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Life Isn't Fair
By Grave
Chapter 4
(Novak
is 17)
Brandon climb into though his window dropping onto the floor. He felt so tired and hungry, he grab the
box of Captin Crunch off his floor. He dug in grabbing hand fulls. This was the worst part of getting high he thought was
the aftermath. when you feel so tired and hungry. He finally pulled himself onto his bed and collapse thinking about his life.
He knew pot wasn't good for you because it screwed up your mind and your life. But screwed that skating didnt let
him forget his problems anymore and pot did. He felt so happy and free while he was high, like nothing bad could happen to
him.
With those thoughts Brandon fell asleep. The next thign he knew someone pulled him into the living room. His
head was killing him from the all the drugs and the surpise of tonight. When he opened his eyes someone had a knee in his
back and was tying his hands together.
His mom was in a corner tied up a dishtowel in her mouth. Tears ran down her
face as she watched strange man ransack the house.
"Come on Joe don't do this. I got the money, it's coming next week."
Said his dad as he was pushed to his knees a gun pointed at his head.
Suddenly Brandon felt a cold metal object at
his thoart, and reailzed these druggies didnt care about his mom or him. All they care about was the money to get more drugs.
"You got a pretty wife, maybe we will make her pay. How bout that?" said Joe with a laugh that made Brandon blood
ran cold.
His mom was screamin though the rag in her mouth tears streamed down her face as they pulled her to her feet
and drag her into the next room.
"Go ahead Joe, shes a whore anyway, keeps money for her and him" His dad spat giving
Novak a hard look, like this was all his fault.
He felt hot tears rolled down his face as he reailzed they could be
killed at any moment.
"So this is your son? He looks like a druggie, look at his eyes, he smells like pot." shouted
Joe in a angry rage, waving his gun around.
"Have you been doing pot you little cunt, is that why your dear father
has no money? You are gonna to have to pay for doing pot, cause you sure as hell aint getting it from me! I work hard so filthly
people like you kid can have pot and you buy it form someone else." Joe said with a cold glint in his eye.
"Take care
of him Alex, make sure he knows where to get his fix up froms" Joe smirked as Alex cracked his knuckles.
The three
other thugs stood there watching his mom be raped, and this man ruining everything in his life.
WHAM!! a punch
landed on Brandon left eye, the next punch hit his mouth and he tasted copper. Slam his head banged into the wall from the
forces of the punches. The last thing Brandon rember before blacking out was his father laughing and talking with Joe while
his mom muffled crys echo though his ears.
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