MARCH 7, 1985- Aslan
I stood up, brushing the dirt off my knees as the man took his final breath. Who knows. Did he deserve it? Was there a reason why he was murdered, and what was that “Banana Fish”? Sounded weird.
Before I could walk off, I heard multiple footsteps behind me. My gun came out as fast as lightning, and I was just about to pull the trigger before had realized it was no big deal. My gang subordinates, Richard and David. They both pleaded they didn’t have a choice in that matter. It was all because of Dino Golzine.
I told them to back off and not come back until they realized they had made a big mistake. With frowns, Richard and David walked off, leaving me to angrily stare at the floor. The anger quickly bubbled into furiousness.
That Golzine guy unfortunately was my adoptive father. He took me in when I was around eleven, and has been controlling me and my gang ever since. The man was the reason I also have been giving away my body to adults. It hurt to know how much power he had.
I started to walk back to my dingy apartment, my breath heavy. Tomorrow I will be meeting with Dino. I needed to confront him for interfering with the only privacy I had in my life, my friends.
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The morning was a bright one. The sky was blue and it seemed to be a bit gloomy than before. I put on my bright red Converse, and put on my white T, and some torn jeans, brushed the hair out of my face, put my gun in my pocket, and walked out.
As usual, the city was busy, even if it was five in the morning. I made my way down the street, pulling my hood up. It was obvious who the blond-haired boy was, and he didn’t want to attract attention. That was an obvious rule of the streets anyway.
I eventually got to the rundown part of the borough, entering through an old building. The inside was the opposite of the exterior, with fancy chandeliers, a good aesthetic, and everything I hated. Golzine’s likes are obvious. Red velvet, gold, silver, fancy things.
I met the bodyguards, and they took out my guns and took off my jacket. One of them, a man I’ve known for quite a while spoke up. He was fat and had multiple greasy chin rolls. His hair was always wet and done horribly.
”Y’know, Ash, maybe you don’t need your shirt on either,”
Marvin, the guy, spoke. I furrowed my eyebrows, letting out an insult before I walked down the hallway toward Dino’s room. Y’know, Marvin, maybe you need a punch in the face.
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