“Please… you don’t have to do this…”
But even as he said this, he continued to stare down the barrel of the pistol being held in the 17-year-old boy’s tense hands.
“You don’t know anything… about me… about my life, about my scars… you know nothing… the only thing that makes you happy is your sheer ignorance...”
He uttered the words with such rich and powerful hatred that the man saw no choice but to remain silent. The young teen heard foot steps behind him, and turned to see a policeman walking slowly down the alley.
“You shouldn’t be out so late, Andy.” he spoke in somewhat of a commanding tone.
“Stay out of this, sheriff… I don’t need you looking over my back anymore.”
The sheriff stopped, but didn’t reach for his gun.
“As it looks to me, you need it more now than ever, Andy.”
“That’s not my name anymore…” he growled.
“So what are you gonna do? Run with The Pack? Take up this gang status? That’s not who you are, Andy, and it wasn’t who your father was either.”