Narrative Introduction

“Dad, she’s pregnant.” I said as I lay down on the cold concert in an alleyway, with my dad lying next to me. With a group of people around us with guns pointing at our bodies. Every time one of us said something, we get hit a crossed the face with a barrel of a gun. Thoughts go racing throw my mind. Our knuckles are bloody as well as our face. There’s blood draining down through the alleyway, a mix of theirs and ours. I just want to go home, but the way it looks is we are going somewhere but not home. Tears run down my face as one of the guys grab me. My dad says get your hand off my son. Then smack he got hit in the face with a gun. They beat me and threw me down by my dad. My dad looks and me and said, “Who’s pregnant?” I said, “Who do you think?”

Josh