gabby's+short+story

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The tears running down my cheek, streaming down my chin. Hitting my shirt like bullets. I feel so empty inside. I should have never got into that friggen fight. It's all my fault that she's not here anymore. this would have never happened if I had kept my stupid mouth shut. I was so stupid! Stupid! My head is pounding now, but sadly the pounding doesn't drown out my baby sister's screams. Maybe one more shot? Two more drags? Both? Anything to force this shitty guilt out of me. I might as well be half dead, but I can still picture the grin on my asshole father's face. He was just mad because my mom didn't die sooner. He plans to take all of the money that she left for Arianna and me, and leave like he did the last time. Mom used to tell me to fogive and forget; never hate. But now that she's gone, hate is the only thing on my mind. I've never hated anyone before. Now I'm starting a list. First two people: my good for nothing father, and that nigga Carlos. "Arianna! Shut the hell up! She's dead and she can't hear you!" Andrew scolded. Arianna just screams louder. See my relationship with my so called "dad" is so bad, that I don't even call him dad. His name is Andrew, so I call him Andrew. "Arianna, come here baby. Don't pay attention to Andrew. He'll be outta here soon," I said as she began to setlle down. "I want Mommy," she whispered in my ear. "Arianna, baby; Mommy can't be with us anymore.--" I paused. I'm not really good with all this death talk. Especially with this situation. See if it wasn't for me... my mother would still be alive.

"Ayo was good my nigga?" I called to my friend Anthony. "Waddup Waddup. Aye a bunch of us is about to smoke. You down? He replied. "Yeah I'm down. Where at?" I questioned. "Across the street from Carlos'." "Look cuz, you know me and that nigga Carlos don't get along." "Listen Mike, carlos isn't even supposed to be there. And you know if he shows, I gotchu." Anthony flahsed his brand new gun. "Yo, where'd you get that gat son? Are you kidding me? What happens if you accidentally shoot yourself cuz?" "C'mon man, how you gonna be spittin' shit like that. I know what I'm doing. Damn." "Aright aright, I'm sorry. Can we just go smoke and get it over with?" "Fine. You can stay out right? You don't gotta go play dress-up with Arianna? Huh princess?" "Shut the hell up fool. Nah, I don't have anything to do tonight." Anthony took me over to the chill spot. It started out with me, Ant, his nigga Miles, and his nigga James. And when we looked across the street, he was walking towards the spot with his crew. "Well look who it is, Micheal Walker. Long time no see." Carlos started. "Anthony let's go," I murmured. Carlos spoke again, "You know Micheal, it's funny how I see your mom more than you, you know 'cause she's in my bed every night." Carlos laughed and high-fived his crew. Carlos Acadia was bad news. He's buddies with all of the top dealers and gang members. "Carlos, how many times to I have to tel you to stop talking about my friggen family!" I screamed. I jumped on him and immediately started throwing punches, when his crew tried to jump in and help. Anthony said he had my back and that he did. He pulled out his gun and shot one single bullet in the air. Carlos' crew scattered, as well as Miles and James. The only ones left were, Anthony with his gun in hand, Carlos and I. I let Carlos go with a busted lip, black eye and a limp. He got a couple shots in himself, but I messed him up pretty bad. Before he dissapeared with his crew, he turned and said " Tu es muerto." Anthony and I went home with out heads held up high; somewhat. I knew somehting bad was coming. The next morning, or should I say afternoon, I woke up to find a note on the fridge. It read: //Micheal, I'm out to work. I'll be home late tonight. I'm going grocery shopping. Please take care of your little sister. I'll see you when I get home. -Mom// Andrew was knocked out on the couch, probably got drunk and slept where he fell. Arianna was sleeping soundlessly in my mother's room. Perfect time for me to take a quick drag and shower before breakfast. Right after I got out of the shower, Arianna woke up. Who knew three year olds could sleep so much? She came out of the room rubbing her tired, light brown eyes, and finger combing her dark brown hair. She had the sweetest smile. She was around 3'11 and I didn't notice how big she was getting until she came close to me. Arianna woke up two hours before Andrew did. His breath smelled of beer and liquor. He was still a little tipsy and I knew that it was going to be one of those times that he just drank all day. It doesn't bother me, as long as he stays out of my way. I made scrambled eggs for myself, and cereal for Arianna. Andrew did his own thing. It didnt matter if he ate or not. I'd rather see him starve. One less problem in my life. Arianna didn't like him either, mostly becuase he used to push her around. Notice how I said __used to__. If he would ever put a hand on her now, he would be dead. As the day went on, I continued to think about what Carlos had said: "Tu es muerto." I took spanish before I dropped out, I was pretty good at it too. I knew that meant "You're dead." But was he serious? That shit was stuck in my head until my mom got home. I had to help unload the groceries from the car, since Andrew fell asleep again. It made no sense, because he wouldn't have helped anyways. It was dark and chilly so I threw on a sweatshirt and started rushing my mom. "I'll take these in, and you take the rest" Mom ordered. "Aright," I answered. My mom walked into the house as i grabbed as much as I could from the trunk. "Is there anything left in the trunk," she asked. "Yeah, but I'll get them," I assured. "No it's aright, I'll get them," she said. Just as she started to walk towards the door, Arianna rocked back out of her chair at the dinner table and fell. She began to cry out for help and attention. I told my mom that I got her I picked her up and slowly started rubbing her knee where it hurt. As soon as she stopped crying, and my mom walked out the door, I heard the music playing. It was that hard Latino music that I remember Carlos listening to. His car came around the corner fast, and my heart began to race. "Ayo bitchhh!" He called as he stuck his gun out of the car window and fired. My mother shrieked and fell to the ground. I dropped Arianna and ran outside. "I told you I'd come after you," Carlos laughed. I ran to my mother's side to find that she was already dead. He fired the gun three times and all three hit her. I ran back in the house and called the police. Within five minutes, they arrived with an ambulance. They picked up my mother's body and carried her away. That's when one of the police officers, Officer Johnson, came up to me. "My name is Officer Johnson, and you are?" He started. "Micheal Walker," I answered. "Micheal, I'm so sorry that we have to meet under these circumstances, but do you mind if i ask you a few questions?" "Go ahead," I said, still in shock of what had just happened. "The victim, is your mother, correct?" "Was." "What was her name?" "Michelle. Michelle Elizabeth Walker." "And how old was she?" "Thirty-six." "One last question Micheal. Do you have any idea of who may have done this?" I thought long and hard about this one. I knew it was Carlos. Why couldn't I just say it? Half of me wanted to scream Carlos, but the other half; the other half wanted to get revenge. Which side should I go with? "No officer. I can't think of anyone."**

"Arianna, it's going to be okay, I promise. It'll all be okay." I said softly as I picked her up to comfort her. I went downstairs to find Andrew fast asleep on my couch. Mom was the only reason that he was still living with us. She felt bad because he was out of a job and shit out of luck. They were never married, but he left after he got mom pregnant with Arianna. It was all down hill from there. He was sleeping comfortably on the couch, with one leg swung over the armrest. I pushed it off so that he sat up straight. He woke up when his foot hit the ground. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" He shouted. "I want you out of my house. Now!" I said strongly. "I want you to pack up your useless crap and get it out of here." "How are you going to support that little rat and this house? you dropped out of fucking school. You think someone wants to give yu a job? You might as well just give me everything your mom left and we'll decide what happens from there." "You think your so damn smart don't you? I'm not giving you shit because it doesnt belong to you. Mom left that money for me and Arianna, maybe just maybe if you were around she would've left some for you too. But know you think your too good for a family. You think your too good for all of us and you know what? You are nothing but dirt! I can't believe your my father! I wish you never came back! We were fine without you and then you came back and ruined it alll! Fuck you dad. Get out of my house!" It was break through time. Everything was spilling out little by little because of what happened and now it's time for me to take action. My dad is gone and now it's time to deal with problem number two. Carlos. Time for me to give Carlos what I've been waiting for. It was Friday morning when I met up with Anthony. I havent seen him since the drive-by and I've been itching to get his gun. "Aye listen, I got things I gotta do. Do you think I could use your gun? I know it sounds like a lot to ask i mean considering the fact that I already have Arianna crashin' at your house. But I gotta teach Carlos a lesson. I gotta make sure I end this war and I end it now," I stated. "Yeah man. But listen don't get into it with his crew man. They got mad shit up they sleeves. You don't wanna get into that because yu'll end up the loser in it all. I don't want you to get hurt man. Be smart with it. Here." I took the cold, black weapon from his hand, looked around and pushed it between my pants and my bear waist. I never would have guessed going into a war this great; by myself. I just wanted to end it. End it alive. I walked down by the chill spot where I had met up with Carlos and his crew before he killed my mother. I can't believe i actually have him to blame. We used to be best friends, me and Carlos. Don't ask me what happened because I honestly can't tell you. All I know is one summer he went away to camp and came back a //Latino King// with a buzz cut and weed. I didnt know what to think or what to do. I couldn't tell. But when Carlos started acting different towards me i just cut him off completely. I didn't talk to him after that and later on a hate grew between us. I don't know how, and I don't know why. All I know is that right now I have a gun in my hand loaded and ready. And Carlos has just pulled up. "Ayo Carlos!" I said as i lifted the gun and aimed. "Karma's a bitch." I fired. The next morning I woke up and not a single sound was made.