"Peter! Let go of my children and punish me instead," my father said. Perplexed by his words, my forehead furrowed as I turned to my father---crumbling in torment.
"What are you doing, dad?" I mumbled but he ignored me and went on.
With his tears choking him up, he managed to shout, "I couldn't imagine the sufferings you went through. I should have been there to support you. I am sorry--- so sorry. But, please... let go of them. They have nothing to do with this."
Peter laughed. Even with his swollen lips and bruised face, he still looked diabolic.
"This is nothing compared to what I went through!" Peter yelled filled with anguish.
"I am the one who have sinned against you! I am. I was scared and foolish--- I shouldn't have left you!" he said in tears.
"And yet you did! You left me and my mom! Our world crumbled when you ran away from us," he told in pain and rage.
"I suffered... a lot! I was abused by her sex partners whom she lived with and I was constantly bullied at school because of that bitch! Do you know how hard that was? Be in constant fear, hoping to just die and escape all those miseries?"
"Oh my god! I am so sorry," dad said. Yes, no matter how angry I was at that moment, his story touched the soft side of me.
"When I learned that Sheryl was up for adoption after that bitch died, I was hopeful that you might get me back. But... you only cared for this wench!" he yelled while kicking the cage.
"I didn't know who you were at that time coz your mother's name was changed. I search for you and your mom, but no one in the old neighborhood knew where you went. I am so sorry... for all the pain that I caused you," my father cried.
Now,: it came clear to me who the man in the photo was.
My heart sank as I cried silently. To realize that we were all victims of our father's cowardice was too bitter to swallow.
Out of the blue...
"Freeze!" detective Romanov shouted. "Peter Smith, you are under arrest for kidnapping and 2 counts of attempted murder!"
As three more policemen surrounded the stage, Amanda pointed the gun at them.
"Put the gun down!" one policeman ordered as they move closer to them.
Peter panicked so he suddenly showed a clicker and threatened everyone.
"If you come one step closer, I will tear her limbs apart!" he shouted, smiling deviously.
Sheryl squealed and screamed when Peter pressed the controller and the wires tightened on her body. Blood began to drip from her torn flesh.
"Nooooooo!" I shouted.
"Stop! Stop!" my father cried.
"See?!" Peter exclaimed.
The police officers halted. Detective Romanov secretly calculated Peter's move.
"Peter, my son! Please... that's enough!" my father said distracting him.
"Your son?!" he laughed and cried. Then, with dead eyes, he looked at my father. His lips were twitching in rage.
"NEVER call me son!" he said before turning to Sheryl with an evil smile attempting to press the clicker.
Bang!
I saw Peter fell on the floor holding his bleeding hand.
Finally! The rope around me loosened up, so I took the opportunity to save my sister. I had already calculated the height of the box from the floor--- 4 meters! Easy...
I jumped using my skills in free running and went straight to Peter kicking the clicker away from him.
"Don't touch my master!" Amanda hissed as she cocked her gun and aimed at me.
"Amanda, put the gun down and raise your hands where I can see them!" Helena shouted aiming the gun at her.
"Get away from my master!" Amanda screamed ignoring Helena's order while still pointing the gun at me.
Helena fired the gun nearly shooting Amanda. She jolted and fear was all over her face.
"The next bullet will be on your head. Put the fucking gun down!" Helena commanded as she cocked her gun ready to fire.
Amanda was shaken that she tossed the gun away then raised her arms.
"Peter Smith, you're under arrest! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you!"
"I am the victim here! I am the one who suffered!" Peter screamed as the policemen handcuffed him.
"Stop playing as the victim!" Helena yelled at him.
"I know how you burned your mother alive," Helena said, clenching her teeth in disgust. Then, she turned to Sheryl crying in pain. "And how you ordered people to rape Sheryl causing her to lose her child!"
My father gasped as he shed tears in disbelief. "Son... son! What have you done?!" he said as he fell on the floor.
"Women are all lowly bitches! They are the reasons why I suffered!" Peter snarled.
As soon as I heard this, my blood began to boil. "You son of a bitch!" I screamed. I lost all my self- control. All I knew was he didn't deserve to take another breath, so I kicked him on his chest. Then, I slammed his head with my knee.
Two police officers came to pacify.
Amanda fell on her knees and began sobbing when she realized the consequences of helping Peter. "What have I done?" she whispered.
"You don't deserve to live! You piece of shit!" I yelled as as took him by his collar stained with blood.
"That's enough! Take them away!" det. Romanov ordered his men.
Helena shot the padlock of the cage before shooting the wires. Sheryl fell in my arms. I covered her shuddering naked body with my jacket while wipping her tears.
"Shhhhhh. You're safe now!" I said. My heart tightened in sympathy. She must have suffered a lot from his own brother's hands.
Our father came down running to us and hugged us tight.
"I owe you both an apology! I am so sorry!" he said.
"Dad... you owe us an explanation!" I said coldly.
He nodded while wiping his tears. Soon, the ambulance arrived.
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"We all suffer... we all fail and we all be brokenhearted..
What makes us different?
The way we see it. The way we take it. And the way we cope with it!"