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I could tell by the look on Carter’s face that he still wasn’t happy with my actions…but what can I say? I slipped up, it’s happened before, and I’m sure it’ll happen again. Sometimes I get carried away, and well, some of my instincts are still my Southside ones! As tension filled the car I turned on the radio, and began to badly rap the Kanye song playing in an effort get him to lighten up. “Stop!” he laughed, trying to turn down the dial, but I smacked away his hands before he could.

I'm a bit confused by what you mean, could you elaborate?

Haha thanks! In many ways I don't think I could change even if I wanted to! However I will tip my hand and say the next story thats being worked on is a very different change of pace...it'll for sure still have dark elements in it, but I think you guys will be surprised by it!

What is the point of writing light airy stories about love that have no substance, or drama? Why read a story if it doesn't make your heart race, or make you feel something? Why begin something if you already know how it will end? At this point we have all learned that I don't weave fairy tails. I try and keep my stories realistic. There are a ton of other authors if you prefer the formula "boy meets boy, boy falls for boy, boy has slight issue, boy marries boy".At times I will build stories just to burn them down, but in the end the foreshadowing will have always warned you, and it won't be without reason. For me, if I ever wrote a bland story, it would have been a waste of countless hours. That's not a knock to the authors who write fairly tales, it's just who I am as a writer. That being said, there's also been a recurring theme of having to go through the darkness to get to the light. If there was no struggle to life we would never grow. If Riley didn't continue to slip up, how would he ever learn how to mature? 1 bad act doesn't guarantee he's now a gang member again. @BlindAmbition said it best with "Old habits are hard to break". In addition, as much as I love speculation and theories about the progress of the story, let's not get set on one ending just because I've done it before. I've also ended a story very happily. I guess what I'm saying is if you're looking for Cinderella, I'm not your guy. However if you're looking to have your view on something shift, to feel something, to stand up and say how the hell does this happen in our world? Then my writing will hopefully always be around. My motto has been nothing comes without a price...what the price in this story will be...we'll just have to wait and see.

Thanks, and don't worry, any time you can help to make my writing more accurate it's always appreciated! Glad you're enjoying the story so far!

The flashing lights of the city began to grow as Carter drove faster and faster, desperately trying to get out of the Southside. I did my best not to stare…but I’ve never seen him like this, so skiddish, so scared…so human. “You alright?” I poked, watching him nervously run his hands along the steering wheel as he drove. “I’m fine” he grumbled, keeping his eyes on the road. I let out a deep breath, and laid back in my seat “You really gonna make me do this?” “Make you do what

I happily sat there on the couch, still listening to my new grandfather elaborate on his lifetime. Every now and again he would add a crazy detail, or exaggeration, but I honestly didn’t mind…he was rough, forged from poverty…just like me, except he was smart, and well spoken…he had everything under control…the way I want to. At some point Aaron had ran upstairs to study, while the other adults went to the kitchen to clean up “Hey, do you ever get nightmares from the stuff you saw?” I poked

Thanks! I've been watching you slowly work your way through, and have been hoping you've been enjoying it! I actually just now figured out what chapters you've been commenting on! I'm glad you've enjoyed them, and hope to see you in the comments section of Blinded!

Thank you for your service! One of my friends is actually in the U.S. Navy now and was supposed to be home for the next 2 weeks, but due to current events is stuck on deployment. I'm sure you know the feeling, and once more thank you for that sacrifice! I'm glad you're all enjoying the chapter!

Aaron took a look from me to Carter then right back to me, thinking over everything he had learned just half an hour ago. I could see a million questions flashing in his mind, yet nothing was coming out. Aaron never seemed to be at a loss for words, but right now, it was like he was a mute. “So Aaron, how was northwestern?” Carter smiled, trying to break the awkward silence. Aaron shrugged his shoulders and looked over to him “It was alright, I still want to go to University of Chicago

I ran my fingers against the thick paper in my hands, still not sure if it was real. I must’ve read it over a thousand times by now…but it just can’t be real. After everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve done…who am I to get a second chance? Who am I to be rescued? I know Carter said there’s someone up above watching over me, I know he said I have a purpose…but what is it? What can I do that all these people who are smarter than me can’t? “Still looking at it?” Walter laughed, walking into t

As I sat back down on the couch in the game room, I felt Riley’s weight right back on me, except this time he was more leaning against me than hugging me. Once more I looked over him, from the back of his head which was leaning against my arm, all the way to his feet…to think there are people terrified of him…it just blows my mind. “This isn’t very comfortable” I giggled as he squirmed to rest his head against my side. He shrugged his shoulders, and let more weight rest against me “You

You never know what tomorrow will bring…who you’ll meet, who you’ll be, what you’ll learn, what you’ll do…what will be taken from you…and yet that’s the magic of life, isn’t it? You never know what the next 24 hours will bring, yet most of us rush head first into the day anyway, so confident in what’s going to happen, so confident things won’t radically change. Well a few weeks ago my life radically changed. An ex-gang member landed on my best friend’s door step, and ever since that moment…ever

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the blood drip from Owen’s smug face. My heart still roaring in my chest chalk full of adrenaline, my instincts telling me to go in for more, but my new found conscience steering me to know better than that. One was enough to teach him, once will only get me in a little bit of trouble, one serves its purpose. “I think he broke my tooth!” Owen cried out “You worthless hood rat! You’re nothing but a-a….” “Walker!” A teacher shouted as the whole room

Aaron made a face, and cautiously watched me as I headed back into our room “What’s up with you?” “Nothin” I shrugged, well aware that the emotion was still clear on my face “Jus needed to talk some stuff over.” “Aww did the baby of the family need his mommy and daddy?” Aaron teased, not realizing how serious I was being. I moved my lips from side to side, but didn’t bother to respond “Is everything okay?” he let out, finally catching on. “Its fine” I shrugged “Jus needed Mom and Dad

As I felt the papers in my pocket I thought back on what I had done…I don’t regret it for a second. If this is what it’s going to take to get my second chance…then I’ll threaten everyone in the system, and god help them if they don’t listen. I’ve done much worse, for a lot less. This time it isn’t for drugs, or gang war…this time it’s to give myself a real home…to give myself what I want. “So what was the yelling really about?” Aaron prodded, as we both started to get ready for bed.

Thanks! I am so grateful to have them...some of them have even been here since the very beginning. Watching them evaluate the chapter, and even talk with each other about it, is something I never thought I'd see. They're all a great inspiration to keep growing as a writer, and hopefully one day give them a great story they all deserve.

You guys are fucking awesome! This whole comment section has been so cool to read...you guys are even picking up on the little stuff I hoped you would! Wish I could contribute, but theres a half written chapter calling to me

As I walked back into that house I realized how much I was getting used this place. It wasn’t just a holding place anymore, or someone else’s house for that matter…it’s become my home. I’ve explored every corner, and from time to time still scale the front to relax on the balcony…Nancy would flip her shit if she knew about that! But still this is my home…my family…no one’s going to take that from me. All that night, and into the next day we went over what the case worker was going to ask or

That night I could barely sleep. Every now and again I would wake up, heart racing, palms sweat, and anxiety through the goddamn roof. Something was coming…a storm…I could feel it. I don’t know when, I don’t know what…but something…it’s coming. “CY!” Aaron shouted standing over me “Would you please just wake the hell up already?” I felt sweat covering me as the world slowly started spinning, I tried to get up but before I knew it my stomach rejected everything I had eaten that night. Luckil

The second I saw the hardwood of that court my heart jumped… from the huge basketball in the center with the bull’s logo roaring out of it, to the red paint down low…it was all just so perfect. I quickly looked up to the rafters and saw all the banners which decorated the building, from the retired numbers to the countless championship flags. All of it was just so mesmerizing…so surreal. “You okay there?” Carter giggled seeing the amazement on my face. I shook my head in disbelief as no wor

Riley's birth father is a real mystery. I really like the theories I'm seeing. Keep in mind that David has know about Riley all this time, and has avoided him (or was he around back when Riley's birth mother was still alive and just didn't tell Riley he was his father?), possibly the murder also took place when Riley was just a baby and that's why David was never around for him. All these questions and theories are also jumping around in Riley's mind as he tries to piece together who his birth father is. Maybe he'll gets his answer...but then again you never know what could happen.

Thank you! It would definitely be funny to see the four of them interact...I think some type of big fight would break out before they could all actually get along!

The rest of the ride home was quiet as we all tried to piece together everything that was happening. I know I had thrown a curveball at them when I asked to meet David Walker…but it’s just something I need to do. Every now and again Nancy would look back at me to see how I was doing…to see if I was okay. I’ve never felt anything like it, but I actually feel bad for the way she’s looking at me…I feel guilty that she’s worried. I took a deep breath as we finally pulled up into the familiar drivewa