Note: This is taking off from the prologue (read first), because it was an important part of the story. :) Enjoy!
I struggled viciously to tighten my fist that I carried while running my way home.
The scene back at the church flashed through my mind: a young girl dropping to the floor, the bullet, the--
I couldn't think anymore. What was I doing? I should have confronted Danny, or at least have not run away so fast. I would never make it home walking by day. I needed a car, time, and freedom.
What would I tell my poor Mother?
I quickly rounded a corner and heard loud shouting over the rush of the whirring cars. ''James! James! What are you doing, man? C'mon!''
I passed between two buildings and saw the same leather jacket hurrying toward me like a beast. My legs grew stronger, and I ran away even faster than before, whirling through the city streets and alleys of Chicago like a bullet.
Bullet. No, my mind had to stop thinking about it, or I would never make it. I reached into my jacket and threw away MY handgun into the dark alley I was currently in. I heard the faint click and felt better.
''James! C'mon, man! The gang's waiting on River street to steal a few valuables. What are you doing? James, you're either in or out! Your choice! In or out!'' Danny was obviously getting closer and closer, and I was becoming weaker and weaker. His footsteps pounded in my ears and finally I came to a dead-end.
I clapped against the brick wall and began to catch my breath.
''What were you doing man? Come on. River street. The big houses are mostly empty and we have a pretty good chance of getting some nice money-makers!'' He started to grab my arm.
I violently shrugged him off and started to walk away.
''Whoa. What's going on, Jame? What's the deal? Are you out of your mind?'' Danny asked.
''Why do you care?'' I replied.
''Look, it was just a-- oh, I see. It's the girl, isn't it? Why do you care about her? She's just a little church-wimp, boy, its not a big deal.''
I started to walk faster. ''Maybe not to you. Leave me alone.''
''Hey,'' Danny began. ''What's the difference between you and me? You're upset about one little girl being shot when you yourself have shot more than a girl like her could count. I've shot plenty of em', too. It's fun, ain't it? I bet you anything you'll shoot another.''
I turned around and gave him a fierce look. ''Leave me alone.''
''Hey, man, are you in or out? I wanna get over to River street before all them creeps get back.''
''Out.'' I replied, and started to run away from him.
He stayed behind, much to my relief, and I pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it when I heard another call for my name.
''James! Oh, honey, I was dead worried about you!''
I looked over to see my mother sitting in the car on the street.
''Get in the car, sweetie! Let's go home and talk things over.'' She continued.
''No!'' I called back and kept walking.
She kept driving. ''Come on, James. Get in the car. Let's go home together.''
With a sigh I obeyed and hopped into the car, cigarette in hand.
''You know I don't allow those in the car,'' Mother pointed out. ''Throw it in the street, NOW.''
I reluctantly rolled down the window and threw away the fresh cigarette.
We drove home, while I sobbed in my head, worried sick with fear of what might happen to me now.
TO BE CONTINUED.............
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