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The Letter | Started by: Jabruu on Sep 20, '12 17:18 |
He drives up to the local bar, parks his car at the back and makes his way in, his mind is troubled, his ripped out gloves are barely keeping his hands worm. He takes a seat at the bar and waves at the barman ‘scotch double, no ice’, he takes a look around the bar, everyone is minding their own business, he spots a lady standing at the back, her beauty is memorizing. ‘Don’t even think about it’, said the barman, ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you’
with a smile, the man looks at the barman and replies ‘do what exactly?’
He arrives at an old cabin in the middle of the woods, he parks his car far enough so that he wouldn’t draw any attention and sneaks up around the back, the light on the second floor blew her cover, he makes his way in and heads straight upstairs, ‘no bodyguards… the plan worked!’ he heads in the bedroom, puts his gun on the bedside table and lies down, ‘I see you made it’ said a voice coming from the bathroom, ‘you had doubts?’ replies the man, ‘you’re just that good right?’ she makes her way out of the shower and lies down next to him, ‘we should head out now before they catch up to us!’
(Philadelphia) Twenty years later…
‘Jabruu! You’re late for work, what are you doing in the basement?’
Holding the grey box in his hands, for the first time in twenty years he has found something related to his father, he opens the box and finds a gun with a small letter that reads
‘What is this? I thought you said my dad died in a car accident’
He picks up the gun and heads to his room, takes his leather jacket, some clothing and heads to the door, ‘Don’t do this! That’s not what he wanted you to become!’ |
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It is never easy finding out the truth about something as personal as one’s own family, the thought that his own mother kept the truth away from him his whole life is not an easy burden, he knows that no matter how hard things get or how bad she hurt him he could never abandon her, but living in fear and hiding is no way to live… He’s feeling tired and restless, but too angry at her to go back, well not yet at least, what he needs now is a drink.
He heads out to the local bar; the place is filled with people, some having a good time out with friends, others drinking away their problems. ‘So, what can I do for you today?’ said the barman, ‘I’ll have a beer’, He lights up a smoke then rests his arm on the bar, ‘you’re drink sir!’ |
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