Axel Allen

Chapter 18

Axel Allen

Warning: Violent content ahead

This weekend has been busy. With homework and my business I was all caught up. Someone had the nerve to steal from my cartel area in Romania. Looks like the Romanians found my secret base and I had to speak speak great deal of fucking time trying to move shit away from there to here.

I also had this school project which I had to get done because it counts as a 3rd of my grade. Why do I even to this school shit, I'm rich. Whatever. Tommorow it's back to school and I'm in the worst mood. I'm going to the cellar to see my dad. I ignored him since the day of my mom's death anniversary.

"You came up to see your father" he said. I stayed silent.
"You know your mom wouldn't want you to lock me up like this." He said.
"It doesn't matter. She was a slut who got drunk and slept with other men anyway. My pain wouldn't phase her" he said. I've lost my shit. That's it. This fucking man he knows full well that he is the one who cheated on my mother multiple times. He always tried to hide it from us. Until one day we found out.

I take my gun out and I shoot him right in the heart.
"I know you were waiting to do this" those were his last words as he passed out.
"Clean this shit up" I told my men. I stormed to my room and went out on the balcony.

I killed my father. I don't feel bad. I feel peace. Peace at last. That this horrible man is gone. My mother would never want to see or hear about this. But for her I murdered the fucker I should be calling my father. This man caused me pain. Serious pain. He abused me. This is why I think I could never be father. I'm scared I will turn out as my dad.

I take a cigarette out and begin to smoke on it.

I stare up into the sky and look at the blood splattered on my shirt from when I shot my father.

"Rest father. You've tortured me enough and you saw the price of it. You deserve to rest." I mumbled to myself.

AN
Sorry if you aren't one for violence.