Fuck, I really did screw things up. Not only were the lackluster cops gonna be on my tail, but also two crime families. Not only my crime family, which members from had died due to my foolish actions, but also the one from up north. I was royally screwed. I needed help but who could help me? I had no one besides Kyle, Wade, and Alice. They were all lost to me now. I was now a man with nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. I felt helpless, like a rabbit caught in a bear trap. I didn't know what I should do. Hiding out would only preserve me for so long, I knew that I would eventually be found. I needed a plan, a plan to take me to great heights.
I angrily burst out of the death stricken club. I didn't want to stick around. With all actions there are consequences, and I knew mine would be severe. I ran down the street, running into the blackness of the night, alone and surrounded by darkness. I ran and I ran, looking for answers, looking for a way out. My biggest regret about the whole situation was the lost of Wade, my good old pal, Wade. He was now a memory, a memory soon to be distant in my mangled little mind. Rage and sadness were all that my body knew for the moment, and they were a weakness. I had to concentrate, and think of a way to get out of my deadly predicament. How? I wish I knew the answer.
I decided just to go home, I had nowhere else to go. If they were to come for me, so be it. There was nothing else I could do. The night passed slowly like a baby crawling across the living room floor towards its mother. My mind raced with many thoughts, thinking of how I could have handled things differently. My need for alcohol was a curse, which infuriated me into drunken rages. As I came to my crappy old place, I noticed that the lights were on. I saw a shadowy figure moving about. I didn't know who it was, or if they were friend or foe. I assumed the latter, but still, I wasn't sure at all. Should I check it out or leave? You are my conscience after all, so the decision is yours. |