What
When I was six, my best friend told me they would love me forever. Times that by four and subtract five years of lies. No I do not mean that they do not love me. I know they do or else I would be dead. They still say they love me to this day I know they do but as I am running down the alley with no shoes after climbing out a window because a bunch of guys were trying to break in I am having serious doubts. I love them but lying about this was probably the dumbest thing they have done and they have jumped into a pool full of hay off a roof for twenty bucks, TWENTY BUCKS! Seriously who calls their significant other and tells them to climb out a window then run down the alley to the car, yeah she gets the reward for the best girlfriend ever. I still run to the car though,  I still love her more than anything. Once I see her, I forget about everything and run up and hug her tightly. She seems surprised that I hugged her, why? Then I hear a gunshot, oh yeah that. Next thing I know I am shoved into her car and then she gets in without a word and drives off. I look at her,"what the f*ck anna?" She laughed,"I told you my job was complicated," she shrugged. I glare at her," No being a Lawyer is complicated, being a cop is complicated, even being a baker is f*cking complicated but this, the Mafia! Working for the mafia is insanity!" She sighs and looks over at me and then looks back at the road,"I do not just work for the mafia Rose I run the mafia." I blink,"what."