Jack stared at me with cold eyes, filled with complete numbness. He played with the gun on his hand, that was making me nervous.

“You should sit.” He said, suddenly changing his expression into a smile. “This is going to be a long story.” He forced a laugh, pointing at the bed and resting his back against the wall.

He told me that story as if a flashback ran in his head, with all the details he could possibly say, and I could only pay attention to his cold expression.

Jack’s P.O.V.

He looked so desperate, panic really was consuming him.

I honestly didn’t give a fuck if he was my father or not, he had killed my mother, and he deserved pain.

He didn’t kill her directly, but she killed herself because of him, which is basically the same. But he didn’t deserve pain only because of that, he deserved it for everything he did to me along my life.

The place was humid, small, dark, which only made him panic more, since he was claustrophobic. I could almost feel the fear, I would make him regret.

“Jack…” He started.

“I didn’t give you permission to talk.” I said, and punched his face. “Remember when you used to tell me that? I can’t remember why you used to say that… let’s see. Oh now I remember, you used to rape me.” I laughed, punching him once more, causing a tooth to fly across the floor.

“Why are you doing this? Is it because of your mother? You obviously don’t know what she did to me.” He said, spitting some blood off his mouth, trying to get up of the chair he was tied on.

“I don’t fucking care about what she did to you, she’s dead now, you deserved it, but you deserve so much more.” I laughed, I couldn’t believe he was trying to make me forgive him. “But ok, maybe you can tell me your side of the story.” I smiled, grabbing the knife I had spared for this special moment.

“Your mom, she was a whore.” He talked fast, nervous, I just nodded. “She had a lover, and when I found out I got really, really mad at her, but I couldn’t do anything to her, I still loved her, so I killed her lover, and she…”

“Oh, you killed her lover?” My father was a rapist and now a murderer. “Tell me about how you killed him.” I smiled, grabbing one of his hands, he was old and I was much more stronger than him.

“…your mother killed herself because she found out what I did to her…” He started, he wasn’t answering my question, so I pressed the knife in the space between his nail and finger, he screamed.

“You really should answer my question while I'm not nervous.” I smiled, I would make him fear me.

“Ok ok, I will.” He said, trying to pull his hand back, I stopped. “I went to his apartment in the middle of the night and… and I grabbed a knife in the kitchen and… I cut off his head while he slept.” He said, crying. “I’m a monster Jack, you don’t deserve me as a father, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I forgive you.” I laughed, he was trying to make me feel pitty. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve your payment anymore.” I pressed the knife again, now on another finger, his screams only seemed to feed my anger. “What happened next?” I asked.

“I… I was angry, so I grabbed his head and hanged it on your mom’s bedroom window, she was at a friend’s house that night, and… and the rest you already know.” He said, with his head down. “I don’t know what happened, maybe she felt threatened, scared, so she… she hanged herself with a bedsheet.” He cried, he shouldn’t cry now.

“You’re a monster daddy.” I felt even more angry, so I ripped his nail off, laughing at his screams. “How did you feel after you did that? Superior? Like a god? This world corrupted you, you tell me of how she was a whore, but you were just like her, all the bitches you fucked, all the drug dealers you bought drugs from, they all corrupted you, they all deserve to die, deserve pain, just like you.” I shouted, completely ripping his finger off, what unfortunately stained my shirt.

He fucked my childhood. He messed with my whole life, it wasn’t only his fault, it was everybody’s fault, it felt like the entire world was against me, it felt like when I turned around, everyone would walk into the shadows and make plans to screw my life. People had to see how fucked up the world was, how people ruin their own lifes. I had to show them, I had to show everyone they live with monsters.

I walked around the old man, while he cried and covered his bloody hand with his shirt, with his other hand still tied on the chair. I moved closer and placed the knife on his neck.

“No one will ever love me because of what I’m going to do now.” I started to slide the knife. “Everybody will see me as a monster.” I whispered, while his blood started to come out of his throat. “No one will ever understand me.” He now tried to scream, but he was being drowned by his own blood. “But maybe after all you did to me, you showed me who I really am.” I said, smiling as the last sign of life disappeared and the last tear dropped from his cold face.

I looked at my hand and at the headless man sitting in front of me. I tried to cry, but all I could do was smile. The rusty smell of blood filled the cellar and I felt weird, as if his soul would stay with me forever, haunt me forever, until the moment I wouldn’t take it anymore.

I climbed the stairs and closed the cellar door. I walked along the house staring at all of those photos of that happy family. I tore all those photos apart, removing everything that made me remember of him and burned all the pieces.

The world was blind, and it would pay with his own blood.

Alex’s P.O.V.

He finished that story, no tears, no smiles, only numbness. Somehow, I understood him, I could understand his anger, but what he did, still wasn’t right.

“You still think I’m a monster don’t you?” He finally smiled, placing the gun next to his head.
“Jack… Jack what are you doing?” I wanted to tell him I loved him, even if he was a monster, but it was too late, all I could do was jump against his body.

He pulled the trigger.