Gabino's life was rapidly spiraling into crime and violence. With each petty robbery and theft, he felt more alive, more powerful. Fights with rival gangs became a ritual, a way of asserting his new identity. The once-taunted boy was now feared and respected on the streets of Zerk. But behind this facade of bravery, pain and frustration still burned brightly.
At home, the situation was different. His parents continued to look at him with contempt, as if he were the embodiment of everything that was wrong in their lives. Gabino, consumed by grief, could no longer bear their indifference. With each look of disappointment, with each word left unsaid, his anger grew, a storm waiting to break out.
That fateful night, something inside him snapped. In a fit of irrational rage, Gabino grabbed a crowbar that was leaning in a corner. He headed for the kitchen, where his mother was washing the dishes. "You'll never understand me!" he shouted, as he hit her on the head with the object. The impact was brutal, and she fell, stunned, unable to react.
His father, who was watching everything from afar, ran to protect her, but Gabino didn't hesitate. In a quick and violent movement, he kicked the private parts of the man who was supposed to be his protector, making him fall to the floor, groaning in pain. The scene that unfolded was surreal, a mixture of despair and unbridled rage. Gabino was no longer the hurt boy; he had become the executioner of his own pain.
With a blind impulse, Gabino threw himself at his father, delivering a fatal blow to the man's head. The sound of the impact echoed through the house, and his father's body lay still, his breathing becoming increasingly weak. The sight of the man who had once despised him now close to death brought a perverse satisfaction, but also an emptiness. His mother, in shock, finally managed to react and ran away, desperate, looking for help.
While Gabino waited for the police, adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. He sat next to his father, who was now lying down and unable to move. The silence in the room was deafening, and the only thing Gabino felt was a mixture of anger and indifference. He didn't care about the consequences; the only thing that mattered was the relief of having finally freed himself from the oppression he felt at home.
When the police siren began to sound in the distance, Gabino stood up. He looked one last time at his mother, hidden in the room, her eyes full of fear. "You will pay, mother," he murmured with a coldness that frightened him. "I will escape from prison one way or another. And then, I will come after you. Even if it is the last thing I do."
With a determined step, he walked to the front door and turned himself in to the authorities, at the age of 15. Deep down, he knew that the real battle was just beginning, and the shadow of his actions would follow him for the rest of his life. Gabino was ready to face whatever came, determined not to be a victim anymore, but rather the archetype of the villain that life had forced him to become.