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The roach crushes under my shoe, and I felt its silent squelching vibrate in my ears.
Never in my life had I killed an insect before, not intentionally; too sacred to take a life and then feel nothing about it, even if the said life was of a pest.
But what I am aiming to do from now on requires me to feel numb, as I am about to ruin a person so horribly and make sure he wails and becomes desperate to catch his breath while he cries and screams.
Just the way I had been once.
As Eli always said, 'Start somewhere,' whenever it was me getting a panic attack at the thought of revenge.
So, this is me starting.
I worked hard to fulfill my ambitions, just like any other person, while living in my perfect world.
Until one day, that bubble of my perfect paradise was punctured by a bullet, and reality hit right in the gut like a bitch it is.
Until one day, that bubble of my dreamy land was shot with a bullet, and reality punched my gut like a bitch it is.
Two years, seven months, nineteen days, and five and a half hours later, I was standing where it all had begun.
Every day, every second of my existence was like a terrible anticipation for me to be here, seeking to repay the favour of suffering that these people had inflicted on me and my family, and doing it with a thousand times more intensity than what they had done to us.
With only one goal in my mind, I sucked up my guilt and stayed in London to complete my media degree, very well aware of the unfortunate circumstances unfolding here while I was away.
As the term goes, it is better to be late than never.
Given what these people have done to my loved ones, there is no reason for never.
Now, my anxiety appears to be far greater than the building in front of me, whose fate I will decide once I go inside—destroying it to the ground along with the people who own it.
However, the more I glanced at the name printed on one of its walls, which was lighting faintly blue with neon shades, the more numb my feet became.
The Grogan Industries.
One company.
One man who is responsible for all of it.
Christian Grogan, the CEO.
Revenge, revenge, revenge.
It was all I could see and hear in my ears, as if the air that passed through murmured the word itself. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down and tell myself that this was the correct thing to do in hopes that these people could know what misery is like.
