Chapter 1 (Who am I?)
Well shit, I really didnt expect anyone to actually read this.
I'm not an author, never went to college and if you're a grammer freak you'll be able to tear all of my words apart and I misspelled a lot of words I'm sure. I'm texting this off of my cell phone and lets just say this I had to do my school work while in jail, and believe it or not, not many of the people I met in there could spell better than me.
Homeless by the age of 14, lost and broken. Apparently I came from a weathly family over in Kansas. I just don't remember them and just because I say wealthy that doesn't mean they were good people. I heard through the grapevine that the way they had accumulated their wealth was from selling homes to people, then the weirdest shit kept happening. Everyone who bought a home off my family would just pay this massive deposit down on the home and then dissappear "move" a few weeks after moving in.
Apparently granddad was in charge of that whole mess, and he was a nasty rotten old man. Let's just put it this way he was from "Back in the day" and lived down south so he was a real loser with no values that ended up getting arrested for mudering all those people that helped build his wealth.
When he was arrested, he went quietly. He knew he had others on the outside that didn't want him locked up anymore than he wanted to be behind bars. They took him to the county jail as a holding location.
While inside the jail granddad was pissing on the gaurds as they walked by, calling them every name under the sun just to get a reaction. Well he got the reaction he wanted and they opened his cell to apprehend him. At that point two vehicles driven by his "Gang" showed up to the county jail and one was diven right through the side of the building. One officer was ran over by the car and the exterior wall of the building, two officers were shot killed and my ol shitty granddad was free again running to the second vehicle that was ready as the get away car for him and his low life friends.
I'm sure as he was riding in that vehicle he lit up a smoke and just thought he was the baddest mother fucker out there.
Until he seen the lights behind them.
Then at that moment I hope he realized how stupid, hateful and evil he really was. A killer of men, women, children, and elderly. A man that thought he was so tough he would abuse his wife, kids, grandkids. Everyone around this man suffered for his own personal gain.
But when you go straight to the beehive and kill a few bees. The sworm comes, and thats what they did. They chased him and his buddies down.
Granddad and his buddies went into a house killed the family that was there and started to defend it as their own.
There was a standoff for a while.
Until the police learned that they had executed the family inside. That's when granddad finally got a taste of his own medicine. 19 bullets through his chest as the police force unloaded every shot they had into that home.
So I guess the reason I told you about him is because I kinda blame him for the life I had.
After the word got out about what my granddad did. Our stores got burnt to the ground family members were murdered for what he did and anyone with our last name was not welcomed anymore.
So we had to leave.
No money needing to travel somewhere that would accept a family like ours. The further we drove the less people knew so we ended up in a small worthless town full of violence and drugs. A place where I guess my family thought we would fit right in.
WELL I DID NOT FIT IN.
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