My father dies today—we’ll see what my mother chooses.
I decide to go to the side entrance, the one that's normally used by staff.
I was told that both security and staff have been dispatched, the staff moved to safety.
Gliding inside the door, I take slow and cautious steps through the staff quarters, then to the left to mount the stairs.
My parents don’t sleep together, so visiting my father’s room first is my best bet.
One of the ZYGOS team members is glued to my side, gun at the ready. My own piece is cocked and ready to go.
I make my way into my father’s bedroom. He's alone, fast asleep and snoring softly.
I stride up to him, rapping the butt of the gun on his forehead to wake him. I do have something to say before he dies.
“What is happening? Who...? Son?” he asks in a sleepy voice.
“Time to meet the Reaper, Father. Before I kill you, I want to tell you how much I despise you. Letting your men rape me to try and make me feel... well, that was a huge mistake. All the abuse and horror. You disgust me.”
His eyes go hard. “You are a freak of nature. You always have been. I don’t regret a single thing.”
You're a pathetic coward. I’m going to enjoy watching your head explode like a watermelon.” I smile, something he’s not used to seeing.
“You don’t have the guts, you little punk.” Russian curses leave his mouth, his eyes blazing.
Raising the gun, I aim for his skull. But before I can pull the trigger, a feminine gasp comes from behind me.
Without taking my eyes off my father, I ask, “Mother, you may want to step out for this. Before you do, though, I have one question for you: Come with me, or die with him?”
My mother sobs from behind me. “I will always choose you, my son. I've been waiting for this day. To get out from under this suka is my pleasure.”
My brow raises. My mother never curses.
The ZYGOS guy murmurs to her, and I hear them both walk into the hallway.
Without any more preamble, I shoot the son-of-a-bitch right in the forehead. His brains splatter the wall behind him.
I hum in satisfaction.
Walking out of the room, I take my mother’s hand. “Time to go.”
Trikk
My heart hammers in my chest as I listen to what the team members are telling me.
We've pulled up near the house. Security is gone, thank fuck.
Gulping, I open the car door and walk to the front door of the house. The ZYGOS guy is right behind me, gun in hand.
I manage to get inside, and to my parents’ room.
My palms are sweating, almost making me lose my grip on the gun.
Easing open the bedroom door, I stop cold, staring at the two figures in the bed.
Fuck.
I can’t fucking do this.
