I could feel the rope burning my wrists behind my back as I tried to loosen it. It was dark, to dark to see anything, but the metal I was sitting on was getting colder, night fall was coming. We have the coldest winter nights here. Temperatures drop, radically. You could freeze to death if you were outside for to long. I had to get out. Question was, how?
The metal door of the container I was sitting in swung open, he's now walking towards me, I can see his figure cast out in the darkness, he's dragging his cane along the ground, sparks jumping up from the friction. I had to get myself one of those if I ever got out. He chuckles in the darkness. Anger becomes the only thing I feel against the cold.
"Jones, I must say it's been a long time. It's strange seeing you here, you're normally full of power, normally; you wouldn't let yourself get this close to dying, what changed?" He says in the darkness. I still can't see his face, but I know he's staring straight into my eyes. I don't answer him, so he continues.
"Cat got your tongue? Perhaps, it was all her fault, what was her name again? Courtney? Nope. That's not it... ah, Casey. That's the one." He states.
I can feel the ropes burning my wrists as I try to get free.
"How is she?" I ignore him. "I hear she's doing well. She doesn't pay you any gratitude for the things you do. Does she?" He says as he kneels down in front of me.
Without thinking, I spit in his face. He lifts his cane and swings it with force into my jaw, I wince in pain. He stands straight and fixes himself.
"Come now, jones. I thought I taught you better than that. Tell you what, do you still smoke? How about a cigarette?" He offers me one and I take it in my mouth as he lights it. He spins me around and cuts the rope around my hands.
He moves back as I stand. I fix myself and stand straight, inhaling the smoke into my lungs. It feels good. I can feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down.
"God, you've grown. I'm so proud." He says with admiration. "Maybe one day you'll be just as good as your old man. Oh well. I'll be off now.." he pauses and drops the pack of cigarettes on the ground and is about to leave when he turns and says; "I'm letting you go, but if I catch you messing about on my side of town again, I'll kill you." He speaks slowly with venom dripping off of every word he says. He stands out of the way of the door, and waits for me to move past him. I take this time to speak before I leave, "I'll never be like you, father. Ever." I say quickly before leaving into the dead of night.
