6. THE GUN

I watched the car drive off from the window. The disappearance of the car had me springing to action. I canvased his closet until I found money. Only a mafia man would have a bag full of  cash just sitting there. 

I packed it all in my bag then packed a few clothes. I strapped on my sneakers then ran downstairs. The pain could wait. I dashed out the door, knowing it was too good to be true but nonetheless, I took the risk. 

I ran down the drive way and climbed out the gate. It was too easy, I knew. I slowly ran down, keeping a steady pace and bearing through the pain. I got to town after some time and took a cab straight out of town. 

With the money on me I could go hide anywhere for a few weeks but somehow I found myself going to school. My life as I knew it was over. I just needed to say goodby