November 30 - December 1, 2021
Words: Favour, Constant
I had friends. They have a rough appearance and intimidating looks. They treat me like a member of their group. Hanging out with friends, going out drinking, and chatting with women. I felt like I was needed in the first time in my life
When they first approached me, they treated me like garbage, shoving me to the wall and threatening me. They demanded money. Shivering, I reached into my wallet and pulled out a large amount of money.
Their eyes glimmered. The group of thugs looked at each other, nodding as if they had the same thought. The blonde, the group's leader, wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He suggested that I join his group. He said he saw the potential in my eyes, that I could change from timid to brave. They beamed at me.
It was suspicious. They are after the money I have. I knew that, yet I accepted his offer. At that time, I felt glad that someone needed me to the point that I was on the verge of tears.
One year after that, our relationship remained the same. Them asking favors, me fulfilling them. It was a dull relationship. But, it felt genuine to me during those times. I was naive.
I met a girl. She had long, curly brown hair, long eyelashes, A beautiful smile, and a wonderful personality. She was gorgeous, it captivated my youthful heart
One day, I asked the group a favour. I told them that I wanted to become close to a girl in their class. They asked if they were going to be properly compensated. I reassured them by waving money. They took the offer with a grin on their faces.
The next day, they informed me to come to a warehouse. When I arrived, what came before me enraged my soul. The girl I was Interested in was pinned down by the blonde, licking her neck while she was bound by ropes. I tightly clenched my fists until my nails pierced through my skin.
The blonde noticed me, pausing his immoral act. The girl, terrified, followed his gaze. Her eyes widened.
"The guest of honor finally arrived," he said, caressing the girl's face. Tears fell from her eyes, wriggling out of his grasp.
"I like it when they squirm. How about you?" he grinned, looking at me as if I agreed to this.
"What are you doing!?" I roared.
"You asked for help to get close to this woman, no?"
"This was not what I wanted!"
"But we did as you said, no?" he mocked. "Where's our compensation?"
"You're not receiving one"
The group glared at me. The blonde raised his head, signaling the others. To my surprise, I was held by two guys. The blonde caressed the girl's lips, smiling.
"Then, I'll take her as compensation," he said, licking the girl's tears.
"NOOO, STO---" I yelled, however, was interrupted when they covered my mouth.
"Sit there and watch what happens if you don't properly compensate us," he said, licking his lips.
I was forced to witness such an atrocious act before me. I couldn't do anything. I should not have asked them for favors, I should not have associated with them in the first place, I should not have been so naive. They are not my friends. They are but thugs threatening a weak little boy.
The next day came. My eyes were red from crying last night. I walked through the school hallway with a glare, on my way to the thugs classroom. The students passing by had strange looks.
I slammed the door open, catching everyone's attention. The blonde, with crossed legs, greeted me as if nothing happened. It was the same with the other members. The girl I was interested in was absent. Seeing that, I let out a sigh of relief.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. The teacher came in, questioning my business. I glared at the blonde. With no hesitation… pulled out the gun I hid. I shot the blonde. Everyone screamed, blood splattered everywhere.
As the teacher tried to stop me, I moved on to my next target. A bullet landed on a person who wore a hat, he was one of the thugs who held me. I move to the next target. A bullet pierced the skull of a person who wore a golden watch, he was the one who held down the girl's wrists.
After my third shot, the teacher finally reached me, preventing me from shooting.
I took the lives of three people… It was not enough. Everyone in the group deserves death. In the end, I was in custody of the police awaiting judgment.