CHAPTER EIGHT: Duncan's LIFE!
The past should be left in the past…but some pasts can't be escape they come back and hunt you. - Shelly Eerson
Author's Pov
November 3rd 1983 4:30 am
"Aye chiacchierone shut the hell up while Mikky is talkin" a voice boomed from inside of a half full bar. There were five table filled with beer and two men in the background where fighting. The man was tall with a lean build and his jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through you. The man talking was sorta short but had a good build his eyes where brown and he had scars on his face some still scabbing. "Well I just wanted to say, congratulation Desh on the marriage. I hope you make my sister very happy." He hold up a beer toasting. "And a successful hit but we need you to lam for a while, go back to your day job." His voice gets low not wanting everyone to know what he was talking about. "Thanks Mikky." He says getting up from the group and finishing the rest of his beer. "I should get going your sister might be worried." He gives Mikky a pat on the back and walks towards the exit. The fresh winter air hit his face, he buttoned up his pea coat and walked out. His feet crunched against the snow and left marks melting against his black sneakers. His police car was covered in snow he walked out in to the street the cars that drove passed had left there marks. He unlocked the door and got in he had forgot he left his phone in the car. The leather seats where freezing and the windows had snow on them. He started his car and gave it a minute to warm up and drove.
"Honey is that you?" A woman's voice rang through the home as her front door open. "Yeah it's me." He hollered out a young boy no older than two fan up to him he looked like him except his eyes where wide and brown. He was waiting for his dad to get home. " Greg have you been good for your mom?" he ask a woman wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt walked up to him kissing his lips. "Have you been drinking" a discussed feature came upon her face. "Yeah me and Miks when out to a new bar that just opened up with the family." He says rubbing the back of his neck. "Bello we need to talk." He looks at her, they were still standing in the hallway. He need to be alone without Greg watching or listening. "Go ahead and put Greg to sleep and come to the living room please." He says to her bending over to kiss Greg on the forehead. He walked away to the kitchen and got a beer then slowly made his way to the living room. He sat on his recliner that was only made for him... his wife had come in shortly after her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her green eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting. "We need to stay low for a while. You will be going back to teaching and I'll be doing my policing." He says not making eye contact with her. "Why? What did you do?" her tone had become jittered and her eyes had widened. He hated telling her bad news. He knew she didn't like this life style but he was trapped in it like a bug in a spider's web. She had a feeling it was bad like it had something to do with Mikky and the Borgota. She knew for a fact it had something to do with the Borgata.
She was once a part of the Borgata when she was sixteen her and Michel both, that how they meet. But then she had gotten shot and arrested and that was just enough to turn her life around. She started working harder at school improving her grades and everything. She knew that wasn't the life style she wanted but Michel couldn't seem to stay out of it. Her brother was second in command next to her dad Patrick but every one called him Big Pat. He was the don he never got out in the action that's what Mikky and the rest of the Borgota was for. He just called shot and they knocked down who need to be knocked down or went against the family. "You remember when we were trying to find out who was the rat." She nods. "Well the snitch was Jimmy." She gasped her eyes went really wide you could see the tears in her eyes. "What No it couldn't have been him he was family." She says not wanting to believe that Kriller was the rat. "Bello, he owed a whole lot of crank, he was eating alone. Tater was the one who made the conformation." He says rubbing the back of his neck he didn't like telling her theses thing. "So I need you be on high end don't talk to peo-"she cut him off. "I was born into this I know what to do alright..." she looks at him his blue eyes where bright she loved those blue eyes. She had almost let it slip her mind, this tension was making her uncomfortable. "I also have something to tell you." She rubs her belly and smiles at him. "Really how long?" he ask his face lite up with excitement. "A few months now. About two or three." She says walking over to him kissing his cheek. "Bambino." She whispers into his cheek.
July 23 1985 2:00 am
The screams of Chelsea could be heard all through the halls of Elmer's hospital along with the fresh wails of an infant. Michel stood over his wife in admiration and pride that she had delivered their second born son Duncan R Fisher. But somewhere deep in his mind this one was going to be trouble he seen it in his small blue eyes. He had the same eyes like him and his black hair was matted on the top of his head. He rosy cheeks and his chubby little body was huddled up inside. But he loved his family and his sons along with his beautiful wife. This was all a new beginning.
May 17 1986
"Dad when can I come to work with you. I Wanna ride in the cop car too." He says his green eyes were like emeralds they were watching a football game along with a little Duncan crawling around on the floor. "Well I have a very dangerous job you know that made when you get a little older you can join the family business to." He looks over at his son and pats his head. "Well mom says that your job isn't a good job, she says you do bad things and I shouldn't want to be like you. But I wanna be like Frank castello." He says looking at his dad. He just laughed and picked up Duncan bouncing him on his lap.
December 3 1989 12:21 pm
Little Duncan was only four years old and was already getting into so much trouble. He would bet up his little brother Toni and sometimes even Greg if he let them. To Duncan Greg had seemed to be the special one. He was always special place, Greg always got to go with dad and dad got Greg whatever he wanted but Duncan always go a big fat NO or a spank on the wrist. He wanted attention from his dad and he would do anything he had to, to get it. Even if that meant breaking something. He was smart four year old and his favorite thing to do was draw all over the walls. "Duncan where are you?" He heard his dad calling him he was angry he knew he drew on the walls and he always got a spanking for it. So he hid under his bed that he shared with Greg. He could see his father's shadow. He had bent over and looked under the bed dragging Duncan out. The toddler cried out but it was just him and Greg his mom had went out shopping with Toni. "DID YOU DRAW ALL OVER THOSE WALLS BOY?" his voice had become lusty and Duncan knew he was in trouble. "No Gweg did it, me not do it." He started to cry. "So you're a liar now, huh" his voice was still loud and trembled. He had sat on the bed and gave Duncan a spanking. But that didn't stop him from drawing on the walls he did it and other things like up lizards in the fridge and everything.
Duncan Pov
March 12 1997
"I'm sorry sir but your son has gotten into to many altercations and he's only 13, he's been suspended 7 times and he's been to 4 schools in the past few months. I'm sorry but we just can't put up with this much longer he going to be expelled for a few days. Well leave the rest up to you." Mrs. Brown says she was the principle of Thames Middle school. She was the worst principle ever always telling me what to do. No one was the boss of me. I looked over at my dad and my mom they were both vivid but my dad he was pissed. They had both got up my dad had shot me a look. I got up and put my hands in my pocket. "And he has to get rid of those piercings." She says looking at my three ear piercing. My dad just shakes his head.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHES WELL BEHAVEDAND MANNERED?" My dad yells at me as I sat on the kitchen counter. "Maybe because I'm not a kiss up like Greg and I'm not a wimp like Toni." I say crossing my arm around my chest. I didn't care about how my dad felt about me because he didn't Care about me he doesn't tech me football or take me out on mission like Greg. Just because he's sixteen he can do more than I can. "If you act right you might be an actual be something in life." He says my mom just looks at him. "Michel how your say that he's could still your son" my mom takes up for me. "It's not like he claims me as his son anyways." I says biting a green apple. My mom just walks away shaking her head but my dad wasn't done. "You're right you're a vergogna." He says to be it stung when he said that like knife to the heart. I didn't speak fluent Italian but I understood very well what he said.
October 31st 1998
Duncan Pov
"Hey Duncan l'hai presa?" my friend Elzi says to me his dad was a part of the Sanfansico Mob. It was Halloween and we wanted to prove ourselves to a gang called marlins. It was a small gang with a lot of rank for juvi kids that was and I wasn't one for groups but I liked to vandalize and shit so why not. "Sì ho capito." I say back to him we both spoke Italian and we both had an Italian parent. Geoff walked over to us his uncle made crank for S.M, they were supposed to be a big time thing. But I haven't seen them do anything on TV or in the new. "Here bros I got the speed." Geoff says to me he was from Texas me and him have known each other since tenth grade. "Nice going dude." I say giving him a high five and smiling at him. I had six piercings now three ear, one nose, a tongue ring and a lip piercing. Geoff knew how to grow srooms and shit because he worked on a farm before he got here. Something about horse shit and turning it over. Aright. "Mikey said something about this address." He shows us a piece of paper that had an address on it. "Here." He hands each of us a 24 caliber. I knew how to use a gun without my dad's permission, ever since Greg left to Miami the house was hostile. It only took ten minutes to get there with the help of Eli's car to get to our destination. It was an old factory that was run over thanks to sm. We had to deliver them a package in order to be a part of the gang. The place looked abandoned but I swore I seen shadows. A high velocity round is a loud crack followed by a sort of whine. They were shooting at us. "Why the hell are they shooting at us?!" I say yelling over the gunfire. I pulled out my gun fast and started to shoot to where the gun fire was coming from. I heard the gun hit the flesh I had shot someone. "I DON'T KNOW "Elzi stands up I tried to stop him but it was too late he had already gotten shot in the arms and the side of his face. The men where speaking in Italian pointing at me then the gun fire stopped. Then I realized this was a suicide mission. Three men had walked up. Holding their guns out Geoff and me had out guns out ready to protect ourselves. "Hey you" he pointed at me. I looked up not hesitating to shoot I wasn't afraid. "Your Desh boy aren't ya" he says putting his gun away. "AYE MIKKY WE GOTS A GUEST." He yells waving his hands up and down. Every one put their guns up and so did I. Mikky? My uncle Mikky it couldn't be him and who the hell is Desh? I short chubby figure had walked up from behind the three rocks along with my dad. MY DAD? "Dad" my voice hit an octave my dad was a part of sm the victorious mob that everyone was afraid of. "What the fuck are you doing here? Hauh" I and Geoff both stood up. He looked over at Elzi who was unconscious... and shook his head in disappointment. My uncle Mikky looked at us as well before opening his mouth to speak. "insegnare loro una lezione e lo bdump alla h." We were back at home Elzi was dumped outside of the hospital and me and Geoff where sitting on the couch. We both looked dumb founded. "what the hel where you thinking we could have killed you , both of you." He looked at me with a nasty expression. "So you want to be a ganster hmm alright get your bags" he says grabbing his car keys to his black dodge stratus. "And Geoff you tell a word and you'll be sleeping with the fishes. No go home." He says to him for the first time in a long time I was afraid of my dad. We had pulled back up to the factory, we had walked through a bunch of people and a lot of hallways that I couldn't figure the ways we had got her. Mikky was sitting in a chair around a big group of people I had met before. "Desh, is that my little Duncan over there." My aunt Kharla says to me stalking over to me. Her old perfume hit my nostrils. She kissed my cheeks. I felt like she always had a thing for me but she was my ant aunt and that's nasty as fuck. "Yeah finna do a little Contract. He thinks he's ready for a hit." He says looking at me where the snake at.' My dad says there was a metal door behind Mikky that was blotted shut. Mikky looked at the door. "Let's go, He grabbed me by the collar and walked towards the door. Taters had opened it and we both went in. I was honestly scarred, there was a man sitting in a chair he looked very beat up and tortured. "This is Micah, and he's a traitor and we need to send his mob a message." He says his features had become dark. "And your gonna use your gun, you think you're a man? YOUR NOOT A MAN YET PROVE YOUR SELF!" He yells in to my ear. I pointed my gun at him his eyes cowered with fear, he was just as afraid as I was to be doing this. "No here. Through the eye, to let them know where watching them" He gestures towards his eye. I cocked back my gun and raised it up to his eye. I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger a loud pop was hear and rung throughout the small room. This wasn't the life style I wanted. "So you're a man now." My dad pats me on the back. I flinched when he did that. His blood was staining my white sneakers. My dad had knocked on the metal door in a rhythm. It had opened shortly after. Everyone was staring at me. The only people in the room was; Taters, Mikky, AJ Rahnii, Franny, and Patrick. I never liked Patrick he never liked me. He said I was unworthy, I would never be anything or do anything good with my life I was always going to be a failure. I can't understand how someone like my mom as sweet and kind was born from that evil cunt. "Duncan welcome to the family Borgata." Mikky says to me getting up to hug. Everyone was clap except Patrick he clearly wasn't happy. "Congratulation." He says dully looking at me while drinking his whiskey. "Now let me tell you something you stronzetto, where family here we help each other help. This is your new family and the ones that turn on us are handled. If you tell anyone outside of your family then you won't have to worry about life anymore. Aye Desh he needs a nickname how about IL pazzo?" Patrick says everyone laughs I was still traumatized I had to get away. I laid in my bed I didn't have to go to school today because I proved my worth. It was 12 in the morning. I had to get away from all of this, I hopped off my bed and went to my closet and grabbed a duffle bag. I stuffed everything I would need, my mom and dad where both at work and Toni was at school. I went in to my parent's room and grabbed all the money from the stash. I ran out the house and caught the next bus out of the states. I haven't seen my family in 10 years. But I know my past is coming back to get me (PLEASE RED AND REIVEIW PEOPLE I NEED SOME REVIEWS SO I KNOW HOW GOOD IM DOING!... AND MY STORY HAS REACHED 220 VEIWS J) ITALIAN DICTONARY Chiacchierone- CHATTERBOX Borgata-: an organized crime Family. Bello- beautiful Vergogna- disgrace l'hai presa did you bring it Sì ho capito- yeah its right here Contract- Murder assignment. IL pazzo- the fool