“Slow down I can’t run anymore!” We’ve been running from the border patrol for days now. we just came back from Mexico with 70 kilos of powder ( cocaine). We are about an hour away from the truck that’s going to pick up me and my brothers.
Me , Brium , Alexis, Juan have all been doing this for about 2 years now, we all are 15 years old, going back and forth across the Mexican border bringing in tons of powder and weed (marijuana) to the United States. ” We can’t we have to keep moving.” Brium said. My knees felt weak and my feet were throbbing with pain but I knew he was right, we couldn’t stop now. In the distance we hear the screams of a helicopter and we see it scrabbling across the sky like a lost fly. I paninic and I feel like any second I’m going to collapse but the helicopter only makes us move faster as we duck through the trees, we move swiftly but we try to keep within the shadows. I know my lungs can’t take much more, every step I take I become weaker. I struggle to keep up we are almost there and the helicopter has lost us we are safe again for now.
We make it to the truck and find Bj and Benney waiting for us. They are happy to see us with the drugs and that no one is chasing us. We jump in the back of the truck, inside I see guns every were hanging from the walls. There are nines (nine millimeter handgun), machetes, AK 47’s, assault riffles, and shotguns. It takes my breath away to see how far we have came in the two years we have been doing this. We know if we do not bring in the money for the drugs we will be hunted down by our gangs so we take every precaution possible to stay alive and keep the drugs in a safe place.This is a risky business but we get over $100,000 each time we move across the border.
We are headed into Dallas, Texas to drop the drugs off and get the money. We make all the stops successful and I’m still a little bit shaken from the helicopter but I am calmed now. ” Now we have to make one more stop.” Bj said, as he takes a nine out and sets on his lap. We all know the drill, I take a AK 47, Brium takes a shotgun, Alexis takes a machete, Juan also picks up a machete, and Benney picks up an assault riffle.
“Whats the problem?” Brium said. ” Someone doesn’t want to pay rent.” Bj said. We make all the businesses pay rent to live on our block, they pay us protection money. If someone doesn’t pay then we attack the business violently and take everything they have.
We stop in front of a liquor store. We get out of the car and step onto the pavement. We calmly walk into the liquor store, we are use to doing these types of violent acts so it doesn’t bother me as much as it use to.
We walk into the dimly lit store with out hands on our weapons hidden in our jacket pockets with our finger on the trigger. When we come in the store we see a dark skin man with short black hair. We know this man, he is an enemy of our gang . We attack him violently, showing him no mercy as we pistol whip him and smash his face into the wall. We break his nose and blood is all over his face. “Please stop !” He yells. I take him by his shirt, pulling him towards the safe. I can see his hands are shaking and I can tell he is stuggling to open the safe.
“I don’t remember the combination.” He said. I see fear in his eyes as he looks back at us and sees our guns drawn ready to fire at point blank range at his head. I put the barrel of the gun touching the back of his head. He understands knows whats at stake if he doesn’t get the safe open. He stops for a minute he looks like he is thinking , I see veins on the back of his neck and on his for head. The keeps steady and turns the lock on the safe.Finally the safe opens, we take everything that’s in there ( $1,000). We all hear the sounds of sirens.
I hit him once in the stomach with the end of the AK 47. He bends down in pain and Benny hits him in the jaw with the end of his assault riffle. He falls down and Alexis and Juan step on his arms and he is unable to move. I stand in front of him , holding my gun steady. I am calm, no adrenalin, no blood rushing through my veins, only thoughts of power. He pleads with me. “Please don’t do this.” He whispers as he looses more and more blood every second. I put the barrel of my gun to his chest. I pull the trigger and the sound of bullets echo through the room. My ears ring as the sound hits them. Blood covers his body like a blanket and he is silent. He is dead…
to be continued