Note: Well, here it is. This chapter, and the next, are really sad, so just a warning. Well…..I only own the four guys, and Troy's mom. Enjoy!
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Troy walked inside, slamming the door shut.
"Troy, were you out with that damn gang again?" Jack mused.
Troy groaned, "Yes, drop it would you?"
"No!" Jack said. "No son of mine is going to be doing drugs and me not do anything about it!"
"Then I guess I'm not your son…" Troy looked at him, turned and walked right back out the door.
Jack's eyes widened.
Kellie sighed and stepped out of the kitchen, "He didn't mean it…"
Jack sighed and nodded slowly, "Yeah…"
Troy sighed and walked to the park, and saw nobody there. He was relived. He wanted to be alone. For now anyways. He pulled
outthe baggies. He smoked until he was floating with the sky. He smoked until the sun went down. He smoked until it was gone.
Aaron walked up, "Hey.."
"Hey.." Troy slurred.
"want to see my new toy?" Aaron grinned.
"New toy? What is it?" Troy sat up a bit straighter.
Aaron pulled out a small hand gun. He handed it to Troy.
He took it and looked at it.
It was shiny and black, and looked new.
"Nice, when did you get it?" He looked up at him.
Aaron helped him up, "Three weeks ago." He shrugged.
Troy still held it and walked off with Aaron. He was acting like a little child with a new toy he couldn't get. Just for kicks he raised it up
and was looking through it, not realizing his finger was on the trigger. He pulled it and jumped at the sound, "Oh shit…"
Aaron jumped and looked at Troy.
A Shrill scream broke through the air.
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Note: I bet you know where this is going now, haha. I hope you guys liked it! Till I update next time!