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It was day like any other. Woke up, got dressed, trudged my way to school blah blah blah.
Everyday was like this, not that i truly minded. i mean, i got friends, ok grades sorta, and a reasonable social and home life, well as normal as a hormonal teenagers life can get really.
I didn't deal with poverty, drug problems, deaths none of that.
but i wasn't naive to the world outside. i knew what Gotham really was, it was shit hole filled with assholes who do horrid things to get what they want. The mob ruled the city. it was common knowledge, no one questioned it and no one spoke of it.
I attended the local high school, Gotham High School. it was situated just over the bridge and over looked the city. it wasn't that bad of a school which was surprising compared to the rest of Gotham.
it was a clean building with some trees and stuff, so it actually was a regular High school.
I had gone there since i was 16, my mother insisted that i stay at the other prep school they desperately worked for me to attend but i hated it there, i didn't really fit in and had a lot of attitude problems. i wasn't kicked out or anything i was never that bad, i just rarely did the homework and a was always late and sleeping in class, that sorta stuff. and i was never in tune with what all the girls and guys deemed to be 'cool' so that being the case i wasn't the most social of the bunch. i had mates of course just the ones who parted there hair in the middle and talked about anime.
you know, those sorts of people. i liked them, no doubt, they were cool and alright to hang out with.
but i couldn't stand it there. so i asked to leave. and thankfully after months of arguing i was thrown out of Gotham Prep and Thrusted into Gotham High.
luckily for me, my cousin Zoe was at Gotham HIgh so i ended up hanging with her and her friends which were a cool bunch.
So basically I'm 17, in my final year, going on 18 in a couple of months, normal teen. doing normal things.
that was when things started to change.
as if over night my mother and father started to fight more often, not bickering, fighting. Mom would throw things dad would slam doors, mom would cry and dad would yell.
i ignored it as much as possible, since it generally wasn't any of my business but one day, i was coming home from my friends house later then i was supposed to so i snuck through the back door, i over heard my mother and father having an argument.
"John, this has gone far enough, do you have any idea how dangerous this is! we have tried and tried to stay away from this sort of thing! and what do you do!? you go straight into the worst possible place you can be"
"Mon, i know it seems bad but i can provide more for our family, and we have protection don't worry about that!"
"that isn't what I'm worried about John. These men you work for, what they do, its wrong, its bad and its setting a bad example for our daughter"
"she doesn't have to know Mon, she still can think I'm a bank manager"
"she will find out eventually, she's not a child anymore, and what will she say huh! 'oh thats ok dad, i don't care that you work for men who kill people' "
"its not as if I do any killing!"
"you might as well be, you finance those guns! you help them run this city!"
"If you can't beat em Mon, You have to join em"
"pathetic, i thought i married a better man, a man who stood for justice and his family, and you pick danger and death instead"
"i didn't pick that over you! i DID this for you!"
"oh well thank you for putting our lives in danger John, congratulations"
I heard my mother close a door and head upstairs.
I was frozen, what did she mean, what does dad do?, i remembered what my mother had just said, 'you help them run this city'
Did she mean who i thought she meant, theres no way my father worked for the mob, thats so unlike him, so against his morals. No i must get to the bottom of this.
I stood up and walked through the back door i was greeted with a small smile from my Dad.
I sat my bad down and looked at him from across the kitchen counter.
"ok dad, times up, this has gone on long enough" i crossed my arms and frowned at him.
He stared at me with wide eyes, then he softened
"darling, what is the matter?"
"what have you and mom been fighting about for weeks over? Tell me now"
"It just a fews arguments over some stuff dear nothing to worry about"
"We have 2 broken plates, 4 broken classes and a smashed lamp. tell me what is going on"
he sighed and sat down on the bar stool in front of him. Still facing me.
"Your mother and i have been fighting over a change of my work and that is all"
"and what is that then? you change jobs and suddenly mom goes berserk?"
he sighed again and averted his eyes.
i knew he wasn't going to tell me, and he was the calmer then mom, so i might as well confront him now.
"I heard what you two were talking about before dad, no more lies, do you do what i think you do?"
"i'm so sorry Blake i really am, I'm doing this for a better chance for us, for you"
"well its not as if we have been living in the slums dad, did they threaten you or something?"
"no"
"then tell me, why are you working for the mob?"
it went quiet.
he shifted in his seat and finally spoke
"i was always working for the mob, its just changed now, i work more, closely, to the mob"
i was dumbfounded
"excuse me?, so you have always been helping those assholes!"
"they really aren't as bad as you think sweetie, they can help us, we can be the best of the best"
"what! be some rich family living in jewels and fast cars with the help of the mob!"
"what is so bad about that!" he yelled
"its not the jewels and the fast cars and money dad, its what you did to get all that is what makes you a bad person, its not honest dad, its not right"
"I'm not stealing if thats what you mean"
"then what are you doing then?"
"I'm managing Maroni's private bank, and he pays me, i earn that money"
"Maroni…you work with him of all People!"
"he's the best of the best sweetie"
"what he does is illegal dad"
"thats not my issue"
"I'm done here, I'm going to bed"
"why don't you come with me?"
i stopped and turned around
"what?"
"come and see for yourself, what i do, how i do it, and see how low of a risk your life is in"
"i will hold you to that dad, i will come with you and see for myself."
