Slow Motion

The Black SUV approached the corner of Hollis and Colfax then came to an abrupt stop. The windows were tinted and the wheels were spinning. Minutes later, Mikey turns the corners in his grey hooded sweater and his pants saggin so low, you'd wonder why he'd even put a belt into it in the first place. His eyes were focused on the pavement and his hands were tucked into his sweater as he slowly apporaoched the SUV. The windows rolled down and two hispanic men sat in the front. "Wheres my money?" said one of the men in a rustic voice that would give anyone chills. "I don't got it" Mikey whispered. "You don't got my money" then man's voice raised. "It was a bad week" said Mikey. Before the men said one more word, Mikey noticed the loaded gun in the driver's hand and took off on foot. He ran through Lesley Projects and turned on Murdock avenue. He hid behind a dumpster to catch a breath then dashed through the alley after he saw the blinding headlights of the SUV. He ran to the end of the alley and tried to climb over the barbed wire as his right foot got stuck in between the wire and he gave up. The guys jumped out the SUV and shot him in the head twice. Mikey had no real family, he had lived at the homeless shelter since the house fire killed his parents in 1998. He had dropped out of school in the 7th grade because to him, it was a waste of time. He tried commiting suicide but never worked, it was his time to go. Mikey dropped to the floor, covered in blood as the SUv sped off.

Flash Back

"Table for two please", Carl said softly. The waiter scurried over to them and quickly showed them to their seats. Sasha held her head down into the menu, eyes penetrating as if she were planning on disappearing somehow. I'd remember the good days. The sun was shining and we were even more playful than the children at the park. Then I had started woring late because Carl got laid off from the paper factory and my regular eight hour shift wasn't cutting it. I stepped foot into the house around 1 a.m and Carl was right there with this weird look in his eyes. I had never seen this before. He grabbed me and threw me on the floor, complaining about how his dinner wasn't on the dinner and he was starving. He had kicked me in my stomach, calling me out my name and the pain felt sharper than any knife. I looked up, and there he was with that same smirk on his face while he asked me if i was ready to order