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my bag with me.
“Wait! You're Collin!” he yells, stopping me before I can reach the door.
I sigh and turn around to face him. “Yeah. Yeah I am,” I admit.
“You're the one that's in that I-Ten gang. You know they were in my store about a month ago. Mother fuckers fucked up my store and took all of my money. You know anything about that?” he says as he comes around the counter and stands in front of it with his arms folded across his chest.
I roll my eyes. “No, no I don't. You see, I left that gang the night my mom died,” I smirk as I roll my eyes. I really hate talking.
“You sure? You sure are dressed like you still in it,” he tries to read me, looking at me suspiciously as if he’s debating on whether he needs to call the cops or something, but I put him down.
“Not anymore.” I confirm.
“How long ago did she die?” he asks as he takes a few steps towards me, but still a distance away.
“I believe that's none of your business, but it was a few years ago.” I growl, growing more and more annoyed.
“Oh. That's too bad,” he says in a blunt ‘I don't really give a fuck' way.”
“Yeah. I got to go. Have a nice night.”
“Oh, and Collin, tell your so called crew to stay the fuck away from my store. They're lucky I only called the cops on them. ‘Cause now. I'm packing,” He says as he pats the front of his pants. Did this bitch just threaten me? This only pisses me off more.
“I don't think you have to worry about that,” I say sarcastically. I pull out my gun as fast as I can and fire at him a few times, hitting him in the chest and head. His body falls to the floor as the blood streams out of him like a leaking faucet. I walk out of the store and into my car screeching out of the gas station, making a right at the nearest intersection. I roll down my window and switch on my radio. The night air is calm and cool, I love this spring weather and my mom did too. I open up my bag of chips and read the next direction on the paper.
*****
Later that night, I finally reach my next destination. I park across the street from a small abandoned house and look around me and there's no one to be seen. I slowly get out of the car and jog across the street to get a closer look at the house, wondering if they are here. Slowly, I open up the door and peek inside. It's dark and there are cobwebs everywhere. Am I supposed to be here? I wonder to myself. I shut the door and head around the back where I push open the metal gate and look around the yard. Nothing. Fuck! This has to be a damn joke , I think as my anger begins to boil up. Are these fuckers taking for some kind of game or are they testing me? I shake my head and run back out to my car. When I reach the front again, I see someone lurking around my car. Who the fuck is that?
“Hey! Hey, you!” I yell out to the person as I run towards him, pulling my gun out from the back of my pants. The person looks up at me and his eyes grow wide. Mine do too as I recognize who the person is.
No way... Is that who I think it is?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Chapter 11
“Ryan?” I say in confusion as I walk a little closer to him.
He looks at me also confused with his head tilted to one side.
“Collin?” He scratches the top of his head with his index finger.
“Yeah man.” I say with relief putting my gun away.
“Where the hell you been? I mean.... Well, last I heard you were shot and dead,” he shrugs as he looks
“Wait! You're Collin!” he yells, stopping me before I can reach the door.
I sigh and turn around to face him. “Yeah. Yeah I am,” I admit.
“You're the one that's in that I-Ten gang. You know they were in my store about a month ago. Mother fuckers fucked up my store and took all of my money. You know anything about that?” he says as he comes around the counter and stands in front of it with his arms folded across his chest.
I roll my eyes. “No, no I don't. You see, I left that gang the night my mom died,” I smirk as I roll my eyes. I really hate talking.
“You sure? You sure are dressed like you still in it,” he tries to read me, looking at me suspiciously as if he’s debating on whether he needs to call the cops or something, but I put him down.
“Not anymore.” I confirm.
“How long ago did she die?” he asks as he takes a few steps towards me, but still a distance away.
“I believe that's none of your business, but it was a few years ago.” I growl, growing more and more annoyed.
“Oh. That's too bad,” he says in a blunt ‘I don't really give a fuck' way.”
“Yeah. I got to go. Have a nice night.”
“Oh, and Collin, tell your so called crew to stay the fuck away from my store. They're lucky I only called the cops on them. ‘Cause now. I'm packing,” He says as he pats the front of his pants. Did this bitch just threaten me? This only pisses me off more.
“I don't think you have to worry about that,” I say sarcastically. I pull out my gun as fast as I can and fire at him a few times, hitting him in the chest and head. His body falls to the floor as the blood streams out of him like a leaking faucet. I walk out of the store and into my car screeching out of the gas station, making a right at the nearest intersection. I roll down my window and switch on my radio. The night air is calm and cool, I love this spring weather and my mom did too. I open up my bag of chips and read the next direction on the paper.
*****
Later that night, I finally reach my next destination. I park across the street from a small abandoned house and look around me and there's no one to be seen. I slowly get out of the car and jog across the street to get a closer look at the house, wondering if they are here. Slowly, I open up the door and peek inside. It's dark and there are cobwebs everywhere. Am I supposed to be here? I wonder to myself. I shut the door and head around the back where I push open the metal gate and look around the yard. Nothing. Fuck! This has to be a damn joke , I think as my anger begins to boil up. Are these fuckers taking for some kind of game or are they testing me? I shake my head and run back out to my car. When I reach the front again, I see someone lurking around my car. Who the fuck is that?
“Hey! Hey, you!” I yell out to the person as I run towards him, pulling my gun out from the back of my pants. The person looks up at me and his eyes grow wide. Mine do too as I recognize who the person is.
No way... Is that who I think it is?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Chapter 11
“Ryan?” I say in confusion as I walk a little closer to him.
He looks at me also confused with his head tilted to one side.
“Collin?” He scratches the top of his head with his index finger.
“Yeah man.” I say with relief putting my gun away.
“Where the hell you been? I mean.... Well, last I heard you were shot and dead,” he shrugs as he looks
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