• chapter one-8

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    Rain water was pouring down on the eight year olds head as he watched his father burried along with the millions of other souls in that very graveyard. brian was the boy's name
    you must rememmber this verry name
    His mother and grandmother where there staring at brians father's grave. 28 was sutch a young number and yet everyone was expecting his death, and it was no supprise to anyone.
    His father owed 8 mafia members brian when he turned 6 in 1998, for he was special to them, and the boss loved him like a son.
    "this is all your fault!" his mind awoke to the soung of his shriekng grandmother. "my son is dead now because of that worthless and discrase of a child!"Brians seeping tears stopped
    "it is not HIS FAULT!" his mom yelled back, but her mother in law yelled louder "Ugh even the name brian discusts me just hearing it! I can't understand how people can bear it!You cursed sun ought to die in hell!!!" Thats it! he couldn't take the anger anymore neither the shame!
    Brian took a stand."you know what? If i am sutch a discrase you can wait untill the american ruler stands down! and by that i mean in eight whole years!"
    HE dashed homw with his mother chasing after him. He was a fast kid though, and his mother could not even stand to catch up.
    Once inside, brian tore down an 18 inch wide pipe from the ceiling. He knew his mother couldn't get up it for she was to curved to barely gey herself 1/3 of the way in it.
    and it was there he waited fr the day to come in 2008