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Ash pov
"Okay well I'm getting tired." I say and then walk down the hallway to my room. Each member of the gang has their own rooms. I walked into the room. There are no windows and the whole room is painted black. The bed is old and wooden with ripped sheets. There's only one reason why I'm still here. That's because my mom and dad died and it's was just me and my brother. He didn't want to take care of me so he sold me to the gang. If I leave the leader will hunt me down and kill me the dispose of the evidence. Because of my brother selling me I have never made faithful friends. I don't actually connect with anyone. I look at the room and turn to shut the door. I flop on the bed and cry my eyes out. I walk over to a body mirror I have and look at myself. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Dad I wish you had never died. You were all I had." I say sobbing again. My mom had died right after I was born. She got very sick and her lungs and heart failed. My dad was all I had left in my life. My brother had always hated me so it didn't surprise me when he sold me. I just never expected to be sold to a gang. I go to pick up my phone and see that a random person had called me. They left a message so I decided to listen to it. I click on the message and listen. "Hey! It's Colby. I got your number from Kayla earlier. Just wanted to talk. Call me when you can." I smile through my crying. I really did love him. Now he is all I have left.

Watch over you// Colby BrockWhere stories live. Discover now