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Summary: I've killed many people in my past, I've gotten many secret notes and phone calls for my next hits, I've even killed some of my good friends. I didn't choose this life, it chose me, but when someone messes with my girl, it's the end of them. I'm Troy Bolton, a young mobster.
A Young Mobster
Chapter One
December 24, 1996
"Dad, I wanna play my video games," I whined.
"No, son, it's Christmas eve, now your family's here why don't you go get a bored game for us all to play," my dad said.
"But Dad, Johnny always cheats at every board game," I complained.
"Troy, I'll make sure your brother won't cheat, just get a game," he said with a reasurring smile.
"Whatever," I said as I walked downstairs to the game room. I opened the closet to figure out what game to play. "Bummer, it's all the way at the top." I went to get a chair when I heard footsteps and whispers. I quickly hid in the closet and quietly shut the door.
"I told you Charlie, we need to figure out where to dump the body," a man said.
"Well, I don't know Don, how about the river?" Charlie asked.
"Uncle Charlie, Uncle Don," I whispered to myself.
"Did you hear something?" Don asked.
"No, I think you're hearing gun shots ringing," Charlie said, with a smile. I could see Uncle Don's face, he was getting mad.
"No, it's not the time for gun jokes, in fact, no jokes in general," Don yelled. "Now, Daniel Brodemante will be here any minute and he's going to ask us what happened with the shooting, we tell him we killed the guy and them dumped him in the river, ok?
"Yeah I got it," Charlie said as he agreed with every word Don said.
"Daniel Brodemante, he's Bryce's dad," I whispered to myself.
"Did you hear that?" Don asked.
"You're must be hearing things," Charlie answered.
"Whatever, just remember what to say, alright?" Don asked in a forceful tone.
"Yeah, I got it," Charlie said as they both walked down stairs.
I opened the closet door and walked out. 'What were they talking about?' I asked myself. 'Did they kill someone?' I asked to myself again.
"TROY," someone yelled, "time to open presents, everyone's here now."
"Coming," I replied walking upstairs still in thought.
"Bryce is here," my older thirteen year old brother John said.
"I can see that," I said.
"Don't talk to him, he's not your friend, he's mine," he said coldly.
"I can talk to him if I want," I said trying to stand my ground.
"Well don't," he said pushing me to the ground.
"I hate you, I wish you were dead," I said to him.
"Yeah, well I wish the same about you, no one wants you here Troy," he said. He walked away, most likely where the presents were. I just sat there, thinking about what just happened.
"You okay?" Someone asked me. I turned to see my brother's best friend, Bryce Brodemante, standing in front of me. "Here," he extended his hand out and I accepted it, regaining my balance. "Present time," he said in an excited tone. I walked with him toward the Christmas tree.
"Ready, you start out Troy," my dad said.
He handed me a present, a box with red wrapping, I read the car aloud:
"Troy,
you've been a delightful little boy this year,
Love, Grandma.
I opened it slowly, hating the choice of present my dad chose, and found a blue sweater. I faked a smile and said to my grandmother, "Wow, I love it Gram, thank you so much, I think I'll wear it tomorrow."
"Oh, you're so sweet," she replied.
"John you're next," dad said handing him a small gift.
He opened it quickly, "cool," he said, "I got a basketball game for my Nintendo 64, Thanks Mom and Dad."
I hated him at that point, he doesn't even play video games. Thoughts kept running through my head, I was lost in a trance. I was interrupted with the lights going out and three loud bangs. I heard my brother scream and I felt two strong arms wrap around me.
"Are you alright Troy?" my dad asked me, his tone was shakey.
"I'm fine," I replied shooken up, I was scared as well.
"I'll get the fuse," Uncle Don said, he walked outside and five minutes later the lights were on.
"OH MY GOD," my mother screamed. I looked at her and followed her gaze. There lying before us was my brother John, shot, blood running down his chest. "MY BABY," she screamed again running to his limp form and hugging him tightly. My father let go of me and ran to the kitchen, most likely calling 911. "Johnny wake up baby," she cried, "wake up."
I went to go comfort my mother, doing all an eight year old could do. "Mommy," I said in a sad tone, "what happened to John?"
"Troy, leave me alone," she cried. I looked over to my other family members and the Brodemantes. My Grandfather was holding my Grandmother, Aunt Lena hugging Uncle Charlie tightly, her faced buried in his chest, Mr. Brodemante was even holding onto Bryce, and My Uncle Don had no one.
I walked over to my Uncle Don and wrapped my arms around him. He lifted me up and held me tight. "Is Johnny going to be alright?" I asked him apathetically.
"I'm not sure," he answered truthfully, "we hope he's alright though." I looked out the broken window and saw red lights flashing. My father quickly entered the room kneeling down to my mother, tears in his eyes.
"Honey, the ambulence should be here soon," he said calmly. My mother said nothing, instead I saw her hug Johnny's body tighter.
"Daddy, they're here," I said as I pointed out the ambulence in the driveway. My dad ran to get the door and three men walked in with kits in there hands. My mother moved away and the men started to give him mouth to mouth and injected him with something. They checked his pulse and after ten minutes they stopped.
"Damnit, get a bag will you," one of the men said covering his face with his hand. He walked up to my parents sad but calm. "I'm sorry, he was shot close to the heart, it might have punctured it maybe, we'll have to do an autopsy, but your son is dead."
My mother gave out a loud sob and grabbed onto my father, she looked like she was about to fall to the ground, but he held her up. I looked over at everyone, they were either crying or about to cry. I looked over at my Uncle's Don and Charlie, they glanced at each other, looking angry. I did not understand, why wasn't I upset, why wasn't I crying?
"Troy, come on, give your mother a hug," Dad said. I walked over to my mother slowly and then saw the two medics rush past me with a stretcher. They lifted John up and put him on it, covering him with a white sheet. I slowly walked back and sat down on the floor.
"I don't know what to do," I whispered so no one could here me. This was my fault, I said I hated him, I wished he was dead, now he is. I don't have a brother anymore, no one to tell me the monsters in the movies won't get me, or help me with my math homework, not anymore.
"Troy, you okay kid?" Mr. Brodemante asked kneeling down next to me.
I didn't know what to say, I have mixed feelings, I just lied and shook my head, "no sir."
"Come on, don't be so formal, it's Danny," he said trying to be funny.
"Alright Danny," I replied.
"Now listen, I know this is a very tragic moment, but I swear we, I mean the police will find those sick s.o.b's," he explained.
"Uhm s.o.b's?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Did I say that, I meant men, sick men, yeah, that's what I meant," he said standing back up and walking to my uncles. I wasn't sure how to process what happened so I walked over to a couch and sat down.
"I'm sorry Troy," someone said.
"I don't know how this could happen Bryce," I said.
"Yeah, same here," he said looking at the scene of the crime as the police investigated.
"I mean he was here one minute and gone the next, this makes no sense," I explained.
"You know, you're really deep for an eight year old, you know." Bryce said.
"We're still friends right?" I asked.
"What? Of course we are, when have we not been friends?" he asked back.
"Well, John said that you aren't my friend," I said.
"Man, you're the one of the coolest kids I know," he said with a half smile and walked away.
I walked over to my parents as they were talking to a police officer. "Do you have anyone you can stay with for a few days?" he asked.
"Well, I guess we can stay with Don, he has a lot of extra rooms in his house," my dad said, "Troy, why don't you go ask him."
I nodded and walked over to my uncle. I pulled on his arm and he looked down at me, "can we stay with you for a few days?"
"Of course you guys can, we're family," he said.
I walked over to my parents again as they talked to the police man. "Now, we are going to take all of you in for questioning, but it's a little after midnight and I see you have kids here so I'll let you get some sleep. Just understand that none of you can leave the state as you are under investigation and this house is off limits until we close this investigation. I will also accompany you to your rooms where you can take what's needed now, so lets go and I'll let you all leave."
The officer walked with me to my room and I grabbed my clothes and put it in a suitcase as he inspected everything. "Ready?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said as I ran to my bed and threw the pillows until I found my lucky stuffed bear. He wore a little jersey and held a tiny basketball. "Now I'm ready." He nodded at me and we walked downstairs and then he walked back upstairs with my parents.
"Uncle Don, when can we come back?" I asked my Uncle.
"I don't know," he said in a low tone.
"I advice all of you to leave the area, I know it might be a rough night, but please get some sleep," the police officer said after gathering everyone's addresses. I
watched everyone leave and waited for my parents.
My mom was crying uncontrollably and could barely walk. "Troy, baby, I love you so much," she told me between sobs. My dad didn't say anything at all, he looked around the house and started walking out the door without my mom and me. I took my mom's hand and we walked to Uncle Don's car. She held me close and
continued to cry. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, kind of like my dad, I know he wants to let it all out, but I won't cry unless he cries first. We sat inside the car and I
watched the police cars drive away and listened to the sirens.
Brrrrriiiing, Brrrrriiiinnng, Bbbbbrrrriiiinnnggg.
