It was late afternoon when the plane we were on landed. There was an SUV waiting outside, and three of them lined up waiting for me and Dane to get out. The rush of wind hit my body in the cold breeze of Chicago.
I crack my neck as I walk by the black car. Dane was behind me and walked like he owned the whole city of Chicago. I put my hands in my pocket as the men greeted us.
"We will take you both to the port, where Trace is waiting for you." I nodded to the old man. I gave him a look, threatening him that if he didn't keep my gun safe, I'd skin him alive.
We have the rule that once we depart an area, the guard is going to collect our gun and examine it. For some reason I find this weird, but I don't have it against their rule.
"I'll keep it safe, T." He spoke with a firm voice. I handed him my gun, which was enough for him to trust his word. Dane also does the same.
"Are you really an artist?" Dane asked beside me out of the blue. I looked at him, confused.
"What?" I asked. He crooked his head and looked at me from head to toe like he was judging my appearance.
"If I didn't know you, I would think you were a drug lord." I gave him a what-the-fuck look. He pointed at my arm covered by my leather jacket. "Look at your tattoos; you have them on your hands too. Aren't your fans wondering about you?" He asked me.
"Why would they? They love me." I said irritably, and he shoved his finger away from me. "Stop pointing your finger at my art, Dane," I said, sighed, and rested my hands on my nose. This fucker annoyed the hell out of me. That's why I want to work alone because he always pisses me off. The guy on my side was watching us and didn't have any emotion plastered on his face.
"I was just stating the fact," he shrugged. I lowered my hand and looked at him listlessly.
"Then shut your mouth, Dane, or I'll rip it off," I said boldly.
"Chillax, T. '' He said and put his hand in his pocket. I was just testing you. You seem off. How will you handle those bastards if you can't concentrate?" He said this to me with the same intense gaze as my eyes. I sighed and calmed myself down.
Fuck!
"I'm fine," I said, getting away from the topic. Once I collected all my posture and embraced the concentration slowly creeping into me,
"Sure you do. Just put aside your problem with your girlfriend and focus on the task. Trace might not be happy about it if he sees you like that. He patted my back and got in the car first. The guy looked at me and gestured with his hand to come in.
"You need to be on trial, T. Concentration is a must. Fire a lot of guns in the shooting area." I gritted my teeth and got inside the car. Dane was asleep when I got in, and his arms were folded in front of his chess. Once I got in, he closed the door, and the car moved, following the two cars behind us.
The darkness of the night slowly comforted me. I rested my head on the backseat and breathed. I love the night. Because the night closes, the light is full of lies and hatred of people. The night somehow hides it to calm people's minds, but others are afraid of the night because they don't see that they are safe. Maybe it depends on a person's ability to handle the light in the dark and how the dark protects them.
Bush in the woods and the night crawl The moon is hiding beneath the clouds. Afraid of something it might see and people might judge, he closes the door behind him and lets the angry capture him.
Back when I was a kid, People don't have a heart if they hurt someone by the way they act and speak. They don't mind if the person gets hurt. I was raised by my mom. She was a caretaker of the house and nanny of the mansion. while I'm being a gardener in the mansion.
The owner inside the house was mad, as was the devil himself. She always hit my mom, hurting her, punching her, and my mom endured all of it, all the pain just for me. Just for us to keep living and have decent food inside our tummies
I want to report this to the police, but every time I do, they threaten to kill my mom. My mom has bruises, and I'm so mad every time they hit her. Then one day, out of nowhere, My anger pushes me to do the things that criminals do. I killed them. I killed them while they were peacefully asleep, and I plunged the knife into their hearts. I did that again and again, stabbing here and stabbing other parts of their body. My vision was dark. I felt so bad and out of control that I didn't know what I was doing and had no control over my body. All I wanted at that time was to let my anger out. My mom saw it; she was terrified of me, and I dropped the knife I was holding, and it hit the carpet. could not believe what happened. The white shirt I was wearing was full of blood.
I remembered the fear in mom's eyes. Instead of pushing me away, she hugged me and cried for me. She was crying helplessly. She blames herself for what happened. After all that, I just realized that Mom was taken by the police, and the agency took me to be sent to an adoption house. They didn't believe that I killed Mom's owner. They always tell me.
"Don't cover up your parents' sins; you're lucky your mom didn't sympathize with you; otherwise, you'd be dead now."
I want to rip that filthy mouth off of him for saying bad things to my mom. But they're wrong. I'm the one who needs to be sent to jail; I'm the one who suffers, not my mom, who was sentenced to death, and all I just did was cry and shout, and I was dying to see my mom. I ran away, but they always caught me and brought me back to the orphanage.
I didn't blame myself for doing that because they deserve it, but I blamed myself because Mom covered me up so the police wouldn't get me and put all the blame on her.
She chose to save me.
They judge my mom in front of me. I was in front of the court during the trial. She was looking at me and crying, but she seemed different. The last word that I have from her ripped my heart in so much pain.
"It's not your fault. We make mistakes sometimes, Grail. But always remember, we can learn from it. Don't blame yourself for what happened. It all happens for a reason, and I want you to promise me to continue living. Continue striving because I will always guide you. I love you, my little prince."