gangs

Fourteen

I froze

Why the fuck did I let that slip?

"We have to pay off our house" I lied to him.

"That's not what you said- you said those people" he spoke quickly.

"Yes, we're paying people for our house." I spoke.

"I don't think that's what you meant" he pushed.

"It is-" before I had to say anything else my mom knocked on the car window, making me almost happy to see her.

"We have to go in"

As we walked through the doors all eyes went to us.

There was so many cops and drug dealers in the same building, and the cops were so fucking oblivious.

And for the first time since I watched them take my dad out of the ambulance- I saw my dad again.

Without anyone, I went to the casket.

He was so empty.

I felt the lump in my throat growing and the tears in my eyes increasing, which I tried to blink away.

He left us here to struggle through the bind he put us in.

And I hated him for that

But yet I couldn't help but miss him

To miss his stupid dad talk, him cooking every morning, always making me promise to never follow in his footsteps

But he didn't have to worry about that.

As I cleared my throat I felt someone's arm rub against my own.

I glanced, seeing Michael.

"Do you want to go sit?" He asked me slowly.

"Yeah" I whispered, taking his arm slowly.

He led me to the seats that were marked off as family.

I sat beside him, exhaling at the sight of all the people giving my mom hugs, talking to her slowly.

And then I saw him

Marcus

The man who killed my dad.

He swiftly walked to my mom, who didn't look bothered for a second

It wasn't crazy for him to show up- this was his second warning

His warning for us.

I watched him hug my mom, his pregnant wife following with a small smile.

I stared.

He took his wife's hand, going to the casket.

He paid his respects

To the body that he killed

And then he turned, him and I immediately making eye contact.

And then I watched him stride over to me, his wife following closely.

"My little Angel, give me a hug, I'm so sorry for your loss" he spoke, hugging me tightly.

I stayed stiff.

"Your dad was a good man" he shook his head slowly, making me swallow the lump in my throat.

I grabbed Michael's arm, seeing my mom walking over to us.

"Marcus" my mom spoke, stopping him from continuing what he said.

"Could you help me carry some of these flowers to my car?" I knew that meant she wanted to discuss the money away from me and everyone else.

"Of course" he smiled innocently

"I'll be right back, but incase I don't see you again, Andrea" he spoke, making my chest tighter.

"I hope your nose heals well- I'm sure that hurt like a bitch." He spoke slowly.

I stared to him, tears coming more and more into my eyes.

"Thank you" I barely spoke to him, trying not to make Calum too suspicious.

"I pray that you don't have to witness or go through anything like that again- I pray that god can work out a plan for you and your mom,"

And I knew what he was saying

He hopes we can get him the money before he has to find us again.

Let's just say, I pray that we can get the money too