Mafia shit //Payton moormeir

Chapter 1

Halia Wilson

Payton moormeir

Dylan moormeir

Brooklyn Wilson

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I sat on the wet cold concrete and stared at the sky. My head pounded and my knuckles were bleeding. I just got into get another fight. Of course I won though.

I guess you could say I was a trouble maker.My dad killed my mom I'm front of me 5 years ago. I haven't been the same happy kid ever since. He was in some kind of mafia. I could care less but he trained me and my sister. All I want is a normal life but my dad made sure I didn't get one. He always went out of his way to make my life a living hell.

My phone rang so I grabbed it. I stood up and brushed off my pants.
"What" I said annoyed.
"Get your ass home now" my dad said angrily.

I didn't say anything I just hung up. I started skating home. Dried blood stained my jeans and cuts surrounded my knuckles. I finally got home to see a black car outside. I rolled my eyes and walked in.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU" my dad yelled into my face.

I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry. I cry when I get angry sometimes. My nails dung into my palms as I realized a man and two boys behind him.
"HOP OFF MY DICK" I yelled back at him. I pushed past all of them and stomped upstairs.

I slammed my door and threw down my skate board.
"Halia?" I heard my younger sister say.
"Come in." I say sighing.
" What the hell?" She said grabbing my hands. 

I rolled my eyes as she pulled me to my bathroom. She washed them and wrapped a banged around my left hand. It's was worse than the other one.
"Do you know who those boys are down there?" She asked sitting on my bed.
"Nope, but I'm pretty sure they work with dad." I said flopping next to her.
"The shorter one is cute." She squealed.

I rolled my eyes as she skipped back to her room. I peered out my window which had a view of our driveway. I saw the man and two boys walking back to their car. I found my self staring at the taller boy. He had no sort of emotion on his face. His hair fell perfectly on his head. And his eyes are jus-

" I can't believe you!" My dad yelled cutting off my thoughts.
"Do you know how weak you made me look?!" He yelled again.
"I DONT CARE!" I screamed back at him.

He came towards me and shoved me into the wall. My breath got knocked out but I didn't show it. My eyes began to sting as he grabbed my face.
"WELL IM SELLING YOU TO THEM TOMORROW SO PACK YOUR SHIT" he yelled throwing  me down. I didn't mean too but I let a tear stream down my cheek.
" Fucking weak" my dad mumbled storming out of my room.

That's all he cared about. Was making me and Brooklyn "strong" as he says. I call it making us miserable. He hardly yelled at Brooklyn but he didn't like her. I wiped my face and slammed my door. I threw all my stuff into two suitcases and got ready for bed.

As I laid there I thought about what he said. He sold us? As what? I'm glad to get out of this hell hole. I drifted off still wondering.....