Silent Revenge

Johnathan Sanchez

Johnathan Sanchez came from a wealthy family. His mother Theresa Sanchez was a teacher at East Central High, one of the top school's in the district while his father Juan Sanchez, was a Sergeant with the NYPD. He is the only child which to him was a good and bad thing. Good, because he practically got anything that he wanted and didn't have to share, but bad because at times he felt alone and always wanted someone to play with or better yet be there when his parents weren't. His father was barely home due to the job, but every time he came home you could feel the love in the room. 

He adored his wife just as much as she adored him. Every time he came home he made sure he brought Johnathan something. This time it was a toy badge just like the one he wore. 

      PaPa used to always told me that I was going to grow up and make a fine cop one day. He assured me of this each day, reminding me how smart I was. Whenever he fell asleep, I would put his shoes on that were ten times bigger than me, and dream for the day that I could be just like him.

       My mother. Well, it was like having Cinderella as my mother. As a child, she would sing to me every day. She was petite at 5'5 with dark brown shoulder-length hair, with these grey eyes you could get lost in. She made the world seem like it was perfect. All her students loved her. She was more like a parent to them than a teacher. A lot of her students would talk to her when they had problems because she always knew the right words to say to make everything Okay. She was the kind of mother that all my friends wish that they had. I honestly think I had a lot of friends just so they could be around her. At times it was cool, but yet annoying.

Now, my father, they thought he was some kind of a hero. He was 5'10, pecan Puerto Rican skin with black wavy hair. He had light brown eyes that almost looked hazel. What used to freak me out as they would change color in the sunlight. Everyone thought he was cool because he carried a badge and had a gun. I was living the childhood dream.

We lived in upper Manhattan in the suburbs. Everybody knew each other, and all the kids went to school together so we all looked out for each other. By the time I got in high school, of course, East Central High, I started to grow into my body. I was about as tall as my father, but I had my Mother's eyes. I was a ladies' man in school and voted most attractive in our high school yearbook. I played baseball and was the quarterback for our football team. I dated Lexi Santella the captain of the cheer-leading team and be the most beautiful girl in school. She was from the Dominican Republic. I loved it when she would speak Spanish. My parents adored her. We were both honor students, and we both made a promise that we would always have a future. Her dreams were to be a nurse or a doctor, but my eyes were set to follow in my father's footsteps. We dated all the way through high school and were crowned prom king and queen that year. Our senior year, she got accepted to a program in Spain, and I got accepted at Washington State University. It was a once and a lifetime opportunity for her and I wasn't about to stand in her way. That year we exchanged promise rings. Our promises were that whether we were together, or apart, we would make sure we were successful. We both remained very good friends but we were traveling in two different directions after graduation.

Directly after I graduated from college, I enrolled in the criminal justice academy. I was already well known because I was my father's child, but I wanted to earn their respect on my own. I made sure that my work spoke for itself, and my reputation exceeded their expectations of me. I studied day and night until the day finally came. I was beyond nervous when it came time to take the exam. My mother made me breakfast, and my father gave me the Sanchez speech which actually put my mind at ease instead of making me more nervous. I went in and just remained focused. I looked up at the clock.... 8 am. I said a little prayer to myself, I kissed my ring as a symbol of my promise to Lexi, and then I heard Serge say "You may begin".