Generation 2: Chapter 3

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The man ended up putting a blindfold over my eyes so that I couldn’t see where I was being taken. He kept barking commands into my ear.

“Forward! Don’t drag you’re feet! Turn!” Damn, Tick. What the hell did you get yourself into. 

“Stop!” The man yelled after about twenty minutes of walking. I’m almost positive that we could’ve taken a car to whatever location we were going, but I guess that would’ve just been too easy.

I heard a door being opened, and the man pulled me inside a building. We walked for a few more minutes before the man physically stopped me.

“Take off his blindfold,” A deep voice that sounded like it belonged to a longtime smoker, said. The man removed my blindfold and I began to blink to get my eyes used to the light.

In front of me, I saw various large men holding guns. Not a good sign. The one in the middle seemed to be the boss. He was an older man and appeared to be in his mid-fifties.

“So, I take it you have seen something you shouldn’t have, eh lad?” The boss man took a puff of his cigarette.

My mouth was dry. I couldn’t speak, so I opted for a hurried nod. The boss man laughed, and his thugs joined in.

“Rochester, it seems you’ve scared the boy witless,” He proclaimed as a he laughed once more. “What’s your name, lad?”

I took a deep breath. “Uriah, sir. Uriah de Marco.”

“And, Mr. de Marco,” He said in a mocking tone,” What do you think I should do with you?”

“Anything that involves me living would be preferable,” I replied in tone that most would consider to be full of sass. The boss man looked at me for moment before he gave out a large bark of laughter.

“I like you, kid. You’ve got moxie.” The right side of my mouth contorted into a smirk, even though I no idea what moxie was.

“Thank you.”

“That’s not a good thing, kid. Since you seem somewhat adamant to live, what do your propose I do with you?”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh I’m almost positive you won’t. You’re young. Probably just became an adult. Am I right?”

I nod.

“And by you going to check on Mr. Tick, I taken it you’ve shared business before. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ve kept it a secret because he was your dealer. I have faith that you’ll be able to keep this a secret too. The only thing I see wrong with this, is that you’ll get to walk away spot free without having to do any work.”

“Any, work?” I ask in confusion.

“Work, lad. You will do whatever I ask you to do, or you won’t make it out of here alive. Is that clear?” The boss man stared down at me long and hard. I swallowed the spit that had collected in mouth before answering.

“Crystal.”

“Good, lad! Now, just give me your cellphone number and you’ll be on your way.” I gave him my number. The big man led me away, but before we could get out the door, the boss man called out to me.

“I trust I can trust you, boy, or the consequences will be dire.”

“Trust me,” I called back.

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It was late when managed to get back to the house. On the front porch stood Rosi. Her face was in her hands and I could hear her sob.

I picked up my pace and ran towards her. “Rosi, what’s wrong?”

She looked up at me before she buried her face back in her hands. I sighed and stood beside her.

“What is it Rosi?”

She looked over at me, her large topaz eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m your half-sister.”

That I was not expecting.

“What?”

“I-I asked Daddy where I got my red hair from. He told me I got it from my mother. My biological mother.”

“Oh, Rosi,” I said as I pulled her close to me and held her tight. She continued to cry and stain my shirt with tears.

“It gets worse, Uriah,” She said into my shirt. “She didn’t even want me. She left me on Daddy’s doorstep.”

I pulled my older sister closer, as she had done to me hundreds of times when I was younger. She seemed smaller than I can ever remember her being.

“She missed out on something great, then.”

“You always know the right things to say, Uriah.”

No, I thought, Not always.