BOY MANIAC

Chapter 2

He cleared his throat and adjusted his red polka-dotted tie. After taking a deep breath, he put the cigar to his lips, filling the room with its strong smell. He left slowly, and his heavy footsteps echoed in the quiet. Meanwhile, I struggled against the cold metal restraints, desperately trying to break free, but it was hopeless.

A few minutes later, two men walked in. One was the bald guy and the other was the burly guy in a red T-shirt. Their presence felt overpowering, and their expressions were serious.

"Do you even know what that chair you're sitting on is?" the bald man asked, his voice filled with fear.

I shook my head slowly, feeling a sinking sensation in my stomach.

“It is an electric chair.”

“What?”

I exclaimed

"Well, now you do. So, you better pray with all your might that your father shows up in the next five minutes, or else I'll turn on the electricity and end your life," he threatened, pointing his finger at me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as fear and confusion took over. I managed to ask the question that weighed heavily on my mind, "Why are you doing this to me?"

A cruel smile appeared on his face as he answered, enjoying his cruelty, "Why am I making you suffer like this? Well, my dear, since you're meant to die, let me explain. Your useless father heartlessly hit my unsuspecting son with his car, leaving him alone and helpless on the road. And now, because of him, my son's life is ruined forever; he'll be in crippling pain for the rest of his days."

I raised my eyebrows and felt a lump in my throat.

"My dad? No way! He would never do something so evil."

"NooOOH! My dad would never do something so evil," he imitated.

"Well, he did, you i***t. And now it's time for payback. I want him to suffer for what he did to my son. I want him to experience the pain of seeing his son suffer."

"Boss, he's here," a new person interrupted.

"Let him come in."

Four unknown individuals entered, three of them carrying guns, while the fourth held a black briefcase.

"Stiles!" the man with the briefcase yelled.

"Dad!" I cried out, watching as the briefcase slipped from his hands. He came towards me with a crooked smile, embracing me tightly. His breath, heavy and labored, touched my face as he breathed out heavily as if he had just finished a tough marathon. He bit his lower lip, tears welling up in his warm, brown eyes.

"Enough!" a voice interrupted. It was the bald, bossy man with an angry expression. He rubbed his rough mustache under his small nose and shouted,

“Now go pick up that box and hand it over like a gentleman.”

Reluctantly, my dad let go of me and slowly went over to pick it up. He moved slowly and clumsily as he grabbed hold of it and handed it over.

"Nice job," the boss praised, patting my dad on the back.

"Can we go now?" my dad asked tiredly, his eyes looking worn out and red.

"Not until I check if the box is okay."

"Skylar!" the boss shouted.

"Yes boss," one of the guys answered.

"Check the box."

"Okay, boss."

Skylar opened the case and looked at its contents in surprise, then quietly said, "Boss, half of the box is filled with cold hard cash, and the other half is full of loose change."

"Change?" the boss questioned.

"Yes, boss."

"Listen, you," the boss said to my dad.

"Are you sure that the money in this case is all there?"

"Yes, it is," my dad replied confidently.

"Let me warn you, you'll be sorry if I find out the money in this case isn't complete. So, let me ask you one more time, is it complete?"

My dad said, 'Yes, it is.'"

"If that's so boys, grab him," he ordered.

My dad screamed as the armed men rushed towards him, forcefully pushing him down.

The bald man said, "It's time." The burly man placed a cold metal plate on my head, securing my legs tightly with straps and attaching thick cables. Panic filled my mind, and my heart raced like a hungry lion trapped in a cage. Fear overwhelmed me as I dreaded the uncertain future ahead.

I desperately hoped that my fears were wrong. God, please save me.

The bossy man whispered in my ear, "Now, you'll feel the same intense pain my son did."

I pleaded, tears streaming down my face, as I pulled at the restraints, "Please don't kill me... let me go..."

"How old are you, kid?" he asked, with a cruel smile on his face. I tried to respond, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate.

"I said, how old are you? You fool!" he shouted.

"I... I'm sixteen," I stammered, my voice trembling and my lips shaking as I finally managed to speak.

"I'm sorry you'll die young for something you didn't do," he said sadly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his head in disapproval.

"Please, let my son go! I've given you what you asked for," my dad begged, tears in his eyes as he fought against the people holding him.

"What did you say? Oh, you think you've given me what I want? Well, what I want from you, is something that will haunt you forever," he replied, his voice rough and threatening.

"Why are you doing this?" my dad asked, desperately wanting an answer.

"People who don't think ask silly questions. But don't worry, you'll understand soon enough," he replied, confidently walking towards a red lever. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he reached out to pull it.

"Please, spare my son's life," my dad begged, tears streaming down his face.

"You should have thought about that before you hurt my son," he sneered in response.

"Your s..." my dad tried to say, but was quickly silenced.

"Shut up!" the bald man yelled before my dad could finish.

"No! Don't! No!!!!!" my dad screamed as the bossy man tightened his grip on the lever and slowly pulled it.

"Dad, help!" I shouted, trying to break free from the chains, wriggling desperately.

"Leave my son alone!" My dad yelled, tears pouring down his face as he struggled against the people holding him captive, desperately attempting to escape.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" The bossy man's laughter pierced the air, each sound abrupt and sharp. Then, with a serious expression, he spoke in a low, rough voice.

"Sorry, son. I never wanted it to come to this. But this is my way of getting back at your father. This is what I believe in – revenge."

And with those words, he pulled the lever.

"Ah!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the room as a strong shaking rattled my body. Holding onto the chair's armrests tightly, a mixture of pain and fear overwhelmed me. It felt as if bolts of lightning were hitting me from every direction, sending chills down my spine. I sensed my soul drifting away as if disconnected from my physical body. But unexpectedly, the intense pain that consumed me gradually lessened, replaced by a numbing coldness. Tears streamed down my face as darkness descended, slowly blurring my eyesight. My eyelids grew heavy, closing gently as I gave in to the darkness.