BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 42

* Tray *

I ring the doorbell.

There's shuffling behind the door," Who is it?"

Good. He's here.

" Got a package for you...."

" A pac---" He turns the knob and before he even knows whats happening, I force myself in.

" What the...." His eyes grow wide when I point my silencer shotgun on his face.

" Dude, are you outta your fuckin mind?" He blurts.

" On the couch." I demand, motioning to the tweed thing sitting infront of the wide Tv. He lifts his palms and sinks down on the couch. I grab a cane chair that was in the middle of the room and plunk down, facing him.

" What do you want? Is it cash, weed, coke? I can get it all."

I hit him hard with the butt of the shotgun in the mouth. His lower lip burst open and blood drips down on his shirt.

" Do I look like I came for drugs?" I stare him down. " You and your friends did some ugly shit to me. That night, you beat some guy and left him to die. His name's Wayne. Does that ring a bell?"

" Wayne....? My friends...? I don't have friends man!" He says, wiping the blood out of his mouth.

" You heard of him though," I reply.

" You a cop?" He asks and I chuckle, shaking my head.

Dude thinks I'm a cop...haha fuckin' funny....

" Then I'm sorry to tell you I don't know any Wayne. Never heard of him."

" Where do you want me to shoot you first? here?" I point the gun on his knee.

" Or Maybe here," I point his groin.

He swallows and sweat pops up on his brow. I have his full attention now.

" You said Wayne, right?"
I nod, shifting the gun across his knee.

" I still don't know him, I---" I squeeze the trigger and he jumps up, howling and clutching his knee. The skin is exposed and rich red blood is gushing out.

" Wtf, look what you've done man!"

" I'm gonna give you one more chance to rethink your answers, I want names...all of them."

" You fucking busted my knee you prick!" He rolls over back on the couch, writhing on the cushions, blood all over them.

" Better start talking...." I look at my wrist watch.

" Ow!" He says and inspects the hole in his jeans.

" I know you were there that night. All I want is them names. You sons of bitches killed my brother, so unless you want to start losing some more body parts and end up slithering like a snake, you better start talking!"

I lift my barrel and point it at his midsection.

" Talk!"

" Okay... I'll talk." He cries out and puts his palms up for protection.

" I only got two names, Del and Dexter, the twins."

I squeeze the trigger again and blast another hole on his other knee. He screams, crying and falls on the floor. His arms are wrapped around both his legs as he rolls from side to side.

" TELL. ME. THE. NAMES!" I stand up and bend over him. " You do want to live right? Get some girls and have fun with them ight?"

He rolls on his back, sobbing. " Yes.... please...."

" Then talk...you can spare yourself alot of pain."

" Alright alright...." He moans, sobbing, his face a mishmash of blood and tears. " Okay.... please..."

He gives me the names and the addresses where I can easily find them.

" Now please just go.... I've given you what you want... please leave...."

I turn towards the door but then stop and look back. The whole scene comes crushing like waves and I remember Wayne's last words and what my vow is. I look at his pleading eyes.

" I can't." I tell him and point the gun on his chest, a perfect shot. He puts up his hands, sobbing.

No... please don't.... please....

I pull the trigger and his body jumps off the floor, his t-shirt poiling up quickly with blood.

" I made a promise and I won't break it."

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