Sniper

Chapter 19

KACES POV
7 years ago
(Columbia)
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"Where the hell have you been?" My father asks as I walk in with my driver, Ivan.

"School." I spit out.

"Do you see the time, you should have been here hours ago!" He yelled.

"Why do you care? It's not like I was doing anything bad." I said calmly, which pissed him off even more.

"There was an important meeting today with the other shareholders, I was going to announce to them my plan for you to take over, BUT THAT CAN'T HAPPEN NOW BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU CAN'T TAKE ANYTHING RESPONSIBLE!" He yelled, the 'share holders' was another name for the other families in the mafia that my father controls.

I wanted nothing to do with it but my father never understood that, instead he just pushed me into it more and more.

I walked away from him because I had nothing to say to him, but he didn't get the hint.

He followed me and kept on yelling more insults.

"Why can't you understand that I don't want anything to do with it?!" I asked, anger spilling with every word.

"You don't have a choice!" He yelled back.

I and my father never had a great relationship, so things like this were always expected of him. It never surprised me how much he never cared about my feelings.

"You're lucky the damage and embarrassment you cause today was reversible. I rescheduled another meeting. I expect you to be able to show them that you can step up to the plate." He said as he turned to go to his office.

He stopped with his back still turned, "I'm picking you up tomorrow from school."

"I'm not going to that meeting, and I'm not taking over."

"You are if you know what's good for you. Don't think I don't know where the money went from today. If you want her and her child to have a wonderful future then you will show up ready to impress."

"I'm can't believe you are threatening a mother and her child."

"I'm doing whatever gets through your head." He said and left.

I knew that this wasn't going to end well unless I cooperated. "Fuck!" I yelled in frustration.

I stormed into my room and immediately went to my happy place, or should I say my happy pills.

Ever since my mom died and I started drifting from my dad I needed something to pick me up. So I went to drugs.

They are temporary and I only do them when I want to let shit go and relax.

I popped two in my mouth and I sat down on my bed and put my beats in and I blasted some rock.

A few minutes later my trip started. I closed my eyes and I felt like I was floating, just how I like it.

Pretty soon I felt hungry so I made my way down, acting as sober as possible. I hope I did well cause my father was in the kitchen watching my every move. Once I made my sandwich, which felt like hours. I walked out of the kitchen but not before my father got a word in.