I woke up to the crisp air, the birds chirping, and the sun shining. “It’s a beautiful life” I thought to myself. Everything was perfect, shining, golden, glorious, and just perfect. That’s when I really woke up. To the gut-wrenching sound of the wardens’ boots against the cold concrete floor of the Dunridge Detention Center.
“Nice day isn’t it Mr. Juarez?” he asked me in that sinfully sarcastic voice. “Well I wouldn’t know now would I warden?” My reply just made him chuckle. I’ve been locked up here for 7 years now. I haven’t seen the light of day since they took me in back in 2015. It was march 13th, my brothers birthday.
Everything was going just as planned, we were expecting a few more guests to the house before he arrived and there was a knock on the door. (I know what you’re thinking; it must be the police coming to take me away?) I answer it and in stumbles my good friend Nathan, obviously worried, obviously out of breath. He starts speaking frantically between breaths and I hear this, “Juarez… its, it’s your brother… he got taken, by the Bottle Street Gang…” The Bottle Street Gang was I rival of ours, the Allen Road Gang.
Running for his life and mine I found the old abandoned warehouse they used as they’re “home base” a treaty between us stated we could not place attacks on each other’s “home base.” I always followed that rule until then, that time they’d gone too far and made it personal. They had my little brother.
“Nice day isn’t it Mr. Juarez?” he asked me in that sinfully sarcastic voice. “Well I wouldn’t know now would I warden?” My reply just made him chuckle. I’ve been locked up here for 7 years now. I haven’t seen the light of day since they took me in back in 2015. It was march 13th, my brothers birthday.
Everything was going just as planned, we were expecting a few more guests to the house before he arrived and there was a knock on the door. (I know what you’re thinking; it must be the police coming to take me away?) I answer it and in stumbles my good friend Nathan, obviously worried, obviously out of breath. He starts speaking frantically between breaths and I hear this, “Juarez… its, it’s your brother… he got taken, by the Bottle Street Gang…” The Bottle Street Gang was I rival of ours, the Allen Road Gang.
Running for his life and mine I found the old abandoned warehouse they used as they’re “home base” a treaty between us stated we could not place attacks on each other’s “home base.” I always followed that rule until then, that time they’d gone too far and made it personal. They had my little brother.
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