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A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Friendship
The friends continued until they reached the bench and sat down. “I’m sorry I came with her,” Harvey said. “We thought she was really concerned about you. She told me she wanted to check on you and I stupidly fell for it.” “Don’t fret over it. I have been letting her have so much power over me for many years. Maybe it is time for me to forget about her.” “Yes brother. You need to let Kali go. She will never be yours. She is not even the type of girl you need in your life. She hops from one man to another. I thought she at least cared for you as a friend but today she has proved me wrong. There is no need for you to have her in your life.” Rodney nodded. “I know. I don’t know why my heart won’t let go of her. I keep hoping that she will change one day and fall in love with me again. I don’t want to keep living like this, and yet she still continues to hold my heart. For the last few days, I haven’t thought of her a lot but now it will take a while for me to forget about her.” “Fo
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Amateur criminal
Rodney’s heart was beating fast as he drew closer to Lilliana’s room. He didn’t know if it was open or closed. When he reached the door, he looked around before reaching out to touch the door knob. He twisted before pushing. Rodney froze when it actually moved. He had not expected it. Glancing at the hallway again, he entered and quickly closed the door. Once inside, he locked it. Save for the colours, the bedroom was almost identical to his. It had a more feminine touch, the theme being purple. Because of the beautifully done interior décor, it looked and smelled so much better than his. Rodney inhaled the beautiful scent and went towards the table. A drawer was open. Rodney saw several boxes and pieces of jewellery. He lifted a necklace with a stone on it. Having lived in the ghetto with no idea of what different gem stones looked like, Rodney couldn’t tell what stone it was. He removed a shiny looking box and placed it on the table. Opening it, he saw an exquisite looking pair
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father The escape
The car moved over a smooth road. At first, they could barely hear anything other than the sound of other cars. With time, they started hearing a variety of sounds; cars, people, and several other things. The car finally stopped and the person it in stepped out. “Should we get out now?” Sara asked. “I’m tired of being cramped in here.” “It’s almost as if you prefer to enjoy life at the mansion at the expense of your son,” Rodney shot back. The stayed put for a while. The person had not made any utterance so they had no idea who it was. After waiting for about five minutes, Rodney felt sure the person was now far away from the car. “I think we should go,” Rodney said. “Are you sure about this?” his mother asked. His heart was pounding hard against his heart and his body was shaking hard. He lifted his hand and pushed the door open. Slowly, he looked out and noticed they were in a quiet parking lot. The van was surrounded by a number of empty cars. Slowly, he stepped out. Standi
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Gone
“Somebody call an ambulance,” he said as he knelt and held his mother’s head. Turning his head, he saw Alberto putting his gun back in the pocket. Everyone else was just watching. “Mother stay with me,” Rodney said as he pulled out the small phone Harvey had given him and started to dial. Suddenly, the phone was ripped out of his hands by a guard. Tears were running down his eyes. “I need to call the police. Can’t you see? My mother is dying.” “S- s-son,” his mother said weakly. “I’m,” she breathed heavily. “I’m sorry for-“ “No mom, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Give me my phone.” Rodney could see life moving out of his mother as she grew weaker and weaker in his arms. Tears were rolling down. He sobbed loudly as one of the guards pulled him away from his dying mother. Rodney struggled against the guard in vain as he was so much weaker than the big muscled man. He saw his mother’s head fall limply to the side. Rodney couldn’t stop yelling as he was dragged around the house and
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Monster
“Where is my mother?” Rodney asked.“Dead, as you will be if you continue to pester me.” Alberto Roco said, shamelessly. He walked around the room with his large hands in his pockets. He was a very tall and handsome man but in that moment, Rodney could only see a monster.“You are a sick man, Alberto Roco. You have me here already. What was the point in killing my mother?”“You are a man now, stop crying like a little baby. You need to start being more like your brother Rodrigo. Grow some balls.”“How can you be so heartless? My mother just died but you still keep taunting me. You have taken the most precious thing in my life, and you’re about to take more. You are a monster.”Alberto sighed. “Ahh whatever. I only came here to inform you that the results came out well. We are a match, son. We will be doing the final round of tests very soon.”“Go to hell.”“Alright,” Alberto said and marched out of the room. Rodney paced around not knowing what to do in the bare basement. The door sud
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father The traitor
Andrew dropped Rodney on the bed and walked out immediately. Rodney heard the key turning in the lock as he sunk into an unconscious state. He could feel his brain shutting down and the anguish in his heart. The world soon morphed into darkness as he lost consciousness. When he came to, after sometime, Rodney weakly looked around the room. It was pitch black, the only light being that which came to from the lights outside. His body was weak and he couldn’t even lift a finger. He was just lying there, staring listlessly at the ceiling when the door opened and Kara, the chef’s assistant walked in with a tray full of delicious food. She used one hand to turn on the lights forcing Rodney to shut his eyes. He opened them in bits so they could adjust to the bright light. When he fully opened them, he saw Kara setting the food on the table. One of Alberto’s men was standing at the door with a pistol in his hand. “You turned us in,” Rodney accused. “Your actions led to the death of my moth
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Welcome home
When Rodney woke up, he was in the bedroom assigned to him at Alberto’s house. He stared at the ceiling, unable to determine how long he had been out. He wasn’t sure it was the same day. He didn’t feel any different from normal so he was pretty sure he still had his kidney. A few minutes later, he was out again. When he came to, he noticed there was food and drinks on the table. Rodney managed to get himself up. He sat near the table and drank a whole glass of water. He could fell the relief as the water ran down his parched throat. He grabbed a bowl of pasta, poured sauce over it and started eating. When he finished, he grabbed a burger and quickly bit into it. He felt hungrier than normal. It had to be the drug the orderly had given him. The thirst, hunger and drowsiness were most likely some of the side effects. After eating, Rodney went and washed himself up. When he returned, he drank all the passion fruit juice that had been brought then went to lie on the bed. A few minute
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Pretty young woman
Rodney Nelson was now a millionaire. He had clean money in the bank and could live all his life without working as long as he spent well and made good investments. It was his last day at Alberto’s mansion. Alberto had tried to convince him to stay but he refused. He didn’t want to live a life surrounded by drugs, guns, violence and death. The only person he pitied in that house was Lyra who had no choice in the matter.Lyra couldn’t let go of him. She and Rodney had bonded a lot during the time he stayed there. They had even gone to see his mother’s grave together. She was the only one of his siblings he felt a connection with. The rest didn’t care if he lived or died, and honestly, he also didn’t care about them.“Leave him to go,” her mother said. She went and pulled her daughter away. “I don’t know what nonsense you have been feeding my daughter to make her stay close to you but I’ve had enough. It’s great that you are leaving.”Lyra was crying and struggling against her mother. “S
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A happy family
Emilia’s crazy party was still ongoing when Rodney returned. He packed his things, said goodbye to his drunken sister and left her with a letter warning her to be more careful and less reckless. He told her she was welcome to contact him if she needed anything. Rodney arrived in New York and went straight to Harvey’s apartment where they reunited happily. The next day, he and Harvey went to check on the companies. He was relieved to find everything running smoothly. Harvey had achieved beyond expectations. Rodney had a feeling one of the contributors was Harvey’s happiness. Since he had moved his whole family to New York, he was much happier and less worried. Although Rodney was happy to see his friend, he couldn’t wait to see his own family.Four days later, he was on a plane heading to Europe with his little sister. Lyra was more excited than he was. She couldn’t wait to see Europe. They arrived at the small French town at 10 in the night. When they knocked on the house, Rodney’s h
Gone
Alberto was killed on his first day at the maximum prison. After his escape, he had been taken to a more secure prison where he could only dream of escaping. Unfortunately for him, that was where other notorious crimes were being held, including some notorious drug lords who had been his competitors. One of them was El Monstruo. He had been sold out by Alberto two years back and he had sworn to get his revenge. When Alberto was taken to the prison he was in, he managed to bribe a guard to lace Alberto’s food with drugs. When Alberto felt weak, he sneaked in and killed him. That was how a man who had always been so cautious went down.Rodney wasn’t happy when he heard the news. He wasn’t very sad, either. He had thought he’d be overjoyed when Alberto died but he didn’t feel so. He had never really thought Alberto needed to die. He just wanted him pay for his sins. Rodney was even a bit disappointed because he had hoped Alberto would be alive to witness his downfall. He had hoped Albert
Scared
The sound of fists pounding against flesh filled the air as the Rodrigo relentlessly attacked the Rodney. Rodney had been knocked to the ground. He tried to shield himself with his arms, but it was no use. Rodrigo who was fueled by anger and resentment, continued to pummel him without mercy.“Stop it, stop it!” Rodney cried out.But Rodrigo only sneered and continued his assault, landing blows to Rodney's face and stomach. The younger man tried to crawl away, but the older and stronger one grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back, raining more blows down upon him.Finally, Rodney managed to break free and got up to his feet, gasping for breath. He wanted to leave the room, tired of hearing Rodrigo’s mocking laughter following him.Suddenly, uncle Markos came into the room and delivered a strong punch to Rodrigo’s face. Rodrigo raised his hand to strike his uncle, but Markos held his hand. Rodrigo’s strength was nothing compared to his uncle’s.“What’s wrong with you, boy?” he asked
Worst son
Alberto.“What are you doing here?” Alberto asked his son. “I’m pretty sure you’re mighty glad I’m here.”Rodney smiled. “You’re not wrong. I’m glad you’re here, where you belong.”Alberto chuckled. “So what? You came to gloat? I must warn you. I’ll not last long here so be careful about what you say or do. I might just ruin your life when I get out.”“Then I’ll make sure to enjoy the time I have while you’re stuck behind bars then. I’m enjoying this more than you think, Alberto. You know why? Because I was the one who told the police where you were.”Alberto’s lips slightly parted as the words sunk in.“That’s right,” Rodney said. “The son you think is no good actually managed to put you in jail. Alberto, the greatest drug lord whom many have tried to capture but have failed. Rodney Nelson, the good for nothing son with one kidney actually did it. The woman you killed must be very proud of her son, wherever she is.”Alberto rose and swiftly grabbed Rodney’s neck with his handcuffed h
Confined
Two weeks laterRodney was tired of being confined in Alberto’s mansion. He had reached his breaking point after begging alberto to let him go in vain. Taking care of Lyra was the only thing that gave him some comfort. One afternoon, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his sister seated on a small stool. He carefully combed through her soft, curly hair, trying to gently untangle the unruly knots.“Ow, that hurts!” Lyra protested, squirming in his grip. Her hair had been messier than before that morning.“I'm sorry, Ly, but you have to let me comb your hair,” Rodney told her, trying to be patient.He continued to comb the hair, using his fingers to gently loosen the tangles. His sister’s hair was so curly and thick, and it was a struggle to get through it all. Finally, he finished and leaned back to admire his handiwork, a proud smile spreading across his face.“I’m done now,” he said. “You have the most beautiful hair in the world.”Lyra giggled, reaching up to touch her now-smooth
The clues
Miss Jones.Miss Jones was marking her student’s maths homework after having her lunch. When she came upon Lyra Sandman’s homework, she paused, feeling mildly annoyed. She remembered the girl’s brother who had promised to call her but had ghosted her instead. She felt more annoyed at herself for flirting with him. That’s what you get for flirting with your students’ parents, she chastised herself. She decided it would be the last time she would ever do something like that.She decided to forget the brother and focus on her student’s work. She realised this was Lyra’s best work. She figured the brother must have been helping her with it. Before, Lyra’s homework was always poorly done, as if there was no responsible person to help her with it at home. She felt admiration for the man.When she reached the second last paragraph, she saw something that had been written in a smaller font in between the paragraphs.“Lives on the wrong address. Details faked. Both stuck. Most wanted dl. Don’t
Coding
Rodney stood nervously in front of the kitchen counter, staring at the different ingredients laid out before him. His teacher was a seasoned chef called Marlon Price. He worked exclusively for his father’s cartel, earning millions. He had worked on a TV station for a while and never made anything substantial so he was more than happy to work for the drug lord. Marlon stood beside him, ready to guide him through the steps of creating a delicious meal.“First, we’ll start with the vegetables,” Marlon said, picking up a large, sharp knife. “You want to chop them into small, even pieces. Like this.” He demonstrated, expertly slicing the vegetables into neat little squares.After seeing how it was done, Rodney picked up the knife and mimicked the chef’s movements, trying to keep his cuts as even as possible. His looked a hundred times worse than the chef’s. Rodney had decided to learn how to cook out of boredom. As he looked for a way of delivering Alberto to the police, he decided to do s
Hatred
Rodney was feeling a deep ache in his chest. He had been friends with Octavio for only a few days but was missing him so much. He stared out the window, watching the leaves fall from the trees. The atmosphere outside seemed so dull and lifeless, just like how he felt inside without his new friend. He curled up on bed, wishing he could just disappear and never have to face the pain of losing Octavio. He had not prayed in a long time but that night he did. He prayed for Octavio to be alive.He went and sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the dull walls of the room. Tears streamed down his face as he thought about his mother, who had been murdered in cold blood just a few months back.As he sat there, he could still hear her sweet, angelic voice in his head, telling him to be strong and to never give up. She had always been by his side but now, he felt lost and alone without her. For a dark, gloomy moment, he thought of ending it all but the thought quickly left his mind, which
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Octavio.Octavio hands were tied tightly behind his back, and he could feel the rough ropes digging into his skin. His mouth was gagged, and he felt a lot of discomfort allover his body. One of Alberto’s men stood in front of him, a cruel smile on his face. The tall burly man held a knife in his hand. He walked around for a while before turning back and moving towards Octavio. He crouched down and dragged the blade slowly across the Octavio's chest, causing the young man to flinch and writhe in pain.“You thought you could mess with the wrong people, huh?” the man sneered. “Well, you're gonna regret that. We're gonna make you pay, one way or another.”Octavio desperately tried to plead with his eyes, hoping someone would come to his rescue. But no one was coming. He was alone with his tormentor, who continued to torture him with the knife, cutting him in small, shallow wounds. Octavio couldn’t help but wonder if his uncle was okay with the mutilation. The cuts were not very serious bu
