9

My fist is turning white from digging my nails into my palm. "Jake and I are just friends ash". I turn and walk into the house. In already twenty-two. Six years with Eli or my dad. My dad was a fearless gangleader. He turned his feelings to stone. But I can't I'm not fearless like my dad I will never be. No one can replace him. I hear Ash pull out of the driveway great now he's pissed. Such a great thin-"bang. I pull out my gun walking towards my room. That's where the bang sound came. Onces I step in the a shadow. "Put your hands up".  The shadow stands up with his hands in the air and says in a hush voice. "Don't shoot". I know that voice from somewhere. I switch on the light. "No no no it can't be". I take a couple steps back shaking. "Its me".