Roc POV
I watched as their body lay lifelessly on the cold hard floor. A pool of blood surrounding their body.
Jordan.
I watched in horror the life leave her. The spark, the love, the hope, joy.
My left hand gone. Dead and to never come back.
I looked towards the man she called "dad". He had the look of disbelief or pain. But deep in his eyes, they were filled with joy.
"YOU SICK BASTARD HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!" I yelled
SMACK!
He hit me with his gun. My nose throbbed as I felt a liquid from nose oozed. Blood.
"Stay in your lane faggot! She wasn't really my daughter anyway. Your fait will come soon" he said and turned to the masked man.
"Whats next?" he asked
"You have one more" the masked man said
"Who?" he asked
The masked man pointed and soon a light came on.
there before my eyes sat Naomi. Tied to a chair, filty clothes, beaten. She lifted her head.
"NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, MY SISTER!!!! NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT! YOU LIED!!! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!!!!" she yelled and cried, using all her energy trying to break free.
"B-but sir that's ---" (gco)
"I SAID DO IT!!" the masked man yelled
"But-(gco)"
"BOSS COME HANDLE THIS!" the masked man yelled
In came the devil himself with a 9mm gun.
BANG!
He shoot jordans "dad" straight in the head, no hesitation.
"You talk those babies die! All 3 of them!" the masked man yelled
And walked out.
They left us in a room with 2 dead bodies, a beaten girl a 6 kids with no hope of survival
So how was it?
surprised yall didn't I?
How you feel? did you understand the last sentence?
let me know
Sequel?
and sorry for taking so long to update I had school and a lot of homework and my teacher lost my work -__-
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