life. death. vengeance. baby.

twenty-three. aftermath.

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On the following morning I was fixing myself breakfast, with the TV running in the back. I slept surprisingly well the night before. Of course, there was the possibility that the police would find out what I did, but I didn't care. I've taken revenge.

Suddenly I froze. The news came on. I immediately turned up the volume and listened intently.

"Yesterday morning two gang members apparently killed each other in an inner-violent conflict. A neighbor heard what sounded like gunshots and called the police. When the police arrived at the scene, two other gang members were arrested. The police found multiple handguns and other weapons on the premises. Investigations revealed that these guns were used in at least four unresolved murder cases."

Oh my god. They bought it. It looks like there is going to be a happy ending after all. They fucking bought it.

But then another surprise turned everything around again.

"Initial interrogations of the two suspects further revealed that the gang was hired to commit crimes and murders, but the police was yet unable to extract any more details on these cases. The chief of police told us, that it was a great success in their efforts on fighting organized crime."

I didn't listen to the fact that the police obviously thought they did a good job. If it wasn't for me, these assholes would still be out there. But I didn't focus on that. All I focused on was: they were hired! What?

I was shocked. Was it possible that they were hired by someone to kill me and my family? Hired by whom?

Fuck. What now? All these years I hated those four guys for what they did. And of course, they deserved what happened to them, but what if someone else actually hired them? What if they didn't just see the shiny car and decided to rob us?

Fuck. Who could have done that? Who could have hired these guys? Who wanted my parents dead?

Fuck.

I turned off the TV and walked over to the big window and looked down at the river. I had so much stuff on my mind.

But all of a sudden, I was pulled out of my thoughts, because the doorbell rang.

So, I turned around and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw two police officers standing in front of my door.

Damn. They've got me. What now?

But wait... the guy on the news said, the police think they have killed each other. I had to stay calm. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Good morning, Mister Morgan."

I had opened the door, but I kept my arm on it to block the entrance, so they couldn't come in.

"Hello, officers. How can I help you?"