Carlos In Control PT 2

so much for happy endings. this wasent a fair tail. our new apartment was 900 a month yet mom could bearly afford it. dad gone i had to make the money. at our apratment complex there was a couple. they seemed to be perfect but just one secret. they were the biggest drug lords this side of the county. i knew they were i had gotten to know sal. he was a hard man. manly man. didnt show any fear. that what i wanted to be.

the day my dad died i went to his house. he had offerd me to push for him before. i didnt want to before. now i had no choice i made my dad a promise that i would take care of my family. i was the man. and i was going to do anything to keep them safe.

"still need-" he stopped me in my words "can you handle it?" i didnt care what it was i was ready for anything "yes" i said confidently. "if you have to lay one out you will. right?" im guessing he ment having to kill someone. i dont know if i ws ready for that. but the thought of my brother crying and trying to go to my dad kept playing over and over in my head. "ya" i look at him bleakly. he hands me a gun. it was proly burned and had a track record. we stepped in him room. he gave me the details. running a drug business was complex and insane. i knew i was going to have to keep on my toes. so that i dont end up fucking up.

 a month had passed by. i had made over 300 dollars just in that short time. today was different he left me in charge of the money cargo. a truck. fulled with money pretty much everything in here had money in or inside of it. i was driving it to the city. i didnt have my liscene. like i was letting that stop me.

 dad tought me how to drive when i was 12. we went out to the dirt roads. "son, take it slow" i can hear his voice telling me. "oh! no!" hed yell just to freak me out. i couldnt lose focus while  was doing this. but my day dreaming caming to a hault. i wasent thinking clearly for just a moment. the car im driving drifited to the right and i hit a pole. hard too. the impact killed the whole front end i hit my head on  the stering wheel. i was to busy rubbing my head to notice the people gathering around. fuck i cant believe what i just done. what was going ot happen. i tried starting the car but it wouldnt. should i run? should i call sal. fuck. fuck. fuck!!!!