The Assassin Trapped In A Maze ~Newtmas~

Chapter 10

~ 6 years ago ~

No one's POV

"What do you want?" A man asked as soon as he opened the door to his house and saw who had rung the doorbell. The obvious scowl on his face not hiding his annoyance in the slightest as he pulled the door closer to his body to show the other how unwelcomed he was and that there was not a chance for him to step foot in the house. The nineteen year old boy standing in front of him held back from rolling his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I need a place to live" He replied with in monotone voice. He already knew what his answer would be but had no other choice but to try every possible option he had. His life used to be everything he could ever ask for but a few months ago it turned into a living hell and he could seriously use some help.

He was desperate.

"Well go find it somewhere else" The man spat and slammed the door at his face. The boy didn't falter and rang the bell again, rubbing his forehead as he waited until the door was ripped open to reveal the same older man. "What?"

"I need a place to live" He said again in the same tone.

"And I told you to go elsewhere" The man spat again in hatred.

"Dad-"

"Don't you dare call me that" He shouted in fury. "You lost the right to call me your father the day you became a murderer"

"I'm not a murderer" The boy replied, starting to feel his own anger rise inside his body.

"Yes, you are" The old man said a bit more quietly than before but his voice still boomed in the quiet neighbourhood which made the boy scrunch his nose and hoped for the noisy neighbours to stay inside their homes and not take a look at the commotion. "You killed that poor man-"

"That poor man killed my fiancé" The boy shouted, his anger finally being let loose and exploding within his system. "You loved her like she was you're own daughter. How can you even say that about the bastard that took her life?"

"Of course I loved that girl she was the sweetest human being I'd ever met and I was beyond happy that you had found such an amazing person to be with for the rest of your life." He exclaimed, his arms flying everywhere as he spoke. "But that doesn't mean I would've went after that man to kill him"

"You would have done the same for mom" The boy shouted, angry that the man refused to understand how he felt and why he had reacted the way he had.

"No" The man shouted back. "I would've mourned like everybody after burying her body"

"Everybody is different" The boy replied. "My way of mourning her was to go find that piece of shit and kill him in the worse way possible. But I didn't get the chance to do it and you know that."

"That doesn't change the job you do on a daily basis, Mitch" He said as he shook his head in distaste. Maybe even feeling disgusted. His voice had once again went down and he was now staring at Mitch in pure disappointment.

"My job has nothing to do with you" Mitch muttered, rolling his eyes slightly which earned him a heavy glare from his father.

"It does when you are my own blood" His father said through gritted teeth.

"If you really cared that much about the life of your own blood, you wouldn't have refused to put a roof above his head" Mitch spat at the older man in anger, taking a step closer to him while the man took a step back immediately. Mitch froze instantly, staring with shocked eyes at his father. Realisation had just hit him.