Ten years ago, the first string of homicides rained down on New Orleans, my home, the place I was born and raised in. Crime was always present, but I don’t remember them being this bad. There was still rape, domestic violence cases, robbery, and even fights. Homicides just randomly joined the crime category. It wasn’t as bad as first, but once I turned fourteen, it increased. Once that happened, mom sheltered me for the rest of my teen years. I wasn’t allowed to travel anywhere unless I had my older brother and sister with me. But, once I hit my earlier twenties, I’ve become rebellious. I didn’t stay inside the house, and when I did leave, I didn’t come back until the next day. I knew it was hurting my mother, but I couldn’t stand being at home. I couldn’t stand the pack, and I damn sure couldn’t stand the pack leader, James McCallan. He was an enemy to me, in my eyes.
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