Jack W. Slouts: A Short Story

This world has three things in it, drugs, drug dealers, and cops. That's were I come in Jack W. Slouts. I was twenty years old when one I was visiting my parents. Dani slouts, my dad was all was much unorganized and skitersh. Ashley slouts, my mom was all ways nervous the floor would barely creek and she would jump. I never knew why till one day I was cleaning up my dad's desk, there lay an export form for fifty thousand keys. Of heroin. At first I told my self it was nothing, I was seeing things. I came out of the room in a state of shock I was very white in the face and the paper griped tightly in my hand. I asked if it was true if he was into dealing drugs. He exclaimed it is true but I never meant for you to find out, well at least
Although many seemed to find a new life after the business started falling apart. Thirty-seven people had quit because apparently I did not have a clue what I was doing. They were right though I had no clue what I was doing.

The next day when I was delivering to a man named Jeff Jackson he said I heard about what happened with your parents over dosing and all. I have forty men that would be happy to work under you for free. Even I shall help the only thing I want is to be the boss of the men. It seemed that I had no other choice so I agreed. The next day when I arrived at the factory things seemed to be running smoothly. All his works had arrived like agreed even he was there. Only thing that disturbed me was he was in my office. No one had a key but me and it was locked.

When I got in the office I asked him how he got in and he said it was unlocked. After that I thought nothing of it just figured I had forgotten to lock it. After about two hours of over seeing I went home feeling rather bad. When I got near my house I stopped to see my home surrounded by cops so I turned the car around and headed for the