After that night I wished I met him again because he was all I could see everytime I closed my eyes. His voice was all I could hear and I believed I would see him again.
I started sneaking around in hopes of meeting him. Even when we were eighteen, father never used to let us go around unwatched as he said it was for our safety but that didn't matter anymore but what mattered was Abramo Clark.
But then, after all that time I went through and the trouble, I'd ironically say destiny was on my side because for sure, I met him again but I wished I hadn't.
I wanted to take back time and possibly not meet him because the next time I saw him, he had the same charm, the same smirk that had intrigued me but a kill face. Abramo shot my father.
"You didn't..." I cried with nothing to do, slouching on my knees with my bleeding father on my lap.
He walked up to me and squatted next to me, small drops of blood on his face. Slowly, he lifted my head with the cold metal of his gun so that I was looking at him. "I am sorry...." He said all so sympathetically. If I didn't know him, I would say he meant it. "People like him deserve all that comes their way."
He then gently pressed his hand on my cheek, wiped my tears and walked away.
I could have yelled at him. I could have shot him as he had his back to me but I couldn't. At that moment, I didn't know what to do with him.
The slight touch he had laid on my cheek had rendered my body prisoner. My thoughts too were in his captivity.
I too rendered myself a failure. Failure to myself, to my sister and to my father. I couldn't shoot the person that had killed the only family I had.
I always said that for Erica I could do anything but I guess I had a wrong choice of words.
"Ricky.... Wake up." I woke up to Erica's voice calling me for the nth time I guess. "Wake up...." She yelled as she fell on her back next to me on bed.
I groaned and tried to push her away but she clinged to my covers.
It had been three months since the scoundrel had thought it wise to end my father's life. How Erica had moved on so fast still beat my understanding to zero. The second week after his death, Erica seemed fine already but here I was after a gazillion weeks still weeping.
Although I didn't go around sulking for a pity party, I hadn't moved on so fast. I guess just when I thought me and Erica had only gender differences, father's death showed me otherwise.
I stopped pushing her out and let her stay. We were consumed by silence, each one of us left to their own thoughts. "You miss him, don't you?" Erica finally broke it.
"Yeah..." My voice was husky, morning thing. "Do you?" I shot back at her.
"He's gone so I guess it doesn't change anything whether I do or not." She shrugged. That's just who she was. Receiving every package life threw at her with open arms. It even hurt how strong she was. Sometimes I felt like she was hiding it inside which wasn't even the case.
I immediately changed the topic. "Did you crack the codes?" I tried to sound nonchalant but my voice cracked and betrayed me.
"Yeah... And we are moving in today." She confirmed and started getting off the bed like she was leaving but she did what she always did. She pulled my covers with her. "That's why, you! my brother should wake up."
Today was the day we were planning on making a move on the scumbag who had killed our father. I know you're wondering why after all those months we have just remembered.
Abramo was most probably wise and sure that he was being hunted. His address had a code which was hard as a nut to break but with Erica's legendary hacking skills, we did.
Although Erica too thought we were just going to talk things out with him which was ridiculous by the way, I was going to kill him. The past weeks, I had been dreaming about how I would squeeze the life out of him and today was it.
We did our morning routine around the house. It was sort of not as parked as before dad left.
Most of the workers had gone ahead to work for one who replaced my father, Greg. We had seen him while growing up so we both knew he was the one to take care of us and he was fulfilling that.
Once we had our breakfast, I went back to my room not after Erica telling me how I was a girl because I took long to get ready. Little did she know what I was going to pick from my room.
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