Knife Hitter Game

It all began in my childhood home with the family of my parents. They have been a couple in crime for almost 50 years, so I've always known how bad crime was in our neighborhood. My father used to work as a security guard at a grocery store down the street. He wasn't exactly an intelligent man but he had his job and he didn't want anyone else to take it in. One of my moms would tell me all about what happened at her house when she met my dad as a teenager and how people were coming to rob her while their kids sat on the bench watching. She said they would take away things like her jewelry and money. My stepfather once told the police that he didn't know who robbed them because only her children were left to run away, so he decided to leave them there. When the cops came they asked her where my mom's husband was. She said that her husband had gone into hiding for a while but he had been back now so he wouldn't be around right now. The officers asked why my mother never told him she was being robbed. She answered that when he took everything from the robbers he was too scared to turn himself in because they were very vicious men. So she told the policemen that when my brother found out what his dad had done he had no choice but to stay at home and wait until someone took his life like his grandpa. In any event someone had come to our house just to rob us. Maybe we could have even stopped them before they got away. That day the police found out the robbery wasn't really the first time. Just the second. The next week someone took a knife from someone and then another little boy who I think is 6 years old. There were two more robberies and one later someone stole my mother's car. The next day the robbers came to my parent's house wearing gloves. Someone was walking by behind a tree and there was the sound of cars honking in the distance so I ran out of the house and saw them standing there pretending not to see me. I tried to give them my mother's vehicle so they would let him go. But he was faster than I thought. And before they knew what was happening, my mother hit the gas and drove away. That night when I went out to look for my uncle I found his car wrecked. His shoes and the keys were missing. He must've gotten into a fight and left without paying for what he had done. This is pretty messed up. How did this happen? What kind of person was my uncle? A good dad like he's supposed to be? He never tells me anything. Why would this ever happen to him? He was young? He wasn't supposed to have done this. We all know what happens when somebody has to do something like this to their own children. Somebody doesn’t care enough to care. They go to jail. My uncle got into some trouble and now I'm worried if this guy can get away as long as he does. Does anyone really believe this man? Couldn't you just stay home and protect your children? Well, maybe he'd have a better chance staying home if he got the help of others in law enforcement and maybe the detective will be brave enough to stick around for me and show me that he may mean well. If I was his age, he'd be ashamed to stay home with those girls and boys if I was his sister. And so would I. Let's try to solve this and hopefully it will come to light sooner rather than later. The person who robbed me was my grandmother. She used to be a prostitute. But after she got pregnant and my grandfather died it made people say that she should settle down. She married a guy called John Paul Wilson. Not any older than me and I guess he didn't want to get married to anyone because he wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend. So they moved in together. My uncle loved her, but he was tired of living apart from her. When his cousin was murdered he said he didn't think he deserved to keep the family business going. After the murder, my grandmother started carrying money for prostitution and it ruined her life. Now there was a lot of cash so she started moving up in her career. One day she was out buying cigarettes at a market. She came to the window to smoke and there were a group of men standing there looking at her. Then her door to get in her car as they watched. Her hands were shaking and her mouth was dry. She kept saying "John" and then "I can't" as she walked back inside. That was the last time my uncle saw her alive. The next morning she took the car and drove off. She never came back. No one knows where she came from. It just hurts and I don't want to see a kid like myself grow up without understanding what hard times can be especially with a single parent. But that's the future I can't afford to have, so maybe someday I'll find out why my grandmother killed herself. Until then I'll stay in the background and try to live as I did before. Maybe I can save me from some more tragedy.

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