I waited a week to formulate a plan to leave my family forever. It was a simple plan and yet very complex. The plan was easy make it look like a mugger killed me and took my purse for the money. I first needed a drug that will have the illusion of death in a person. For this I went to my dearest black sheep uncle. The one that doesn't associate himself with the family for reason I didn't know. I asked if where I could get that drug. He smirked at me and asked. " What would my precious niece need that for?"
"Uncle I don't have time for explanations or reasoning all I need you to know is that its for my own good that I need the drug."
My uncle looked at me and though it over. He eventually agreed to find me the drug. I was about to pay him when he said. " I'll only except an explanation for payment."
I signed and decided to tell him why I needed that drug for. Uncle mulled it over and said "You'll need someone that can get you out of the morgue once your proclaimed dead. Also you'll need a dummy to stay in your grave." I looked at him confused as to why do I need to go that far.
"If your wanting to get away from your father business then you'll need to go to the extremes and make sure he can't track you down. Believe me when I say they will hunt you down if they know your running away after have given you an orientation of the family business." Uncle said.
I nodded in agreement and thought for minute is uncle considered a black sheep of the family because he's not in the mob business like dad? A lot of questions where going in my head I wanted to ask but thought it would be better to just let it go since I'm wanting to leave this life style behind me.
The next two weeks we executed he plan it went smoothly but the part that didn't go smooth was coming back to life. I had complications and had to be hospitalized. During this time my uncle asked someone to change my appearance as well and when I woke up I had a completely different face and identity to go with. My uncle took care of a lot of things for me. I was given a small loft with furniture and the kitchen was small but spacious in its own way. I had a job interview for assistant position for a tech company. I decided to give that a try and see if I'm cut out to being an assistant. Turns out I was not. I hated the sexist bastard of a boss I was suppose to have. Every time he would comment on why didn't I want to wear a skirt or a dress. He even went so far to saying and calling me a homosexual. I wanted to shove my fist in his mouth so badly.
I was unable to find a full time job for three month. I managed to get few odd jobs here and there that helped me support myself. But I needed something more solid and guaranteed. It was a gloomy cloudy day I was on my way from the market when suddenly the ambulance police and swat teams came up and surrounded the market. I wasn't sure what was going on but out of no where someone started shooting up in the ceiling. My heart started pounding in my chest what was going on here. I hide as best as I could. Luckily no one when back to the dairy area where I happens to find the best location to hide. I decided to hide my basket of groceries so they would think that someone was still back here. I left them there and moved around a little to get a better view of the situation. Then over the mega phone we hear one of the officers or detectives saying their names and telling the assailants to release the hostages. The