Mafially Yours

8

I watched the sky rain for hours. Even the weather was gloomy that day. Nothing could be seen from the window in my room other than the raindrops hitting the glass, creating another form of water rolling down my cheeks.

How can one second of life change everything?

His face never left my thoughts, my father lying on the ground lifeless, breathless in a puddle of blood. And how it was all my fault. Maybe if I waited with him, they wouldn't have killed him. Maybe if I told him to rush inside the house, they wouldn't have realised that we had arrived. What made them wait for me to enter the house? And who are they? Why did they have to kill him? What business allows killing? All these questions needed answers, and I wasn't going to wait to find them.

I wiped my cheeks, taking a deep breath to try and calm down the anger that grew suddenly, like the flame that touched gasoline. I scanned the room as if my eyes were looking for something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I needed answers. My eyes found the table in the middle of the two loveseats in the corner of the room. I searched on it for any papers, any clues, but I found nothing. I hurried to the desk at the other end of the room. The drawers that opened were empty, and the ones that didn't open needed a key. I kept that in my head to figure out later. I opened the closet and searched for anything that could tell me about what happened. Who killed my dad? Why did he get killed? But nothing was there. To my surprise, though, I found clothes. I found my father's clothes but also found women's clothes.

Did he live here?

I searched his pockets, trying to push away my father's smell that made its way to my nose, awakening some feelings that flamed my anger even more. I felt my heart hurt, feeling like someone was stabbing me several times. I searched the women's clothes as well but also found nothing. All these women's clothes were new with their tickets, and that made me wonder if Huncho bought these clothes for me. I hurried to look for Huncho. But I didn't find him in his room. I frowned. He told me he would be there. I searched everywhere. I even looked in the kitchen and made sure no one was in the bathroom. After a long search, I decided to just get back to my room. But on my way back, I remembered him telling me not to enter his office, no matter what happened. Sure, he warned me not to enter, but I didn't hesitate before turning the knob. What I saw made my heart sink.

An enormous portrait of my father, from head to toe, from ceiling to floor, was hung on what appeared to be a door. But the closer I got to it, the more I realised it was just a part of the wall that had been breached.

Is this a secret door? Did they forget to close it?

I found the steps as I peered behind it. I concentrated for a few seconds, and I thought I heard voices down there. I looked behind me, then back at the stairs. I went down the steps on my tiptoes. The more steps I took, the clearer the voices were, and the faster my heartbeat became. The stairwell was pitch black.

"Yeah, I like that," I recognised Huncho's voice. I took the last step and gasped. My eyes refused to blink, and my lungs refused to welcome oxygen into my body. The room was filled with machines, each on a different table, and each table had a man in front of it, wearing white goggles. I spotted Damien and Fred walking from table to table, but when my eyes landed on Huncho my heart sank. I wasn't sure if I feared him seeing me here because he told me not to get in here or if I was just terrified of being in a place like this. I made sure I hid behind the wall that separated the stairs and the room itself, but the top of this wall was transparent. What shocked me wasn't all of that. What shocked me was the white power that filled the room.

I examined the room for a few moments, praying that this movie scenario wasn't what I thought it was. Huncho was walking throughout the room, inspecting each piece of equipment, pointing things out, and providing orders to each man."The only reason why you want to leave this room is either for the bathroom or you will knock on my door the following few seconds." Huncho's words, when we were talking yesterday, rang in my ears as I watched him go back and forth in the room. How many people work under him? I kept watching the closest man to the stairs, observing the steps he took, from taking out the white power from a bag to placing it back into a smaller Ziplock. I was observing, and wondering what they were doing until Huncho's eyes met mine. I gasped.

He looked at me for a couple of seconds. His face held no emotions, so I didn't know if I should simply walk in and act like nothing happened or run and pretend I was never there. Instead, I didn't move. My body got cold, and my body started shaking when he looked at the man he was talking to, nodded a couple of times, and then made his way towards me.

Okay, now I'm dead.