THE WAR IN PEACE

#fiction #urbanfiction
The day my mother took her last breath they said I wouldn’t remember. But what did they know! They said the trauma and the memories would fade, but I remembered everything.
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Bull burst through the door like an avenging angel, gun in hand pointing it at Daddy.
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Daddy wasn’t my real daddy he was just another passing entity that I hadn’t bother to learn its name. See, Mother was a rolling stone collecting dirt as she rolled on.
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Daddy was crying, tears rolling down his face as he blubbered and pleaded. I had never seen a gun before so I wasn’t sure what Bull had slapped Daddy to the floor with. But my mother, his saving grace flung herself on top of Daddy wailing at the top of her lungs.
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“Where’s my money?” Bull snarled.
Daddy whimpered a tooth falling from his lips.
“You think this is a game.” Bull questioned, his eyes slanted and his lips curled into a small smile. “My money or your life”
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Words I would never forget.
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“Wait.” Mother wailed her crack weathered fingers covered in blood. “You got them boys on the corner working the lane. Take Peace he can work for free.”
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Words I would never forget.
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Mother found me huddled at the top of the stairs peeking through the banister were I held my breath. Dragging me down the stairs she shoved me towards Bull with an accomplished applause. He looked at me for what seemed like a long time before returning his gaze to the addicts on the floor. Raising his weapon Bull pulled the trigger and Daddy danced on the floor.
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Mother screamed her blood splattered face an image of terror.
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“Sorry little man but the streets always get paid.”
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“Look what you done!” My mother squealed.
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I knew then my Mother never loved me and never would.
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“Fuck him, get you son.” Bull yelled with disgust.
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Even though I was only twelve years old, I understood. It would be me or her. I was Mothers Sacrifice. Pulling the gun from Bulls grip I took aim and fired.
As her body slumped my spine straigthened.
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That night I got a new Daddy; The streets.
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I will never forget……..

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