His Evil Ways

Cold Dish

Brown lifeless eyes stared at the cold dead body that laid in the cheap casket she could barely pay for. Layla could barely move as she watched the snow fall slowly around her, she was alone and was saddened by it. Here lies Frank Washington, father, friend, and brother.
With all the people that supposedly had her dads back through his business none of them showed up. It's funny how you think you have so many friends that would ride or die for you yet here you lay dead and no one to care.

My dad barely had enough time for me but still was there, more than I can say for my mother. Barely knew her but from what I heard she was beautiful, gorgeous hazel eyes and the smoothest chocolate skin.
But wasn't ready for a kid yet took part in making one. My hatred had withered as years passed and I just focused on the people still in my life.

With my thoughts all jumbled up I was brought out of them by my bestfriend, Cassie.

"How you holding up boo?" Her eyes held worry as usual but all I could do was just stare. If I talked then I would most definitely cry.

"I can't believe he's gone Cass, while those bastards are still out there!" Instead of sadness there was anger, The Castillo's had killed the last ounce of family I had left, well at least acknowledged. The police classified it as a hit in run but they know damn well it was more than that.

The Castillo's and The Morello's had a long history of being tied to murders yet it could never be proven. It's been suspected they had crooked cops working for them or in debt to them. Oh how selfish humans have become not even sympathizing the value of someone's life, New York was the origin of these things . If you weren't rich your life was simply valued as something mere as a roach, and my father was a leading example of it.

At first things were great he had just landed himself a good job at a law firm and things were looking up. He took so much pride in being a lawyer till he took on a case against the Castillos and Morelos, he knew it was dangerous to go against them but this case was being eaten up by press.
The press the law firm needed and if refusing to go against them would've costed him his job. Funny how he ended up losing something worse because of his decision. His life.

After that the case went to shit, evidence went missing, witnesses mysteriously vanished and no one wanted to testify. I don't blame them, if going against them meant my family being in danger then I wouldn't either. Something my dad didn't take into consideration. Not only did they kill my father they made sure his family knew not to fight back by destroying everything my dad had built and ruining his name.
They made sure none of the money saved went to us, how? I don't know but they made sure I was left with nothing. Just once I want to look into Adriano Castillos eyes and show him how much he broke me and my soul. If losing my mother wasn't enough just add my father to the list. But that wouldn't happen bc nobody knows where he is making hard for me to do so.

Snapping out of my grueling thoughts I looked at my father once more knowing this would be the last time I'd ever see him again.
"You weren't always the best dad and saying this out loud just sounds cheesy as hell, but I appreciate everything you did for me.
It damn sure wasn't easy but we made it work and I know your in some happy place where you can finally rest, but until I give The Castillos and Morelos the revenge they deserve I know you won't fully be able to rest." I gently placed a kiss on his cold cheek and walked away feeling as if a piece of me was snatched away and only a dish best served cold could restore it.