𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
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CHAPTER ONE — osborne & son
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"God Dammit." I curse to myself before wiping a wad of sweat from my forehead. At my feet resting my third pile of firewood—ready to be carried to the back of my truck.
It's been a week since I've last seen the kid.
7 days since she graduated high school as I watched from the untenanted roof of an abandoned building near by. Seven days since I had held that pair of heavily used binoculars—giving me a zoomed in view of her walking across that dingy old stage plastered in the middle of the school's football field.
I swear that damn kid was sixteen years old yesterday.
I miss her already.
Now spending my days 4 hours away from home, deep in the woodland scapes of Pennsylvania collecting a batch of firewood to last me through the approaching fall.
Now I was Pete again.
Another Pete. Pete Barren.
He's a single dad. A veteran. A fathers who's daughter had moved to New York to pursue her dream job as an artist. Almost half of the truth, everyday I wish some of that bullshit was a lie.
I don't know when my next visit is.
I don't even know if there even is a next visit for me.
All I know is that when Madani calls, I come running. No questions.
Anything to see my girl.
"Pete!" A nasally voice calls out from behind me. "How are ya!"
Old man Mr. Joe Kosher.
Guy's a tough mother fucker, even with that beat up old cane in his hand. Can't even fathom what made him wanna befriend the sketchy middle aged man who lives in the middle of the woods. "I'm good Mr.Kosher."
"Aw man Pete, how many times have I told ya." He groans as a mischievous smirk painted his lips. Here he goes. "Call me Joe!" He threw his free hand in the air before waddling to my side. The small gesture causing a chuckle to slip past the confines of my chapped lips.
"How's your daughter? Uh, Valerie?"
"Valentina Joe." I correct with a crooked grin. The poor old man had the memory of a goldfish, but all good intent.
"Yes! Right!" He chirped. "Y'said she got a job last time we talked right? In New York? How's she doin' in the big apple anyways."
