Silence took over the room, there was coldness, raining, and thunder. "So what happened this time, Mr.Walker?" his shrink said and a calm, collected voice. "I've been having nightmares about that… day…" Mr.Walker said with a scared tone. "Do you want to talk about it Mr.Walker?" The silence took over the room again, and it seemed as if it was getting colder and colder until they could barely move. "M-Mr.Walker?" his shrink said with a cold dead voice. "We can talk about that… day," he said "It started ten months ago, around christmas"

The door to a house opens up, a man walks in carrying presents and groceries. "Hey Laura, i'm home," Mr.Walker said cheerfully, "i got our son's christmas presents and something nice for you too."  "Set our son's stuff under the tree and mine on the counter, oh and he took Rex outside for a walk." After a while of playfulness between the couple, their son came inside. "Hey dad," his son said as he threw his father a small gift, "How was work?"  There was no answer as his father was stuck on a notification on the phone, stating that they were coming for him.

Cars could be heard pulling up in his driveway, "Get in the basement right now and lock the cellar board it with everything you can!" he said in a panicked scream. "W-what why!" banging could be heard on the door as they hurried in the basement and Mr. Walker went and got weapons. As soon as he got down the stairs the door was busted open, "Johnny good to see ya," the mob boss said in a sarcastic tone "do you got the money you owe me" "I-I don't have it right now maybe i could build it up in a few months"  "You know what we said"

The mob boss pulled out a gun and said "I might have to pop a few fingers or pull a few teeth so get in my van and come talk." As soon as the mob boss stopped talking Mr.Walker swept his feet and tripped him up, and once that was done he ran upstairs and locked the door. He could hear the slow loud sound of boots walking up the stairs. He then got the idea to bust a window and throw some shoes out to trick them, then he heard and saw them outside. Then he unlocked the door and ran downstairs and started locking the doors. He held his gun steady waiting for what could happen next, waiting for a decision to come up, waiting for them to bust down the door.

As soon as he thought that banging on the back door was heard. He made sure his gun was loaded, he was prepared to die, prepared to protect his family, prepared to do anything.

Loud banging he knew he might not survive the mob coming here but he knew if he could drive them away he could save his family. "Look Johnny open the door we won't  hurt ya." He could tell they were lying through their teeth. He looked through the peephole and aimed his gun. As he pulled the trigger he could hear the mobsters say in an angry tone, "He shot the don." Johnny ran upstairs looking for ammunition. He stopped dead in his tracks frozen from fear, fear like staring the devil in the eyes. He saw a picture of his friend in captivity. He was captured by the mob and was to be killed if I didn't pay. He got the ammunition and headed down the stairs. He aimed his gun and started shooting. With a few quick shots some of the members were down, he shot the radio so they couldn't call reinforcements. He was suddenly knocked to the ground and one of the members said "You've just made war with the irish mob mate" he said with a hard irish accent "consider yourself dead." with a swift kick he knocked him down, and knocked him out with his gun.

After hours of mowing down people, he heard the basement be unlocked and forcefully opened. He heard footsteps and aimed his gun. He heard someone getting closer and closer. He aimed his gun and when they came in the he just shot. He didn't look at who he was shooting. It was his wife. He ran over to her hand held her tight in his arms. "I-im sorry I didn't see you I was scared!" She was bleeding out and said in a hoarse voice "It wasn't your fault... I love you" she had closed her eyes for him so when she dies he won't have to do it for her. "One day I'll kill them all, one day!"

A week later he was in court for custody of his son. "The child is not safe with a man who killed his own wife," Mr. Walker looked at the judge with disgust, "your son is to go into foster care and is not allowed to see you." Mr walker said in a sad tone "So yeah that's what I keep having nightmares about." He walked out to his car and had his guns ready.  Earlier this week he found the main place of the Irish mob. He set out to get revenge for what they had done. He hadn't gone to jail because he lowered the problem of the mob. To be continued...