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Chapter three| parents.

What in the fucking hell were my parents doing here? What gives them the right to disappear and then fucking track us down and come back. They missed almost 7 years of our lives and now they're back. What the hell?!?

"What are you doing here?" I spat out, trying to be as calm as possible

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" My dad screamed

"Woah dad, you're high as fuck right now!!" Harry butted in, stepping in between me and my parents, "But how did you guys get here?"

"We know people." My dad scoffed. Harry was right, you could smell the meth coming from a mile away. This idiot could go to jail.

"Get out." My mom shouted at us

"What?" I was confused, she was holding an empty bottle of vodka and was holding her other hand behind her back

"Get. Out." She ordered

"No," Harry resisted, "this is our house, we paid for it, and you guys don't have the right to take it from us."

That's when it happen. The hand behind my mother's back, it moved and faced us. In her right hand, held a silver pistol. "Get out or I shoot." She demanded

"Holy fuck" I whispered under my breath

Then I heard a familiar 'click' of a familiar gun. I looked over at my dad and he held an unforgettable gold pistol in his hands. That 'click' was him unlocking the safety. That familiar gun. The gun I was threatened with many times as a child. The gun that almost killed me when I almost disobeyed and almost didn't buy those 'special' cigarettes from that 'special' friend in that 'special' alleyway for my dad.

We stood there in shock.

Then my mom counted, "Three. Two..."

I looked at my brother and it was like we had the same idea.

"One!" She shouted

In a second my brother and I moved as they tried to shoot but before they could, we pushed them and like magic, they shot each other.

We didn't really expect that to happen, but it did, and we didn't regret any second of it. It still hurt that our parents just died in front of us, I mean they still looked after us and we were kinda healthy. They could've killed us if they wanted to in those passed years but didn't. But we were glad that they were gone. I guess you can say it was bittersweet.

"That just happened." My brother whispered in shock

We called the cops and we told them what happen. How they were our parents and how they abused us. We told them they killed themselves when they missed and how they tried to kill us.

"If I may ask, how old are you two?" The officer asked

"16 and 17" I responded

"Well you both are still under aged so you guys have to live with another family member or a friend until the judge states you are eligible to live without an adult." The cop responded

We didn't have any other family members so we lied and said we would stay with a friend.

"Alright, well that's it, we cleaned up the bodies and the blood so this house is gonna be alone for a while until we get word that you can live alone." The officer concluded

"Um...do you mind if you don't mention that we are their children if word gets out? Use my mom's last name instead of my dad's so people don't know we are their kids. We really don't want to get noticed at school..." Harry asked

"Sure, no problem. I'll give word if this get out in the news."

Once they all left, we took a moment and sat in the family room to think.

"Should we move outta here until judge says we can move back in?" Harry asked

"No, this town is small and we have a shitty police force so I doubt they really give a fuck if we stay here or not." I replied back

He nodded in agreement.

"Our parents. The people that gave us life, the shittiest people in the world, died." I started getting teary eyed

"They made us live through hell. But still they gave us life, made us who we are today. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be as strong as we are now." Harry agreed

That's when I started balling, I jumped into my brother's arms and cried my eyes out. I know what you're thinking, 'Hendrix, you're parents were the shittiest people in the world, why would you cry over their death?!' Well if you didn't know, they were still my parents. Ya they were total fuckfaces, but I am still their DNA, blood, spawn even. I mean, if it weren't for them, Harry and I wouldn't be as brave and strong as we are now. They made us suffer, go through pain and agony. Even though they did that to us, it prepared me and Harrison for hell. If zombies ever do really come to kill us, Harrison and I would be prepared. We could fight against anything thanks to them. So ya, that's why I'm crying over my dead parents.

When I woke up the next morning I got ready for school and didn't talk much to Harrison. We did our own thing until it was time to head to school. When we parked in the school parking lot we sat in the car for a good 10 minutes.

"You ready?" Harrison asked

I sighed, "I guess..."

We got out and headed to 1st period.

"Holy shit did you guys like hear about that couple that killed each other?" I heard one of the sluts say to her slut friend

"Oh my god! Like yes I did! What were their names?"

"If I remember correctly like I'm pretty sure they were Jimi and Gorge Cale."

"Jimi? That's like a weird girl name."

"Oh my god I know right!!!!"

Do they have a fucking mute button? If you're gonna scream this early in the morning again I will chop off your fake ass fucking silicone-stuffed tit- good girl Henny...be a good girl...

The whole school was talking about my parents. It was really hard to not cry during class with all those fucking people whispering to their friends about my parents' death. But I survived the day in hell and fled the school like it was sinking.

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