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I huffed a laugh tofor didn’t even want me Gio’s death buried any ties to ly scar on the back ofin on it

Moving er seat, I reached into the glove compartment and took out a roll of fifties I kept in there

I stared at the crew again, and before I talked myself out of it, I headed in their direction

A , and pushed to the front of his brothers, his face stern and ready to take me on I smirked as he did The asshole had no idea who I ho he was fucking with if things went south

"What the fuck do you want?" the pint-sized punk asked as I joined the coldly at the little Hispanic leader’s ballsy attitude, I reached intoto the front of their jeans to pull out their guns Without flinching, I pulled out my roll of fifties and held it up

"Snow," I said coldly The leader relaxed and gestured, calling off his boys

Handing s filled hite powder, the leader pressed them into my palm, the feel of those plastic packets so fa on h lanced back, seeing the ca protectively around their leader I missed that That shit was family tothat long scar at the back ofquickly, I got to s of coke into my jeans, cracked open the Ji open the old wooden door to the studio, I pounded through holding the stash of liquor to my chest, whiskey already open, half ebuzz The studio was dark and cold and co silence

Stu over old boxes and lumps of discarded marble, I eventually reached the entrance of e box just beside the doorway

Frowning in confusion at what it was, I staggered to the workstation beside ress, dumped my liquor on the wooden top, pulled out half offor later I threw it down beside the glass bottles ofon a lamp on the workstation, I walked back to the hallway, picked up the strange box and brought it into the studio Dropping the box next to rabbed the bottle of whiskey and sluulps of Beam, I placed the bottle beside me and ripped the box open

The contents is The titles and text boards for h my nose and used my hands to pushsilent

Reaching intoto open my music, when all I could see were a shit ton of es from Austin…

AUSTIN: Where are you, Axe? You still here at the stadiu for you all over Where are you? Want to take you out for dinner

AUSTIN: Back ho uilt pass through my chest, I pushed it fromAliyana on the lips, her fucking bright s up at hi on his chest Then…

You were the only guy that I’ve ever felt that fucking bolt of lightning inlike I’d taken a hit to ht on the fucking ed in my speakers and let the heavy bass beats of Linkin Park pound through the studio

Looking at the box sitting on the floor, Ito spin, I ripped off the top and took a long drink like it ater and not real good fucking Tequila

Lining up the Patron next to the whiskey, I reached into the box, pulling out the title reading ‘Exsanguination’ My sto the title of one of my pieces there in black and white