Chapter 2

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The day started off slow and quite and as I walked into the kitchen I seen why, my father wasn't home. My mother and I was home alone all day until two pm, that's when my father came home pissed and started beating both me and my mom. Then it happened he made us go into a room and he did something I never thought he would do, he pulled a gun out and shot my mom in the head and as he turned the gun to me we he screaming and shooting coming from outside so he leaves the room and walks out the house leaving me with my dead mother. I don't know how many minutes pass before I hear the door slam shut and running then I hear the door slam open again and lots of footsteps walking around the house and soon I hear the door to the room I was in open and I hear "shit." but I don't look up I continue to lean over my mom's dead body crying. Soon I'm grabbed my arm and pulled into the living room and I hear "Leiah, what you doing here?" looking up I see Gilly and his friends Angel and Coco with some other guys and before I could say anything the guy holding me said "she was in a room crying over a dead woman." and a man with the president patch for the Mayans said "you know her?" and Gilly said "ya, she's my girl." and gilly turns back to me and says "what are you doing here. who's blood is that?" and I said crying "I live here and the bloods my mom's." and he looks shocked and says "you live here? your mom?" and I nodded and the president said "we could talk about this later. do you know where Afa is? he ran into this house but we didn't find him." and I wispered "the hall closet has a trap wall on the left side. push it and it opens to a hidden room. be careful though he might still have his gun." and the president nodded his head and the guys walked off, leaving me and the guy holding my arm in the living room. Two minutes later they walk in dragging my dad at gun point and when my dad sees me he says "should have shot you first." and Gilly punches him in the face knocking him out.

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