BLOODY NIGHT

As Aden could reply his expression changed quickly and he walked away heading to the living area. He pulled out a bag that rested on the ground next to the couch and unzipped it revealing a pistol. As Aden’s eyes met the gun he could tell that the rest of his week was going to be bloody, something him nor anyone else would want. Deep down he was fed up of the Miguel’s but it was his job, a well-paying one at that. Through all the things he’d seen during his stay with the Miguel’s there was no way things could get worst. He’d seen it all, heard it all. Aden’s eyes followed Alexander to the door until he disappeared wishing he could do something to help, anything.

(Bang!) Fear ran through Aden’s body as he heard the gunshots. He snapped out of his little day dream and ran to the direction of the sound to find Alexander with his shirt blowing in the wind standing on the front porch, the gun pointed at Lisa. Aden watched in silence and fear of losing his precious life. As Alexander made s