"Hey brother, it's nice to see you again." Anna greeted me as I entered our apartment's room.
"Yeah" I shrugged her off as I immediately went down for the sofa.
She gave me a surprise look before her face changed again into confusion.
"Just where did you gone off to?" she asked as he suddenly got closer to me.
"W-What?" I stammered.
She sniffed at me, before giving me a strange look.
"You reek of alcohol and... did you just smoke?" she asked.
"What?.... no!, I mean... Ye-..NO I did not!" I got up from the couch and quickly make my way towards my room.
"Hey, running off like that!" my sister yelled from behind me.
I then closed the door to my room and locked it once I got inside.
Shit, how stupid can you be? Albert, exposing yourself like that.
I don't want any problems coming to my sister after all that has happened.
F*ck!
I then walked towards a chair behind a desk at the left side of my room and sat on it.
Checking the clock, I can see it's already past afternoon, and only an hour before the sky can go dark.
Slumping at the chair, I began to think what I'm going to do from now on.
Hmm, should I continue?... or just go back to my ordinary life?
Nah... f*ck it, I've already killed a person, there's no going back now.
Kevin, we all know it, once I stepped inside the jungle, there's no escaping now.
Then, I remembered the people who wronged me in the past few years, the people who abused my sister.
Jamie, I'm gonna massacre you and your entire family, I tell you that.
Same as you, Peter, Robert, and all of your friends.
But now's not the time, Margaret's death by my hands was only the fruit of my rage, it was not planned, and it was not intended.
But I did not regret doing it.
I should consider rising to the top, and once I have enough power, I'll commence the purging.
At this, I smiled.
Remembering the paper Andrew gave me, I mean, he probably got a lot of those paper with written addresses on it with him all the time.
Opening the folded paper...
*Hill Avenue, 3rd street; 556572*
Got that, but right now, I need some f*cking rest.
Leaving the chair behind, I began to make my way towards the bed.
Taking my shoes off, I climbed up at bed and immediately laid down.
I then suddenly heard my stomach rumbling.
Ah shit, I'm too tired to get up.
Forcing myself to sleep, I began to think various things to burden my mentality and tire it.
After a few minutes, I can feel drowsiness washing over me, and in no time, everything then went dark.
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Opening my eyes, I checked the clock, It's already... midnight?
Wow, I really must be tired after all.
I got up from my bed, wore my shoes, and then went straight towards the door.
Opening it and walking outside, I can slightly hear the snoring of my sister in the other room, damn, to think her snore can be heard this far.
Walking over the kitchen, I can see she's prepared some food for me.
Tsk.. I cursed at her own selflessness.
But oh well, I began to dig in on the food in the table which comprised of two fried eggs and cooked salmon.
Drinking a glass of water once I'm finished, I began to head straight towards the door leading outside of our room.
Opening it, I can see that everything's been dark and quiet, It's midnight, duh.
I then walked outside and began to make my way towards the lobby.
As I walked down the hall, I began glancing at the rooms I passed by left and right.
Some, I can heard some chatter inside, some are also quiet.
Once I've arrived at the lobby, I can see the receptionist playing with his phone.
He didn't even noticed me as I walked pass him.
Night shifts really gets you bored.
Stepping outside the building, I can see there were now a few vehicles passing by the road, and also few bystanders, not including the drunken fellas who lied slumped on some dark alleyways.
Ah, it's cold!
Even my sweater can't even resist to it.
Now that I think of it, I don't have enough money on me right now.
Walking down the sidewalk, I passed by an alleyway, glancing inside, I spot a few drunken beggars lying on the ground.
At this, an idea suddenly clicked on my head.
You irresponsible bottom trash of society should've used those money you begged all day to buy food, not some freaking alcohol.
I mean look at you, get some job o-or....
I sighed at this, I'm a goddamn hypocrite.
Walking towards them, I began to search their clothings for any valuables.
Here, nope, here?... aha!
I smiled at the twenty dollar bill and a few dozen scents I held in front of me.
Time for the next one.
After a few minutes of looting, I finally had two hundred and a dozen dollars with me now.
HAHAHAH, what a freaking jackpot I got here!
Walking away from the alleyway, I glanced around at my surroundings, to check if anybody had seen me doing 'that'.
Seeing there were no visible person nearby, I began to walk down the sidewalk, occasionally looking everywhere to check if there's someone following me.
F*ck, I'm getting nervous.
Calling for a cab, I then wait for it to come towards ne.
Once it has arrived, I then immediately got inside.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Hill Avenue, 3rd street; 556572"
The driver nods at this and began to drive the car towards our destination.
Looking out at the windows, I began to reminisce about the past.
how it all started, these guys, they're like a plague.
Causing destruction wherever they go.
They destroyed people's lives for the sake of entertainment.
They beat people just because they feel their pride is threatened?
F*ck them
At first, it was just teasing, then they started 'borrowing' things from me, then beating me up, extorting money from me, and... raping my... Agh, forget it.
Glancing outside through the cab's window, I can see a group of people lynching a person in some alleyway nearby.
Poor fella
Glancing at my pants, I can see a small bump in my pocket where my sister's phone is.
She probably can't call me, and it's better that way, keeping her in the dark about the things I'm about to do now.
Sighing, I looked through the window and saw we are now in the Borderland street, and a few blocks away would be Hill Avenue.
I can see a few buildings with bullet holes with them.
Not only that, I can see a group of African-americans hanging out in a small parking lot outside of a nearby liquor store.
Best not to mess with these kind of people.
After a few turns of left and right, we finally stopped in front of a shabby looking house, there were also another group of African-americans sitting and drinking in front of the house's door.
Paying the driver two dollars, I hopped off from the cab before speeding it sped away.
At this, the group of African-americans stopped what they were doing and stared at me.
"Yo, white boy, I think you're lost." one of them said as he stood up from his chair.
Walking towards them, I can feel my entire body trembling.
Shit, shit, shit, what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Albert!
Stay calm, don't lose you composure, stay cool, alright.
Mustering the courage, I spoke.
"I'm l-looking for T-Rock." I stammered, trying to put the meanest face I could muster.
They looked at each other, then looked at me, before smiling.
"You've come to the right place." one of them stood up and walked towards me, clapping me in the shoulder before leading me inside.
"Y-Yeah" I shakily replied.
"No need to be scared, we ain't gonna eat you up." Everyone laughed at his words.
I forced a smile as they led me inside.
Once I'm inside, I can see another African-american sitting behind a table, smoking.
"Customer?" he asked.
"Yeah" the man who led me inside replied, "I'll leave you two to it." the man added as he left me and went outside.
"Sit" the man said as he gestured me towards the sofa he was sitting at.
Slowly walking towards the sofa, I observed the scattered items on the table, there were pots, small pieces of cracks, torn old books, and... a gun?
Oh shit!
I slightly panicked at this.
Alright, keep calm Albert, don't lose your cool.
"Albert." I extended my hand towards him.
"T-Rock." he shook it.
So this is T-Rock, huh.
Sitting besides him at the sofa, he looked at me.
"I only had thirty-eight packs left, and I'm willing to sell each one for five dollar."
F*cking hell, this guy is absolutely desperate to get rid of those shit.
"Alright, I'll take all of them." I said as I handed him one hundred and ninety dollars.
"Pleasure doing business with you." T-Rock said as he extended his hand for a handshake to which I took it.
Guy really looks happy right now, he probably think he's living in paradise now.
"Oh, I've noticed you didn't have anything on you to help carry you your goods, so uh.. there's an old suitcase there in the counter, take it, consider it as a gift from your supplier." he began to laugh at his own words.
"Thanks" I played along and laughed also as I made my way towards a nearby counter where the suitcase it.
As I got it, T-rock had already began to call his boys to help him sort out the thirty-eight packs of cracks I just bought.
There's no going back on this, Albert.
I brought the suitcase before them and opened it, they then began to place the packs in an orderly fashion inside the suitcase while I slowly counted each pack placed inside to avoid a single one getting left behind.
After a few minutes, they were finally done.
"Alright, you're good to go." T-Rock said.
"Thanks, man"
After bidding them farewell, I began to start my little journey back to the apartment building.
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CHAPTER DONE!