Uh Oh

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As Antonio sprinted up the steps he was brutally halted by the locked front door of his his beloved trap house. he felt he would be safe in its walls which were carefully guarded by its tenants, a rather large and menacingly teenage gangsters. all had sought refuge within its limits. it was all the works of the og of the house, otherwise know as original gangsta.

He pounded on the door and was brutally asslted when his eyes landed on the party going on inside. he locked eyes immediately with his og and they in turn bounded up the stairs to meet in puppet s master bedroom. puppet closed the door behind them and immediately made his way to the wet bar. he poured them each a drink,careful to stay silent, so it was Antonio's choice as when to speak. Antonio gratefully accepted the offer and gulped it down, reviling in the burn as it traveled down his aspophgous,and upon its warming splash sensation he drank it till its last drop and he quickly held out his glass,with action and no word asked for another. the pleading in the boys eyes gave a heavy sought after answer before the boy even started to talk.

"You were wrong," the boy said quietly.

"what do u mean" questioned Puppet?

Just what I f*****g said, he blurtlered out as his eyes started to fill with tears. I had to kill them both!remember what u said? "dont leave" the boy said as puppet interrupted his chain of thought

"any witnesses "puppet added.

"So there was someone in bed with him." asked Puppet?

"a lil slow on the uptake are we" Antonio joked.

"So what did u do " he asked the boy.

"What do u think I did, I did email both" he stated.

"And nobody saw u " he questioned Antonio?

"No, nobody seen anything. he answered.

with a firm but caring smake to the boys face, puppet got his attention." Then what are looking so worried about. u got away clean" he informed the boy.

"Ya I guess ur right" said Antonio.

"Your damn right im right" Puppet said brazingly. "So why don't u go down to the party u saw downstairs. Its missing its man of the hour.

"Who, me"? asked Antonio.

"Whos a lil slow on the up take now" Puppet joked.

All Antonio could do was answer with " tuche".

Antonio went down to join the party. But none of the nights festivities, or the attention from peers of the oppiset s*x, he couldn't get the gruesome images of tonight's undertakings out of his head.

his hands still felt numb from the explosion of the pistol in his hands, and his ears rang in the reverberated of him emptying the whole clip in to the two unsuspecting victims.He endured it for as long as he possibly could. when he couldn't stand all the attention a minute longer, he took one of the many unopened bottles and receded to his room.

upon entering the roo. he sat down on the bed. his face was drained of all color, a ghostly pale white the look almost clear in the pale light of the room lamp fixture. the dread he felt in his chest weighed upon him as an anvil, and every bit just as heavy.

he took large Swiss of the amber liquid, one after another, trying to drown out the visions of the bloody murders he had committed. They would forever haunt his dreams for the remainder of his earthly days.he almost made it through the entire bottle when he passed out, succumbing to his drunken proclivities. he didn't move a muscle all trough the night.