Chapter 1 Gangs

On the floor, Destiny lay, the little baby, with her sleeves pinned to the floor, and her feet expose, and raw. A chill ran through my body as I looked up. Chris’s gang stood there, leaning against the kitchen’s counters, smoking rolled up leaves. Pot. They all looked high, except for one white boy, the only white boy in their group. He was hunched over, scrounging around in a dirty white Adidas duffle, looking for something unknown to anyone in the room. He took out a knife, and then, noticed me. He mumbled something to Tony, the gang leader, and I heard small sections of it. What he said, I cannot repeat, unless of course you are over thirteen years of age and don’t mind swearing. What I got out of it was that he had said, ’”That baby is a flippin’ traitor! She has no flippin’ right to be here, when she was stolen from my house!” Tony addressed the white boy as “Gringo.” “Gringo, that ain’t your baby sister. She’s black. You’re white.”
“So what! She is not supposed to be alive! My mom bought her to slaughter her so we could get some money at the market.” I swallowed. He was going to sell a baby’s meat at the market so he could get money? I was guessing he was poor, but that’s a bit over the top.