loud banging- panic breathing- his fist red while his knuckles were bleeding profusely. His Left arm clutching a bruised and bloody abdomen. His Body slumped against the door.
Then Pounding again- fist beating upon the dark Oak-wood. His Breathing becoming raspier with every
Breath.....
Finally the porch lights come on the door swinging open. Causing the bloody, bruised body to limp forward into a lean, taller built figure. Who caught the wounded person just in time before they both fell over into his foyer.
A boy of thirteen- with similar stormy eyes looked up at the replica version of his father. The BASTARD.
"Hello Brother " he rasped out before collapsing his head onto his brother's chest, succumbing to his injuries.
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I punched Terry, a scrawny dude, who thought that all he ever needed was his brain. Yet the one thing this nerdy ass man didn't think of is; how much this was going to cost me.
I found Terry in my home library- Leaning up against one of the many book shelves. Casually reading a book, a knowing smirk appearing on his face.
He already knew what this was about and that just pissed me off even further. So I gripped him up causing him to drop the got damn book. I take my right fist and give him one good punch to the face. He falls to the ground with a satisfying thud.
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He came to me five years ago when he was thirteen. After I left him and our BASTARD father behind.Our Father was involved in some messed up shit- and being told constantly that your not wanted; because you were only just the Half- breed to a different crack-whore, when your constantly being beaten till you feel like all you wanted to do is just lay down and die. I knew then I had to get far away so I did the only thing I could think to do.
I bolted, and even though I attempted to take Terry with me. A boy of only eight, Our Father quickly made me realize I couldn't. I rub my right knee as I walk away from him with a slight limp towards a reading desk. Shaking with so much anger- I was getting away from Terry before I did something worse Something I might regret.
Till this day the bullet my father put in my knee cap still Hurts like a bitch.
Thankfully, even though I wished it was just a graze-the bullet came out clean to the other side.
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THE loud booming sound of the gun, in the silent night reverberated off the surrounding buildings .The feeling of something hot searing my leg caused me to buckle and also caused Terry to let go of my hand. Running back into the house crying and screaming. I squirmed -crying out in pain. holding my knee on the wet, dew grass. Our father pointing his Smith & Wesson gun straight at my forehead. As I looked up towards his belligerent face. Alcohol reeking on his breath.
"YOU- CAN GO- But TERRY STAYS!.- Try and take him again and I'll make sure the next bullet goes straight-
He dug the gun into my forehead I whimpered as the hot tilt seared my skin. His eyes pitched black- lips pulled back showing his menacing smile.
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His Mafia Queen
ActionI picked up my burner dialing up my third in command. Darius Finley. " Yea boss" His tone sounded alert. Good I liked when he was focused. The music and voices of people at his location made me smile. He was there. The place where I told him...
