How Keneti died.
Keneti's POV
"Mom No" I shouted at her.
"No what??. We're moving to Ireland and that's final".
"Good luck. Am not moving anywhere with you and you ain't gonna make me".
"Keneti." Her voice softened.
I know what she's trying to do but am not gonna allow it.
"No!!!! Am 19 and I have the right to decide for myself. Am not going to Ireland. If you want to, then go ahead".
I moved passed her, took my jacket and walked out of the house. My whole body was on fire. I was boiling. I was so angry. Who the f**k is she??? I've done everything her way for the past 19 years and it wasn't any fun. What the heck is she moving away from. I changed houses, schools, and everything but this time I ain't leaving Austria.
It's the only place I belong to, am finally a popular kid in school and literally the hottest guy in school after 4 other guys but still. I have girls drooling over me and I have s*x all the time. Just a phone call and she's at my house ready to have her brain f****d off.
Mom's not home all the time so it gives me all the freedom i need.
We've only lived in Austria for three years, when I say we I mean me and my mom. I don't know about my dad but mom said he died before I was born. Liar. Am sure she got pregnant and doesn't even know who the father is. Frankly, she's a bad ass b***h. I probably got my play boy attitude from her. I don't mean to exaggerate but am "bad", like really bad. You'll.......
Author's POV
Keneti was so distracted that he didn't notice he was in the middle of the road. Without further a do. A huge truck, loaded with fruits and vegetables horned, the driver horned really loudly but bad boy Keneti didn't hear, sadly, before the driver could hit the break, the truck hit him. He was lucky enough, his body wasn't crushed. The truck flung his body across the road and onto a tree. His body hit the tree so hard.
Keneti was dead.
His lifeless body laid motionlessly beside a tree.
Truck driver's POV.
Oh no. No no no no.
I just hit someone.
I could run away but somehow I know the cops will find me.
I got out of my truck and walked to the body I hit.
I felt his pulse. No pulse. He's dead.
I can't call the police, I'll definitely be arrested. It's only been two weeks since I've been let off with a warning. One more accident and my license will be seized. No more driving.
I have to do something.
I felt the young man's body and brought out his wallet.
"Name_ Keneti Wilson.
Age_17
Sex_Male
Address_palaise trautson sta€e 07".
That was the information on his wallet.
I slung the body on my shoulder, walked to my van and dumped him in.
Time to meet a family.
Willy's POV
I gave a long sigh as I slammed my whole body down on a couch.
Keneti was making things really hard for me. Am doing this because of him, even i, don't wanna move away from Austria. But we just have to or else Keneti will die. How did i know?. Yesterday, when I was coming home from work, an old man...very old man came up to me and said that if me and my son don't move from this country, my son will die. Normally, am not a fan of Fortune telling but something in the way he said it made me believe him. Now convincing Keneti was the problem.
