Chapter 2
Shawn kneeled at the tabernacle in the church. His left knee bending to the soft crimson carpet, while he bowed in front of one of his friend's coffin. Nope, he didn't know him that well, but there he was trying to feel the pain, and act like he was melancholy. But a smirk was planted all over his face, little creases between his cheeks and edges of his lips.
He was just like him, just like his brothers. Except for them getting caught, going to federal prison, and serving their terms in jail. Naturally, he was after them.
But between him doing crack sales and him doing heroin, he bowed his head and prayed for him.
He hopes that in Heaven they'll leave a spot for him, so that they can meet forever.
These are really short, but it's hard to take every little detail of his life, so this is what i have so far
