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Chapter Fourteen

Diego opened the door to my house, entering first followed by Luther and then me. Luther turns to lock the door and as I'm taking my coat off, Diego pats his arm.

"Hey." He nods towards a spot on the floor just a little down the hall. "Blood." He points. We all take a few steps closer, there is red splattered in small pools.. Luther kneels down and dabs his finger into the blood. It's fresh. Diego picks up my dad's keys from off the table.

"Shit." He mutters. "Elliot!" He shouts.

"Dad!" I say starting to get worried. Luther starts to walk ahead into the living area, Diego takes the door to the office on the left and I turn around to go and check the bedrooms. I can't find him anywhere and I start to panic. I come back into the hall looking frantically at Diego as he comes back too without my dad.

"Diego." We hear Luther calling. We walk into the living area and Luther is standing next to my grandpa's dentist chair which my dad appears to be sitting in.

"Dad." I say relieved then run over to them but I stop dead in my tracks. He's been beaten to a pulp, one of Diego's knives in his chest and a pencil in his eye. "Nooo!" A blood curdling scream leaves my mouth,, my whole body breaking down and I fall to my knees, my chest heaving and sobs begin spilling out of me. Luther kneels down next to me and puts his arms around me while I fall apart. The whole scene is horrific.

"Holy shit." Diego says from behind me. Luther quickly stands up and joins him looking over the balcony. I reach up and grab my dad's knees and shake him.

"Dad! Please!" I cry.

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I sit on the couch, my knees to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, rocking back and forth. I can't comprehend what's happened. Diego pulls his knife out of my dad's chest and Luther covers his body with an old sheet. I watch this all happen with bloodshot eyes, silent tears still rolling down my cheeks.

"I can't believe Elliot's dead." Luther says softly.

"He was a good guy." Diego replied. "Deserved better than this." Luther nodded in agreement. Diego turned towards the balcony again. "Elliot must've been getting too close to the truth. It smells like the feds."

"What? Are you out of your mind?" Luther says confused. "Diego, if this was the federal government, they would have taken him somewhere and questioned him. They wouldn't..." He looked over at me with pity in his eyes. "Done this. No, this is the work of a psychopath." I buried my head between my knees, wishing I could unsee it all.

"Oga Foroga. That a name?" Diego asked, reading the message that the psychopath had left in my dad's blood on the floor. I couldn't bear to look at it for more than two seconds before I had to sit down so I wouldn't vomit and I haven't moved for hours since.

"Oga Foroga." Luther repeated joining him at the balcony and looking over. "I'll look her up." He then heads to the kitchen followed by Diego. I hear a familiar zapping noise and Five comes running up the stairs holding a big briefcase and completely covered in blood. He goes over to the dentist chair and pulls the sheet back a little seeing my dad sitting there, dead.

He covers him back up and walks further into the room, noticing me on the couch. His eyes soften a touch but he doesn't say anything, just holds his briefcase close to his body and looks around for his brothers.

"Hey, it's oga for oga, idiots. Swedish for an eye for an eye." He says while he removes his jacket. "It means the Swedes killed Elliot." An eye for an eye. But we didn't...

"This is your fault!" I stood up shouting, my voice comes out cracked and broken. "All that blood on you. You killed one of theirs so they killed my dad!" I rush over to him and start repeatedly hitting him in the chest. I know it's doing nothing to him but it feels good to do it.