My Life Was Prison, In Prison I Was Free

Part 2

I wanted to do something with my life, sometimes I admired James's life and I asked my dad if I could manage one of his businesses. He strongly opposed saying that his ultimate goal was that his kids should be free from any slavery. He said that we should spend the wealth he created for us. He used to say, 'Ask whatever thing in my name and I will give it unto you.' We were all irreligious as religious people were filth to us. They were poor church mice who will frequently grunt on how unfair the world was and wait for some deity to meet their needs. We used to call them illusionists. Somehow deep inside I used to feel wrong when dad made himself our God. We worshiped him, we would surely ask anything in his name but something was not good in that. I had all the money I wanted, all the cars I would wish to have, all the buildings and land I would wish to own but deep inside I was not satisfied. I loved writing, it is the only thing I loved doing. I loved music. I used to play the bass. I had no friends, my upbringing taught me that friends make you weak. I was convinced that the strongest man is he who stands alone.

My Jane and I would drive to whatever place we wanted to. With private security and escorts around us, we would then hit rich peoples car, wreck ours and pay them for new ones just for the fun of it. We would go to reserves and parks and do illegal hunting which made the headlines in the news and social media. Juno, the cartel leader was an ally to my dad. They were not in terms because of Sally. They however had to be affiliates as Juno provided security and my dad cleared any obstacle in the government to give Juno's drug business a safe pass. My dad and Juno made the government, they were top of the food chain who cared less about the ills they were doing. Deep inside, my dad wanted to be a changed man, he wanted to help the poor and cut everything loose but he had strict warning from Juno not to do that. That is why he remained a troubled and a wretched soul trying to find meaning in his life.

Mary was the girl who made my world turn in circles. She was a waitress at some fancy restaurant, one that I frequently visited just to get my eyes refreshed by her alluring physique and talk. She was tall, her kohl-black hair plunging over her shoulders. She had saccharine sweet lips that were blossom soft and her demure personality that always made Jane snap her fingers on my face to keep me alert. I remember that day when Jane and I stepped into the restaurant and cleared everyone off paying them off because we needed the whole building by ourselves. Juno's men stood watch. I remember how the restaurant owner, who happened to be Juno's rival in the drug world, called his men and a scuffle ensued. 4 of his men and 1 of Juno's men were shot dead. It was the first time I ever saw someone die in cold blood. I was shocked. As we were being cleared out of the restaurant, I grabbed Mary's hand and ran off to the car. We went back home only to find the furious god raving mad and breathing fire, 'Look at what you have done.' The ordeal was already trending in the news and the government was now calling to stop Juno and my dad for the series of trouble their kids were causing.

I rushed to my room, feeling a void in me. Seeing that that was not the life I was supposed to live. I bitterly cursed the day I was born. I loathed being rich. I in fury talked back to my dad, telling him of how I hated him and how evil he was. He disowned me, his exact words were, "No single soul talks back to me. I would have killed you if you were not my blood. Leave my house and take these two hopeless souls of yours away, know that I will always remain your god, you will come back begging for more and I will treat you like a slave. I will make your days as dark as satan's version of my childhood. And you will in eternity praise and worship me to give you life. Do not in your stupid, wretched and miserable life try anything stupid for I will kill everyone around you. You will dictate how many people die by how you behave."

With tears flowing on my cheeks I took Jane and Mary. Jane was on my left as Mary, in fear clung to my right arm. We were walking down the compound and just as we were near the gate my ears went deaf as I felt a heavy weight puling my right arm. I was frightened. I felt weak as I let loose the weight on my right. Mary was shot. Her weak self was groaning in pain lying lifeless to the ground. Tears welled up my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. My dad, handing over the gun to one of Juno's men approached me and said, "Do not bite the hand that feeds you lad. How many times do I have to remind you that you are the son of a king? A son of the most high and that you require a dramatic exit? What was that porshe for? Do you think your old man is too poor to afford another one?" I was confused. Jane was terrified. We maybe thought that he planted a bomb in the car and wanted to kill us. "Do you want me to blow this one's brain out as well?" He asked grinning like a mole on heat.