Furious

Dirty Little Secret

Everyone had something to say about the deceased couple except the brothers, they sat side by side, arms folded, “I remember when you two sat the same exact way when coming to Sunday services when y'all were just kids. I'm sorry about your losses, both of you." The man was pushed aside by Peter, his little brother followed him outside, “who would kill them CJ? They had no enemies, they were liked by everyone," a tear went down his cheek and disappeared within his brown goatee, Christoph put his arm around his brother's shoulder and began to speak, “I don't know, but trust me if I hear anything you'll be the first-" a girl came outside, she couldn't be more than a freshman in college, her hair was curled and brown, “is there something you need?" Peter asked, “yes, there is, I know this is probably the worst time possible but I'm Viviana, your half sister. Our father slept with my mother." Christoph and Peter exchanged looks at eachother then at Viviana, then they spoke at the same time, “welcome to the family".

The funeral was over, and Christoph was confronted by his young nephew, “my name is Petrov," that comment just opened the door for opportunities and they both knew it, “listen, i'm sorry I failed to be there for you when your dad couldn't, honestly your like the son I've always wanted," Petrov smiled,  nodded his head, and ran to his dad who was taking another business call.

A few weeks had passed and things were actually going good for Christoph, he developed a bond with his siblings and nephew, but the gray hairs were hard to get over, after calling several cosmetic companies he got a hold of a professional cosmetologist Professor Gambino, he was fairly old and wore a white lab coat. The two men sat in a bistro discussing a price for a cure, “the syrome will completely slow down the aging process, I've experimented over a dozen times so you'll have absolutely no problems. I'll give it to you for only four-thousand." Christoph took a sip of his latte and shook the man's hand, Gambino handed the brief case over and replaced it with a check, with no more words the men went their separate ways. Inside of his home with the windows covered, Christoph injected the syringe into one leg, then another into the other, the fluid inside of the needle instantly knocked him out. He laid on the red carpet for days.

Laughing was heard but the entertained people were not seen clearly, a fist struck Christoph's eye, it were the rednecks, they had tied their victim to his own shower rod, “it's been a while, Joven."