A Bloody Glass of Wine

Chapter 6 [The End of a Nightmare]

"Are you that disappointed to see me, father?"

"No... No way...," murmured the man with crying eyes and a caring tone in his voice that made James feel disgusted to the core.

"What do you have to say, father? How does it feel to look into my eyes knowing you destroyed my life?" asked James now taking a knife into his hand.

"I..."

"Mother would be very disappointed in you, that's for sure," continued James mocking his so called father as the man in question stared in disbelief towards him.

"I...never wanted to hurt either of you... I loved both you and your mother dearly. Drinking was a big mistake in my life which costed your mother's life. I failed both of you and that is a sin which cannot be erased by a mere prison sentence. I can't bring your mother back and I can't fix the dreadful times you passed," spoke calmly the man looking directly towards James's gray eyes.

"I see you are aware of the consequences of your past actions. You are brave, calm and you refuse to look at my hand. Is it because I hold a knife?"

The man looked towards James with sad eyes knowing full well what he was planning, "I know that you hate me but you shouldn't fall into this terrible way of life by taking my life."

"Ironic coming from your mouth father. And to answer to your statement, I have already fell into this way of life."

The man's eyes widened, shocked to hear that from his own son. The little and innocent boy he remembered was nothing like the person in front of him, "I see... This is my fault... If things never happened this way, if I was a good father and husband, you wouldn't had suffered so much."

"That's right, this is your fault. I would never had walked this vicious path if it wasn't for you," spoke James now walking behind his father, holding tightly his shoulder with the one hand, and closer the knife to his throat with the other, "Think of all the people I killed because of you... If you could only see the things I've done to them, then you would had a good idea of what is going to happen to you."

"You are going to kill me, that's what you are going to do," spoke the man looking once again straight towards James's eyes, "You have all the right to do that."

"You think by accepting it, I would feel sorry for you? Don't give me that sad look, don't speak to me as if you cared for me and don't talk as if you know me."

"You are right, I don't know you, but you have no right to say that I never loved you or that I can't feel sorry for the things I did," voiced the man as James's placed steadily the knife towards his father's neck.

"Are those your final words?"

"...I'm sorry James...," spoke the man, no fear or remorse behind his words but only sadness.

"I see... May you rot in hell."

With that, James cut the man's neck as crimson blood flew like a fountain. No screams, not yells, nothing. The man was completely silent but not quite dead yet. James, freed the man from the metallic chair and gave him 7 stabs to the chest. The man had completely died but James wasn't finished. He wanted to destroy the whole body and soul. He took the axe and chopped his father's body parts. For the final, he poured a bottle of strong alcohol on the now torn apart body of his father. James's reached over his right pocket and took out a matchbox.

"It's finally over..." though James to himself as he was ready to finish everything once and for all.

"James!" yelled suddenly Simon as he bursted the door wide open. His expression screaming fear as his body started trembling.