Chapter 10: How he died

Such news could devastate anyone. the room was silent, you could hear the sound of cars passing outside only. Both sisters were sitting down afar from each other looking all gloomy and miserable, and all of a sudden somebody banged on the door multiple times. Natasha snapped back into reality incapable of even being able to stand up and open the door.

The person kept on knocking but Natasha just did not care about it, Jennifer felt annoyed by the disturbing sound, she decided to get up and opened the door. She unlocked to door. A tall and strong man around his 39 or 40 stood up in front of the door with a wrathful look on his face looking at Jennifer.

“Did you not hear me knocking?” he said with a deep voice looking at Jennifer’s face who looks just like someone who fell off a cliff and survive.

“Where are your keys Jennifer?” responded, she was holding the door half open with her father all wet as it was raining outside which neither Jennifer nor Natasha noticed because they were definitely not in this universe. He dodged the question and took off his shirt and twisted it right in front of the door which was already wet due to the rain.

Jennifer moved away from the door and walked straight into the kitchen’s fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold water and walked back into the living room, ignoring everything else. Her father came in without saying a word to Natasha who was waiting for an explanation.

“So, you are not going to tell us exactly how our brother die?” Natasha snapped at her shirtless father who looked just standing in front of the door looking out of the glass within the door. He ignored Natasha’s question.

“It always has been like that, first Mom died because of you and now we lost our brother because of you. When are going to stop selling drugs and stop doing all kind of dirty stuff? We can’t just be switching houses to house every bloody year. We want to live a normal life. Why can’t we? aren’t you rich enough?

“I’m sorry about all that about ruining your lives. He glared at Natasha. He raised his voice and said “Your mother was weak, she grew up in this kind of life, this nomade life, and yet she was afraid of shooting the cop who murdered her. If you want to follow her path, you are fine to stay behind” He uttered squeezing his shirt with wrath.

“I’ll revenge both your mother and brother and we may finally be in peace”

“Revenge?” Natasha started laughing like a villain from a low to a high pitch, she finally managed to stand up and overcome her sadness then walked closer to her father. “You think revenge will make us feel better?” she asked. Tell me how did you feel when you killed that cop? She asked him looking deeply into his emotionless eyes.

“.....”

“He’s right Natasha, revenge is our only option” Jennifer stated and raised her eyebrows.”

Natasha faced Jennifer “Shut your trap.” she turned her attention back to her father. “You both are talking about revenge but do you even know how our brother died?” she asked.

“He was shot by someone in the airport. I was talking to him and when I got to the airport. I parked my car outside and as soon as got inside. I heard a gunshot and I followed the sound. There was a circle made by a foul and in the middle of it, the person who shot him was standing next to his cold dead body. Paul moved away from the door. It was still raining outside like crazy.

-12 hours earlier-

The Airport

“Where are you, Jake?” Paul asked leaning on his Jeep in the parking lot.

“Ummm”

“I’m about to check my bag.” Jake responded. He was sweating in fear because he had some illegal stuff in his bag. An officer was looking at him intensely. The officer moved his hand towards his gun because Jake was acting unusual.

“Father? I think they noticed me acting strange” Jake said shaking like an earthquake.

“Act natural, just like I thought you,” Paul said trying to comfort him but Jake was afraid to go to prison.

“Next,” the check-in Officer says.

“I have to hang up,” Jake said.

“Ok, be careful” Paul responded. Jake put his phone inside of his pocket then moved towards the officer trying to look as calm as possible.

“ID please,” the officer asked. Jake handed him his ID. His hand was still trembling

“Jake Joseph, 20 years old, 6’5 foot tall and everything looks okay” the officer checked his ID and handed him back the ID.

“Put your luggage on the carousel, sir” the officer ordered. Jake took his luggage off his shoulder, and did as the officer ordered, and moved behind the officer. He did not believe in luck, so he grabbed the officer from behind and pulled out the officer’s protection gun then pointed it at the officer’s head and started walking backward.

“Omg, he has a gun” people were yelling.

“Arrest him, don’t let him shoot the innocent man” Some brave ones were saying.

Everyone started screaming and bumping into each other and running away in fear.

“Sir,” a man said behind Jake with a friendly tone. Jake turned his back still holding the officer by his neck and pointing the gun at him.

“Who are you?” Jake asked looking around. There were two cops holding their guns and ready to shoot behind him and some journalists, that came out of nowhere.

“I’m an undercover cop and I think that there is no need for violence.” The cop slowly grabbed his gun, he bent over and put it on the ground and then kicked it towards Jake.

The cop raised both of his hands and walked a little bit backward “As you can see, I’m weaponless. If you cooperate with me, there might be a way out for you”.

Jake felt more pressure. “Do you think that I’ll trust a dirty cop like you? one of you killed my mother. An eye for an eye. Jake took the gun away from the officer’s head and pointed it at the cop standing in front of him.

(POW) One of the officers shot him from behind.

“No” the undercover cop yelled and ran toward him trying to see if he’s alive.

“I did not mean.....” the officer who shot him said.

“Call a fucking ambulance, that’s the least you could do right now”

“Stay with me,” he said but Jake was on the verge of dying.

Jake was mumbling and squeezing his tooth hard against each other to somehow stop the pain while he was bleeding. The cop took his shirt off trying to stop the blood from coming out but it was enough.

“Where is the fucking ambulance?” he questioned with anger.

“On its way, sir”

“Where is this kid,” Paul said to himself. He decided to go inside. When he got inside, he noticed a foul, people were filming and some were crying. He approached the foul and somehow managed to make his way in.

“Shit,” Paul said when he noticed Jake on the ground and put his hand over his mouth, his eyes were shaking like waves in disbelief then his eyes met with the undercover cop whose hands was covered in thick blood.

The cop looked at him for a second, because Paul was looking at him with anger, and the cop Shouted “You.” Paul went back to the same struggle, he went through when he was trying to get in and ran away.

The cop ran after him but he could not get out of the circle in time.

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