Die to Fight !

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yesterday, my father died....I can't believe it....no

i turn the record on and turn up the volume impossible...the man i admire and love very much .....

I don't accept it?! Why did they take it from me?! why?! they all have in their fucking lives and it's not enough for them?! why...

I threw all the trophies on the floor ...his books ....the photos ....

sorry, so sorry that he is not up to it? that he is not violent like you .....the dishes are on the floor...the glass is broken...criminal? no....mafia, I smile at my reflection in the mirror...

I unhook the mirror from the wall and throw it hard in the air...

everything breaks and throws itself in the air, I see the glass shredding my skin and I'm not afraid, not anymore.

What did he do to you? Fuck, answer ....

I throw myself on the broken glass and shout "WWWWWHHHHAAATTT?!mkojmoji".

The next day I don't want to live anymore and I don't want to face the world from tomorrow.

the only person who gave me the joy of living is no longer there.

I can hardly walk to the kitchen.

so much that I shed tears, my eyes are swollen so much that they're going to pop out of my head.

I don't have the strength to stay inside anymore.

I can only give some courage to go to the garage.

I get in, I turn on the car like my father did every morning. I turn the volume up and start to take my suit to repair the scrap metal.

As I get ready to work, I hear the agent knocking on my door.

I turn off the ignition and invite him in.

-Hello race

-Hello agent, what can I do for you?

-I'm sorry about your father...he was a good man!

- What are you doing here?

-my team and i found out yesterday that his car was sabotaged before the race. so we just want to know if he had any enemies?!

I smile at his answer, grab my stomach and spit out all my laughter.

Surely the crying turns into laughter.

- Really?! Why do you say he had enemies?! My father is not dead to me?!

-you have to accept the truth. Miss R..

-Listen to me, officer, if you came all the way here, there must be another reason...

- Yes, your garage and house are for sale...

-What?! I'm sorry, I don't understand... It's a joke, I hope?!

- You think I'm kidding, Miss Race. Your father was in financial trouble and you don't work. They see that you're not in a position to finance, so they take the property away from you.

- give me some time, a few months to finance .... if I have to work day and night.

- I'm sorry, sorry!

He is about to leave and I say to him:

- and my father's case, I hope you will find the culprits!

- We are working on it but I can tell you that this case is far from being won.

I clench the napkin in my fist and turn to face him:

-The next time you come to this door, it's only to get good news... if not, I don't give a damn. Thank you agent and have a nice day.

the agent leaves and starts his car, shaking until he drives away again.

I give a big punch to the table and it breaks in two!

"Okay, Mr. Caram, I'm going to kill you...!"