A middle aged man lay roughly on his couch, his haggard eyes and sunken state, shows his crippling problem.
He smells drunken as he mutters in his half-sleep state.
"Veronica..."
A womans name, considering the emotion the man conveyed it seems to be special.
However, a shock befall him as the door suddenly opened.
He fell down the couch and stood angrily on the commotion.
On the door was an police officer. However, due to his sleepless and drunken state he didnt know it was an officer.
"What the fuck' are you doing huh?! It's fucking morning, you keep shit."
The police man raised his eyebrows on the sudden vulgarity, however observing the man was drunk he calmly ignored it.
"Are you Minton? This is the police, we are here to ask of your son, Raf."
The drunk middle aged man, Minton, suddenly stood still and cleared his eyes on the sudden drop of bombshell.
"P-p-police officer?"
"Yes, sire Minton."
"A-ah I didn't do any shit ha!"
Minton panickly shouted.
"Calm down, sire Minton. We are here to ask about Raf."
"That good for nothing'? That fucker didnt even return home for many weeks, and now hes going to give me a shit of trouble? Fucking hell."
The police man was uncomfortable with the vulgarities, he proceeded to continue his mission.
"I am sorry to tell you, however, Raf is dead."
"...."
A tense silence proceeded on the confrontation between two peopl.
"Hahahahhaahahah, You gotta be kidding me, that son of a bitch is dead?"
The police man gave a sudden glare to Minton, he was uncomfortable enough on the vulgarities however the laugh to a dead person is what triggered the glare.
"This is a serious matter."
"W-w-what?!? O-i this gotta be a joke right!?"
Minton laughed maniacally, in disbelief he felt tears slowly forming in his face, he was going insane.
The police man bid farewell, and hurridly got off.
"Ahahaah...even my son left me."
Tears fell down on his haggard eyes, he was laughing in pure disbelief and shock.
If Raf were to see this he would be in disbelief, that useless drunk father actually cried for his death?
It wasn't that unbelievable.
Minton bawled and griefed, as his son the one person he has as remembrance to his wife left him.
The world was fucking with him, the only person he had beside him was gone.
"It is my fault...look at me now Veronica. I'm completely different from my former self."
He knew that it was his doing on why his son left him from home, his son couldnt take his miserable self.
He was repulsive and depressed, he was unstable on the divorce, and Raf was telling him to overcome it like it was nothing.
He grew with anger and impulsive desire to hurt him.
His thoughts were, do you fucking think this is a shitty joke?
Are you belittling your father you piece of shit?
Like demons converged in one place, his mind twisted every intention Raf intended.
Recalling it now, Minton, suddenly fell in pure depressed sadness.
The neighbours heard a maniacal laughter coming from a wooden house.
…
I'm going to call this guy, A-killer since his the first person I recognize.
I followed the A-killer to where he would go, and aha, he was going to an abandoned shack. It was quite hidden though.
The gang-killer knocked on the door and called out.
"Hey!"
A rough voice was heard from the door opposite.
"Password."
"Watch the world burn."
The door opened and a large bald man welcomed the gang-killer.
On the sofa, A man with black hair and sunglasses called out to the A-killer.
"How is it?"
"It's done boss."
A-killee saluted in an respectful manner, in turn the man with black hair and sunglasses, coupled with lavish clothes, throwed some dollars into him.
"Good good, that's what independent punks get."
The other people in the room trembled in the tyranny of the black haired man.
I was angry at this guy's indiffrence towards life, and he killed me and laughed it off like that? Oh shit sherlock I'm going to make this guy suffer.
Observing the room I recognize some people that was with A-killer yesterday, however, I memorized their faces and left the shack, of course.
Not before I go to A-killers back and throw a stone onto that black haired tyrant.
As the room tensed with silence, a stone was thrown to the boss.
"Argghk!!"
It hit right into the forehead as blood gushed out.
""Boss!""
Countless called out the same time, and rushed in to help.
I left immediately, last thing I heard was a sudden question on who was the one that throwed it.
…
Minton was sitting infront of an patients door, specifically Raf's door.
A doctor with a white coat walk towards him. However, he didnt notice in his dazed state.
"Are you sir Minton?"
"...."
"Hello, sir?"
"A-ah! yeah."
Minton snapped out of his daze, like wise the doctor was confused and and figured it out.
"I am sorry for your loss, sir Minton. However, unfortunate circumstances led to believe that he died during the night stabbed by a metallic knife. I don't need to go to specifics."
"A-ah no It's okay."
"Again, I am sorry for your loss sire Minton. Also we will let you decide if you will do a memorial service for your son."
Minton blankly stared into the air when he heard his son got stabbed, It seems to be a fight of sort.
Hearing memorial service, he remembered he barely has any money left. He spent it all on his alcoholic drinking.
Goddammit, even on my son' death I can't even do anything.
He pushed the memorial service aside for a moment and remembered the details of his sons death.
He decided to go to the Police Station for the investigation.
…
"We suspect sir Minton that your son was in a gang fight. It seems your son also has some records of theft, here and there."
Minton smiled deprecatingly on his own incompetentness, forcing a son to steal for a living?
If there was a definition of a horrible father, he is.
Pushing aside his self deprecation, his intestines were burning in pure rage of the gang fight. Veins were throbbing in his bald head.
"Th-those fucking bastards...!!"
He slammed his hands into the table and grabbed an item to throw, however an officer restrained him.
"Let me go! Fucking hell!"
Officer Humbleberry came in and knocked some sense into him.
"This is a police station, there should not be any commotion here."
Hearing that, Minton calmed down and breathed.
The officer holding him is directing question to Officer Humbleberry in his eyes.
"Release him."
The officer backed down as he released his interlocked arm.
Minton was ready to leave, howeever Humbleberry called to him wit a glare.
"Don't do anything."
Ignoring it, Minton left the station with burning rage and hatred.
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