Requiem For A Lost Love - The End

All the while returning to my home, I only could think about how and when. How it would take place, me killing Isaac. My father who just dehumanized me. Didn’t even want to see my face. So he sent his rent a cop to drag me outside of the office.

Jack was there when I came back to my home. He just looked at my face and immediately understood everything. For the rest of the evening, I planned what I would do. I saw there was a side door on the left side of the building, where the maintenance workers enter the building. And the rest was easy.

It’s 4 a.m. now. I couldn’t close my eyes even for a moment. All the dark and destructive emotions were jammed in around in my neurons. Sometimes I felt so angry I could rip someone’s throat out in a second. And for the rest, I was sad.

I took my favorite baseball cap with me. A Yankee cap. And all the other things that could hide my face. Usually, it takes quite a long time to commute to the city. Jack was on his night shift. So I left as fast as I could. Before anyone saw me.

There is a park on the opposite side of the building. While I’m sitting here looking for opportunities to use, I see a guy, a cleaner, around my age walk outside with his broom cart. Wearing a yellow service jacket. That is going to fit me well.

While crossing the road, I saw him going around the corner. There must be a dump where he went. Perfect.

This alleyway is very narrow. There he is, smoking a joint, probably. I have a weapon with me. A Desert Eagle. Shoots 500 magnum. A heavy handgun, more like a hammer. While passing him, for a brief moment, he made eye contact with me. And then started to lower his head. This is my chance, my subconscious screamed out to me. In a split second, I bring the gun out, hit him hard in the head, using it as a hammer. !!Thump!!. He drops like a potato sack.

The rest was easy. I changed clothes with him, tied him up and dropped him in along with the trash. I wouldn’t want him alerting the security when he wakes up. Gagged him with his t-shirt.

And now I’m in a broom closet, on the 43rd floor. In such corporate offices, it’s very easy to find them. Like they have maps that lead to the officials’ offices. And he is just in the next room.

It’s almost lunchtime. That’s my window when everyone goes out to eat, I’ll sneak up into his office. All will be quiet, and easy for me.

This is it, adrenaline starts flowing through my veins like crazy. 2 PM. I step outside of the closet. Nobody is in the corridor. Everything is so quiet up here. Like God is setting up a scene for what’s going to happen next.

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“So, Issac” “Or should I say Dad, this was my life story?”

While everybody went out to eat, Isaac was fucking his secretary. When I entered the office, she was on top of him. Now she’s unconscious, naked and lying in the corner.

“Why did you leave me? Leave us?”

I can see his hand, shaking. At gunpoint, whose wouldn’t?

“What do you want?”

In a cracked voice, he replied.

“Just answers.”

“I had to save my reputation.” “I didn’t have any other choice.”

“So your reputation was more important than your wife and son.”

In a raze filled trance, I stand up. Only a little more push and that’s it. I will shoot him.

“Wait, son. Please.”

“I can give you money if you want, any amount. Please, do not do this.”

It cracked me up. I start laughing like a maniac. Here I am, his son. Instead of repentance, he’s offering me money.

“No Isaac. I don’t want your money. You know what? Jack was right. You don’t deserve it.”

I decided to leave him like this, it would be more fitting to destroy what he cares about, his reputation.

“Stand up Isaac”

“No, please no”

“I will not ask again.”

I pointed my gun at him. He stands up, naked and shaking.

“Pick her up”

I point to his secretary. Like an obedient dog, he follows. While he picks her up, I take my cell phone out and take some photos. Before he even could say anything, I punch him. And then hit him with the gun. They’re both down now.

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It’s the next day now. I’m sitting in front of my laptop looking at the news.

NY Times published it. Last night I sent the photos to their editorial email. And now they are on the first page of the paper. Nothing could be more suiting than this. An immoral father dragged down by his sins.

He was sacked from the office and sued for misconduct by Pandora Inc. Later they filed a money embezzlement suit against him. But this is not the end for him. He still owns a fortune. But it doesn’t matter. I got what I wanted. And I’m still here. For Jack and Jenny.

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