chapter 253

They had no other option than to meet Doris and her husband.

The gang stole Drew from us a piece at a time. Every week they pushed him slightly further until not only did he have no morals, he thought that way of thinking was a desirable freedom. His family, we who truly loved him, became his enemy. He looked at us like we were vile to him. Then one day I found him shaking in his bedroom, crying like the sun had been stolen from the sky, his hands slick with another's blood. That's the last time I ever saw the real Drew, in that moment of remorse. After that he sunk so low into his new m.o. that no-one got close unless they were bringing news of the next gang order.

Nobody joins a gang without being a lost soul first. No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it's their only option. Yet I can't underestimate this gang boy, however young he is. Until the head of any serpent is removed, you ignore the body at your peril. Given his youth he is perhaps more reachable than an older boy