"So dad are we leaving with these bodies on the floor ?"
"No we can't touch them too much, investigators could get fingerprints off them if we do, so let's just leave them like that, hurry up kid if you need me I'll be in the car."
"Ok, dad I'll make it quick ." My dad wandered towards the car while I was already on my way to my room, but while I was walking to my room upstairs I stopped in the middle of the stairway.
"Why didn't my dad say anything after I shot that guy in the head multiple times...
I haven't even thought about it afterward, is there something wrong with me?"
I then looked down at my used-to-be polished black shoes.
"Dammit I have to finish, can't just stand here the whole time, let's go get my stuff ."
I quickly stepped up the few steps I had left and speed walked to my room, there was nothing special about this house it's just, I was always alone. I kicked off the closed door breaking the door lock on the wall since I'm making a hard decision to burn this place down to get rid of the evidence so even if I did move the bodies, would it matter if I'm just going to burn this place down, no.
Long story short, I grabbed all my stuff and got to the car and I went back and grabbed a can of gasoline, I started at my room walking down the stairs. I had to be careful not to slip and splat on the floor. I got a lot on the bodies so that they don't just look like burned corpses but more like fucking pieces of charcoal.
Walking to the car I looked at my dad with an angry look on my face, pissed off at the fact that I had to burn down my castle just so that I can stay clean.
"Dad, can I borrow your lighter ?"
"Sure son, is all this making you want to smoke, cos I got cigars too ."
He handed me a black lighter from the driver seat window.
"No dad I don't have an empty can of gasoline in my hand for no reason ."
Turning away from the car something white on the lighter catches my vision. Written in bold, white letters it said (Keep on living, keep on loving.)
As I was walking I started to tear up the words on the lighting device, just being a quick remembrance of one of my friends I lost in the army. But they always said, don't make friends in the war, you might just lose them the next day. As I approached the short trail of gasoline leading out of the house I try to wipe off the tears but it just kept coming until I started to cry I got on my knee and I lit the trail quickly racing through the house my tears fell into the trail of fire, I slowly got up and walked to the car wiping off the tears from my cheeks.
I opened the door and my dad stared at me with eyes full of sympathy. I slammed shut the door and threw the lighter in the cabinet.
"Son, do you want to talk about it ?"
I crossed my arms and turned my head towards the window and stared out it seeing my reflection.
"No dad just drive, please ."
It was a quiet drive till my dad said.
"Son you know you can talk to me about anything. "
Still in the same position as before.
"Dad, it's about the war ."
"Is this about Daniel again?"
"Yes dad, it's always about Daniel, and what happened that day."
"Just be glad you won the war, and he died for his country, I wouldn't mind dying for my country ."
He put his hand on my shoulder, I turned his way and saw that tears were busy rolling off of his cheeks, I felt guilty so I asked him.
"Dad, why are you crying ?"
"I was in the military to son ."
"How can I forget ."
"Yeah well I never told you I also had friends in the military, they all died, if it wasn't for that child, if I only hit him in his head he wouldn't have alarmed the guards. "
He slammed his fist against the steering wheel out of pure regret and hate, still focusing on the road.
"Luckily the fighter choppers came in and rescued me, otherwise your old man wouldn't be sitting next to you ."
"Yeah ."
"A few months later we went out again and we lost three men, luckily I wasn't friends with them, then I would be mentally scared even more than I am right now, Max went with me, he saved my life he jumped in just when a guy was about to shoot me in the head, I was noble to that dog, I treated max like a person, I loved him. When I got back, well you know what happened after I came back home to you and your mother ."
"Yes, two months later Max was run over by a truck, and seven months later Mom died of cancer ."
" Dad can we just be quiet for the rest of the trip, I don't want to be reminded about that stuff, although you already got me thinking about it ."
"Me to son."
Dads POV
"I CANT KEEP IT IN ANY MORE IM JUST, I MISS MY WIFE!!!"
Previous POV
My dad burst out in tears and he tried to cover his face, but he was too busy focusing on the road....That was the first time I saw my dad cry.