POLITE ROACH: GANGSTERS PARADISE

The truth will prevail

17 YEARS LATER. POLITE ROACHS POV:                As I was walking down the stairs for dinner I noticed something. In all 17 years of my life I've never had or seen my mother. Never once did my father ever bring her up either, it was always so lonely being in this mansion all by myself. I then sat at the table and my father looked into his wine cup, twirling his finger around the rims of the glass. It was quiet. No talking, not even a "how are you" or a "hello" and I rather have it that way. Everytime he opens his mouth it's always about shooting someone, that's not very polite.

AT THE DINNER TABLE:
They both was eating their food, steak mashed potatoes and some veggies. Suddenly polite roach couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence, which his father didn't like,
POLITE ROACH: "father roach why don't I have a mother? Or any siblings?? It's unusual for a child to have his entire life without any." Said polite roach, with sadness in his polite eyes.
FATHER ROACH: "quiet polite roach. You know better to speak at the table." Said with a slow burning anger. Polite roach knew to back off, since he knows what his father is capable of doing, and that the worst type of anger comes from the heart. He understood from the start his father never loved him, he hates his son more then he loves his money, and that's a lot. Polite roach decided to wait until after dinner to ask. But he couldn't stop thinking about it, where is his mother? And why didn't he ever see her.

AFTER DINNER:
POLITE ROACH: "father....father roach I beg of you. I know I had to have a mother, how else would anyone come into this world? Where is she? How can I find her?? Please I need the truth...." Polite roach truly felt sadness in his heart. He always felt left out for not having a mother in his life, he looked deeply into father roaches eyes which wasn't nothing like his. They was filled with fire, almost soul touching eyes, enough to send a cold shiver down your spine.

FATHER ROACH: "....you really want to know don't you?"
Polite roach then nods his head for yes,

FATHER ROACH: "fine. Sit down for this one, but your not going to like the answer I give you."

Father roach wanted to hurt polite roach so badly, he would of killed him long ago but knew he needed someone to take over his mafia one day. And even though he needed him alive until he can find someone better to have it he wanted to destroy his character. To kill someone you must destroy their personality first. Whatever makes that person shine you must bring down, so father roach came up with a story that he knew would make polite roach break.....

FATHER ROACH: "17 years ago you killed your mother. The doctors told her she shouldn't have a child but she wanted you. She wanted a son so badly that she was willing to risk her life, for you. And when she finally had you...you killed her."
Polite roachs face turned white from shock. He killed his very own mother...? He didn't believe it but it made all sense to him, why his father hates him? Because polite roach killed his wife. Why he didn't have a mother? Because he killed his very own mother? He felt sick to his stomach, tears filling his eyes. He didn't deserve the name "polite" so he started going by "roach" that day...

Roach then ran to his room, crying and felt like the scum of the earth. He felt horrible and from that day his personality changed.
Father roach however was enjoying it, he chuckled after seeing him believe his lie and feeling hurt. But he wanted to see more of this. He wanted him to kill himself so badly that he started creating a plan.