"Too Late Now"
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Lawyer 1 – DANG IT!
Lawyer 2 – Crap
Me – MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Chapter 3 – Bad To Worse!
I've been in Tokyo since yesterday. I have really changed, I guess. Then again, I have to have if my dad noticed it already.
"Max…what's going on?" My dad asked. It seems as if mom didn't warn him I was like this. Why would she, though? She hates him and she loves torturing him. This is just another way she can manage.
"What do you mean?" I snapped quietly. "I'm just in a bad mood…honest, dad!" I lied. That's right…me, Max Tate, uttered a lie…and to my DAD, no less!
"Ok, Max…" my dad mumbled, doubtfully. "If anything is wrong, you can tell me. Remember that…" He was obviously quite worried about me. Then again, why wouldn't he be? Like I said…I have completely changed!
Heading outside, I muttered inaudibly, "Surprised you noticed, dad…"
Day by day my attitude grew worse and worse. Finally, my dad couldn't take it. He sent me back to my mom without a word. He made a BIG mistake, though. He sent me to New York City, a city FULL of crime! This just made everything worse!
In the worst part of town possible, I met Rick Anderson. He was a local thug my age. Well…no…he's 14. He taught me how to be a member of the street. I changed my outfit to black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I also wore a bandana on my arm - blue and black. Those colors were the colors of our new gang.
Me an' Rick, well…we became the rulers of the neighborhood. Bullying, stealing, gang fighting…you name it, we done it! We were the worst nightmare of most…including me, myself. The thing that ruined me the most was the fact that my mom didn't have a clue, not to mention my dad abandoning me like that.
All in all, I became a pretty messed up kid. I was only 13, ruling a gang, and stealing. I went down a BAD road; a road that Rick led.
When I hit 14, the worst came. I began selling drugs! Together, me and Rick evaded the cops, got poor people hooked on our merchandise, and made TONS of cash. Our gang, the Sword Fighters, became well known in New York. Nobody but the gang members knew that me and Rick ran the thing!
The people I used to call friends were now my enemies. I still can't believe the time me an' Rick ran into them. Looking back now, I was a complete creep.
"Emily! Good job! You won the State Tennis Competition!" I recognized that voice. It was Michael.
"Ya! You were awe-" Eddy cut off, catching sight of the dangerous duo in front of him. "Maxie?" he uttered in disbelief, taking in my appearance. The dark blue t-shirt with a silver sword stitched into the back, black jeans with a chain belt, and the bandana I had switched from my arm to tied around my forehead. "Is that you?"
I grinned maliciously at him. "Guessed right, Eddy!" I lowered my tone dangerously. "Outta my way, basketball reject."
Rick looked down at me. He was at least a foot taller than my 5'2. He looked at the three in disgust before turning to look back at me. "You know these dweebs?" he asked bitterly.
"Unfortunately!" I muttered in disgust, purposely raising my voice so they could hear every word that slipped out of my lips clearly. "They used to be my friends. Good riddance! I left!"
Emily looked sadly up at me from a few feet away. "Max…what happened to you?" she asked in concern and worry.
I glared harshly at her with my pure blue eyes. They were once full of joy and love, now they were cold and hardened. "Did I say you could talk to me?" I snapped, coldly. "NO!" I slipped through the space separating us and backhanded her.
She cried out as she fell to the ground roughly. "Why…?" she muttered, her hand resting on the bruise on her cheek.
Michael and Eddy rushed in front of her, stalling me from hurting her anymore. "You won't get away with that, Max!" Michael seethed as he lunged at me. He attempted to punch me in the face.
Easily dodging the pitiful excuse of a punch, I slid between the space and punched him hard in the gut. I felt a rush of guilt as I watched him hit the ground. I pushed the feeling away, changing it to a look of amusement as I watched him curl into a ball, whimpering in pain.
Eddy stepped over and pulled Michael up. After getting Emily on his back in a piggyback, he supported Michael on his left side. "You're an obnoxious creep, Max…a no good creep." With that he walked away.
I acted like I didn't care, but inside I did. I wanted to run over and apologize over and over. Instead, I turned and headed to Sword Fighters HQ. Rick followed, unaware of the guilt eating me inside.
Well…there is Chapter 3! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! Begging! I LIKE reviews!