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29 | revenge

I'll kill him, for killing my best friend and almost killing my mother.

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Carl stared at the last written words, he turned to look at Sam who started stirring in his sleep.

Carl closed the book and put it back in the bag, setting it down on the floor.

He then went and left the room, going downstairs to the living room, seeing Cody and Ava sit on the couch, watching SpongeBob on Nickelodeon.

"Whatcha watching?" Carl asked them, "The Bob show," Cody answered as he didn't look away from the TV, talking about the cartoon.

"It's called SpongeBob, Cody."

Cody looked at his sister, "his name is Bob,"

Ava looked at him, shaking her head lightly, just not saying anything else as she didn't want to explain the show to him.

"Hey, Carl?" Rick was heard from in his office, Carl turned and walked to go into the small office, seeing his father look through drawers in his desk and file cabinets.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know where my gun is?" Rick asked as he moved stacks of papers around in one of the drawers in his desk, trying to find his pistol that he carried everywhere he went.

"Which one? you have like, tons."

Rick sighed as he stood straight, looking at his oldest, "my pistol, the one I carry everywhere with me."

"Oh, uh, no I haven't. Have you checked your side table or in the car?"

"Yes, I checked everywhere around the house. I had it in this drawer last night before I went to bed."

Carl looked at his father, "did you asked if the others have seen it?"

"No, but there's two adults here, with two kids, even a toddler, and two.." Rick trailed off, he looked at Carl, his hands placing on his hips, "could you check upstairs, please? Maybe in the bedrooms?"

Carl nodded as he began to walk off, going back upstairs to try and find his father's hand gun.

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Carl opened the door to his parents' room, seeing the bed was made, he walked up to it and opened the drawer to Rick's dresser, the gun was probably in there with the clothes.

But Carl found nothing, he stopped and closed the drawer back, then something caught his eyes, he looked at what was on the top of the dresser, he picked it up, it was a small photo frame in the color of black, the printed picture inside the frame was his father, Rick had shorter than and he didn't have facial hair, beside Rick in the picture was Lori, Carl's mother, her brown hair was long; shoulder length, and in front of them in the photo was Carl when he was ten, his hair was shorter.

Carl sighed as he set the picture back where it belonged, he didn't really understand why his father kept that picture after his parents got divorced, Lori was probably now with Rick's friend Shane Walsh.

"Carl, did you find it?"

He turned and saw his father, he just shook his head, "no,"

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a few hours later, Carl was taking a shower, he was standing under the hot water, rinsing out the soap in his hair and body, he then began to think again as he did so.