My Perfect Not So Perfect Day

Chapter 2 I Got to do the Job

Just seeing my mother with her eyes shut and she was barely breathing killed me inside. I took my phone out of my pocket and called the number.

"Hello. Wait let me guess is it Deion. Of course it is before you answer let me just say. How is your mom doing? Hahahahahaha, of course she isn't doing good, is she dead yet. Well i'm going to facetime you. Bye bye.

I really couldn't hear shit that he was saying all I heard was him say how was my mom doing and then he laughed. I don't know if I should just if I should kill him and go to jail for murder or do this job and most likely die. I'mma go and kill this son of a bitch. Ring - ring - ring while my phone is ringing I go get a emergency pocket knife. "God damn boy you ugly as hell hahahahaha, but where's my kids." He pulled my kids towards the screen, my kids looked so terrified. " I'mma get you out of there I promise.

" Don't make promises you can't keep. By the way my name is Picasso Rigo, nice to see your face."

" You bastard let my kids go now!" I can't wait til i'm able to knock his block off.

" These rabbit face ass kids are getting in the way of me trying to conduct business. Kids get the fuck out of my sight now, run." Picasso says.

" Look where do you want to meet up hurry up and tell me because, you're on my time now."

" Ok we will meet at the alley on Everest street and Divergent avenue. Got that and i'll throw a treat in the alley. Which means I will be bringing your kids to the alley."

Beep the call ended so that's right by my mom's house. So I just grab a couple of knives and i'm leaving to the alley. Ring - ring - ring it's the my mom's number. " Hello is my mom alright. "

" I'm sorry but your mom passed away. The gunshots were too critical. 2 bullets pierced her right lung, and the other one hit her lower intestine. I'm sorry for your lost but just don't go out and do something you will regret." My mother's neighbor said.

" Oh I won't. " I hung up the phone and just fell out. Tears came rushing down my face, it was so hard to gather myself back together because all that kept popping into my head was just good memories with my mom. I just thought of the bastard who shot her. I get up wipe the tears from my face, and leave. I get in the car and am ready to face the bitch. All that was in my head was me imagining my mom getting shot and my kids getting taken.

I see the alley so I find a parking spot a good distance away from it. The alley was really long and full of garbage bags, and mice. I think that he would expect me to go through the front of the alley, so I hopped this 6 foot gate. After I landed I looked both ways as if I was crossing the street. I start walking through the alley and I thought I seen a couple of trash cans moving. I pull out my knife and go towards it. As I get to the trash bags I start to hear little voices crying. I was completely terrified now. " Wh - Wh - Who's over there. " I stuttered. All I know is that 2 of the trash cans came flying at me, so I started swinging my knife. When the trash bags flew from in front of my face I turned and seen 2 little kids run trip and fall they turned just to see me their dad. I run towards them they ran to me. We met up I have seen my kids in so long. They were all talking at once. Then out of nowhere they started screaming then it was black. Nothing but darkness.

When my eyes were capable of opening I opened and seen a big bright torture room light in my face. I felt the cold chair I was sitting in, goosebumps run down my body. I felt like I was somebodies grandma's basement. I see that I am strapped down by these cold ass metal bracelets. I try to get out but it was too much.

" Glad to see you woke Mr. Garcia - "

" What the hell did you bring me hear for the deal was for us to meet up in the alley and I get ready for the job." That did not go as planned.

" Let me finish you over dramatic weirdo. Now you are here, because you did not go to that alley to meet up, you went to the alley to try and kill me. I'm not dumb I seen the knife so I just had to knock you out and give you the vest. Now before you go and get all mad that vest is filled with highly explosives. If you try and take it off i will blow, if you try and disarm it it will blow as soon as you touch one of the wires, and it will blow if you try and fidget your way out of this chair. Now i'm going to get you this cool ass leather jacket. Oh yeah I can blow it myself so don't piss me off. " Picasso said.

" This is a real fuck my life. " Why did I have to bring that knife man now I feel dumb as fuck, and I might not even make it out the bank alive to see my kids again. Fuck i'm really dumb as fuck. Here comes Picasso with the jacket. That jacket does look pretty cool though. " Aye look man I want you to disarm the bomb when I finish the job, and I want my kids back with some money. Deal. " I hope he says that it's a deal.

" Deal. But I would love to see you try and and double cross me.

" Ok." He unchains me and puts the jacket over the vest slowly. We leave the house and get into his white van. As I sit down and strap up, Picasso gets out with hammer and starts walking to my side. When he gets to my side he opens my door and stares me down. After like 30 seconds which felt like forever, he swings the hammer at my door handle. I get hell of scared. " Oh shit what the hell is wrong with you. I thought you swung that shit at me. Don't do that shit no more."

" Hahaha you silly boy why would I beat you. I need you. " Picasso said.

I start breathing hell of hard. I couldn't even say a word. Picasso gets back in and pulls off. We've been driving for awhile now, all I can do reminisce. It's crazy knowing what I was about to do. Today has been a long day and my day is finna be over soon. I look out the window just to see the alley that I got knocked out in.

We arrive at the bank, he goes around to the back of it. The only thing I could think about was my kids and what could they do without their mom and dad. They don't have a grandpa or grandma. Who are they going to go to.

" You have to go through that small door, and make sure you take out the people behind the counter fast. Here take this. Take the out the people in the front first, because they will trigger the alarm and in that case just call yourself dead. Oh yeah good luck man I hope you do make it out to see your kids again. " Picasso said.

" Thanks man." He really just handed me a Desert Eagle Mark XIX. I put the gun in my jacket pocket and get out. When I get to the door I just take a deep breath and go in.

I walk in and immediately get ready and turn the corner and see 3 people working behind the counter. I stop and go back a couple of steps and think. I turn around to check and count off the workers. I see 2 in the back and 3 counter workers. I catch the 2 back workers lacking and shoot them first. Wow thats crazy the things I would do for them kids. I'm now a murderer. I go to the front to kill the others but I see a security guard. Picasso never told me about that. I look outside and I see a policeman coming. I shoot the security guard and the workers. The cop comes in I shoot at them. I guess there was an undercover cop in there and he gets up and does what he do best shoot to kill. And that is exactly what he did. The officer shot me around too many to count.

Damn today was crazy as fuck. It went from being my perfect day to leaving my kids without a father. I love my kids and I will be seeing my mother soon.