Styles -On Hold-

The moment I heard my mother scream, I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I ran downstairs in my boxers and saw my dad standing over her, holding a gun against her head. “FATHER DON’T” I yelled at him but he didn’t even look up. “Go to your room son, this doesn’t concern you.” He said whilst holding my mothers gaze but it was like my feet were glued to the floor. I looked around the room and that’s when I saw two guys standing by the door, I didn’t recognize them but they looked dangerous. One of the guys had a scar running over his face and he had dark hair and the other looked exactly the same.

“Who are they father?” I asked and that’s when my dad shifted his eyes to were I was standing. I saw the regret in his eyes when he moved the gun, so that he was pointing at me. “They are not your concern, just go upstairs Harry.” I shook my head, there was no way that I could leave my mother. “I don’t want you to see, what I have to do.” He sounded desperate. I was unarmed but I was strong enough to take on him, if he hurt my mother.

“Dad you don’t have to do this. I don’t know what is going on but please mom did nothing wrong.” My father shook his head and this made me curious because why was he here holding a gun in the first place and who were those guys. “Who are they father?” I nudged my head towards the two guys at the door. “Those are my men and your mother betrayed me Harold and that’s why I can’t allow her to stay alive, so go back upstairs and pretend you didn’t see this or heard us.” He was talking me down and that was his biggest mistake.
If he thought I was afraid of him because he was holding a gun, then he had another thing coming. I took a few steps towards the couch were my mother was lying unconscious. “I don’t care father, you are not hurting her, while I’m here.” I saw the pain in his eyes when I said that because I knew what he had to do. I mean I saw enough crime movies to get that he was in some sort of gang but I wasn’t afraid and he would find out soon enough why I wasn’t afraid. “So be it.” He aimed the gun at me and as he tightened his finger at the trigger. I moved faster than I had ever before en threw him on the ground. We started to wrestle for the gun he had dropped and as he hit me on my jaw, I kicked him in the guts. I crawled to the gun and almost had it when he pulled me back on my legs. He started to crawl over me and that’s when my elbow connected with his eye, which set him back slightly and gave me the opportunity to go for the gun.

The moment I had it in my hands I turned around and pulled the trigger, my father looked down shocked to see the blood staining his shirt. He dropped down and I knew I had killed my father. I scrambled up and aimed the gun at the spot where his men stood just a few seconds ago but they were gone. I looked back at my father who was staring at me, through glassy eyes. I was shaking but I didn’t have time to get it under control right now. I quickly checked my mother’s pulse and was happy when I found one. I lifted her up in my arms and carried her upstairs.

I had to get rid of my father’s body, without getting my fingers prints on him, so I grabbed gloves and hid the gun in a bag and as I ran into the backyard I looked for the best hiding spot and decided to use one of the flower pots and as I lifted the plant I dropped the gun to the bottom and put the plant neatly back. I then called the cops and whilst I had to wait I had put on a shirt and cleaned myself up. I heard the bell ring and as I let them in they immediately ran to my father’s body, they saw the bullet wound and the police started to ask questions right away. I told them I woke up when I heard a gun go off and when I came downstairs my dad was lying on the floor. I told them I also found my mom but as she was only unconscious I brought her back to bed. They believed every word but still looked for the gun. Which they didn’t find, oddly enough. The moment they left I heard them mumble about gang activity. I sighed deeply when they left and when they took my fathers body I didn’t feel a thing except hate for the gang my father was with.

The following days went by in a blur, I had talked to my mother and told her I killed dad but she didn’t even seem sad or angry. She actually looked proud of my, which disturbed me a bit, Gemma came home for the funeral and she also knew what my father had done and she actually patted me on the back. I paid good attention to who were on the funeral and when I saw the two guys standing in a corner, I noticed that they weren’t alone, there was a guy with them, who looked like he could murder everyone in this room if he wanted to. We locked eyes and he narrowed his eyes at me and that when it hit me that he was the gang leader. “Mom who is he?” I nudged my head towards the guy and I heard her gasp, which probably wasn’t a good thing. “That is Nicholas James, your father worked under him.” I nodded because I had figured that out. I took one more look and made up my mind. I was going to start my own gang and I was going to get my revenge.

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