• If we hang out with the wrong crowd, then our outcomes will be unpredictable.

    Seventeen year old Jason, athletic, black hair, brown eyes, tan skin tone, and a burning personality, grew up in a rough neighborhood with his two twin brothers and single mother. His father died when he was fourteen, and they had to move because his mom couldn’t afford the rent for the apartment, so they moved to a “gang” neighborhood about three weeks later.
    At night he would hear random gun shots, and that traumatized him a bit because a bullet killed his father, but it’s actually a man that killed him. But he could never go to sleep with his mother because she was at “work”. He knew what she worked as… a drug dealer and prime time prostitute. He knew those were her jobs because every other night she would bring a different man home, and they would pay her a lot of money.
    He was the oldest, so she would always took care of his younger brothers. After his father’s death, his father’s side of the family never spoke with him or brothers or mother, they didn’t even want to help her support them. He felt the world tumble down on his shoulders. He had often thoughts of suicide because he couldn’t take it.
    He would miss three out of five days of school, so education was the last thing on his mind to help out his mother. Without his mother knowing, Jason got a job as drug dealer also, after his mother. Every night, he can never sleep because he keeps remembering the time he was told his father died from a bullet shot at his head, and had dreams about a “flashback”.
    May 19, 2004, Jason’s dad, Steve, was driving home after having problems at work; he couldn’t take the pressure the world was giving him so he went off to the liquor store. He bought a couple of bottles, and started driving on the freeway. As he saw one of his friends, he decided to give him a ride, and they were discussing about how Steve didn’t want to be part of the gang anymore. His friend understood, but that’s what he thought.
    He let his friend off in a dark alley, and said,”Thanks for understanding.” And started to drive off. He looked at his rear view mirror, and saw that “His Friend”, take out a gun, and before he knew it, he felt the bullet at the back of his head and then it was too late. The body was found three days later at a nearby abandoned warehouse. The people who were about to buy the warehouse to built and recreate a store, soon called the police.
    The police soon identified the body and called the family. Jason’s mom, Christi, came in as soon as she hung up the phone when they called her. She knew that was her husband’s body. She cried as if her eyes were producing a waterfall, non stop. But what she was really worried about was… breaking it to her kids that their father had been shot in the head.
    After they knew about his death, it was like hell was let loose. Jason had a tantrum and started crying in anger, and started punching the sofa, and started going crazy that he couldn’t believe his father had died. Christi told him to calm down, but he couldn’t. She approached him with open arms. But as she made her way to him he said, “Get the hell away from me!”
    She started yelling, “I’m not going to take your Bull! Your father has just died, and now where are we going to get the money to pay this freaking apartment! We’re moving in less than three weeks, so get your s**t together, and start packing!”
    He looked at her with rage and said, “Don’t tell me what the hell to do! I would leave you and run away, but I’m staying because I care about my brothers!”
    She told him to shut up, and ran off out the door with anger and tears rolling down her face. He started punching the wall with the urge to punch somebody in the face. He was so angry he went into his room and got out a pocket knife and rushed into the bathroom. With so much urge, he wanted to cut his left wrist, but he couldn’t because he had a vision of what the outcomes will be if he kills himself. He pressured the knife unto the wrist and…. cried in pain, he dropped the knife unto the floor. He couldn’t bear kill himself.
    If he did, he would have to kill his brothers, and then himself. Murder-suicide wasn’t the answer for him. He got on his knees and started crying even more in pain.
    Then he woke up.
    He began to cry, but this time it was the real tears. He wanted to go outside to get some air, but there were a few men outside. He hid behind the couch, and heard his mom’s door creek open. He knew what that meant. The hoe, his mother, was going to work. He got up, and confronted his mother.
    He asked, “Where do you think your going?”
    She said, “None of your god damns business. Get in your room and go to bed.”
    He replied with an angered tone, “Tell me where the hell you’re going!” She looked at him with an annoyed face expression.
    He turned away, while whispering, “You whore.”
    With a shocked face, she grabbed him by the shoulder and slapped him across the face.
    When the men heard that, they immediately rushed inside. Jason was on the floor, and got up, and punched her across her face.
    He saw blood on his fist. And had a shocked face, because he couldn’t believe what he had just done. One of the men, tall, muscular, had tattoos on his arm, grabbed Jason and started beating and kicking him. His mom just stared and chuckled. Without any idea, she didn’t realize that her younger twin babies were watching the whole thing.
    When the man was done beating the crap out of Jason, his mother spit in his face, and told him, “Stay out of my life… Do you understand me?” and walked away.
    He then got up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Then he saw his baby twin brothers. He turned around and hugged them. He whispered to them,”I’ll never, ever, let anything, or anyone hurt you. I promise.” And kissed them both. That very night, he went to sleep in his room, and opened his eyes and couldn’t believe who was standing in front of him.
    It was……
    To Be Continued…