Italian Revenge

It was my sixth birthday; my parents had gotten me an Al Pacino birthday cake. While they were all singing happy birthday to me, there was a knock at the door. It was the Police, knowing what was about to happen I ran to my room. I heard a bunch of yelling, then two bangs. I slowly opened the door to see the horrifying sight of my parents bleeding to death. After that, I had nowhere else to go, so I lived on the streets. I went through school every year a kid who was disliked and got into a lot of trouble.

When I was about eighteen years old I got a few friends, but I knew these friends were troublemakers even more than I was. But I didn’t have any friends so I chose them. We split apart when I went to college as they stayed back for another year. In college right away I made a bunch of friends, I played football, basketball, and starred in track. I was in college for about five years, and then I got my diploma. After that I got a job and that was it.

One day at the shop I met a lady about my age, I knew right then that she was the one. I took her out to a nice restaurant for dinner one night, after a couple of years we got married and had kids. I was now a family guy. It was my son’s tenth birthday he was tall and played even more sports than I did. That night the cops had showed up at the door, only to tell me that all of my high school friends had been killed in a mob war.

I wanted revenge, so the next day I went to the local mobsters and said I want in. They let me in only because they knew who I was and knew my father personally. After a few months of killing people sending stuff, buying stuff I knew it was time to get revenge. I stocked up on all of the guns I could find and headed out. I ran into a couple of my college friends on the way there; they were a part of the enemy mobsters, so I told them to bring me to the one who is in charge.

When we got there I was starting to think it was a bad idea, but I still felt like I had to do it. I went to the boss and asked to speak in private; everyone in the room had left so now it was my turn. I had a silencer on my gun so no one could hear the loud bang. I walked out of the room with one gun in each hand pointed in two directions. I shot almost everyone in the room, and then I feel the blood gushing out of me. I fall to the ground, I look up to see who it was, and it was my wife. I feel so stupid; I should’ve known that this was going to happen sooner or later.