I didn’t realized how prejudice the world is today, until now, I went to my local convenience store, I walked in grabbing a candy bar and walking up to the cash register and paying, I walked outside to see, a group of African Americans with caucasians wearing 2 different colours, One wearing red and the other wearing blue, First thing that came to my mind was gang members and I better get the heck out here, I fled in terror as I here screaming and gun shots. I started to run as i got further away from the horrible scene of intolerance, just because some colours.
I got back to my apartment, fumbled with the keys trying to unlock the door. I opened the door to my wreck of a house, old food on the table beer cans laying everywhere. I went to the bathroom to wash my face off and try to get the images of gun shooting out of my head. Then again, I have more things to worry about. I stared at myself in the mirror, looked deeply into my eyes, concentrating, trying to find a way to get out of this dump. I had to get away, I couldn’t stay with my friends because they have slowly disappeared over the years and some of them have worse houses then me. My parents’ house was my only refuge. I dialled the number, My parents’ butler picked up, “Awe, Yes Master William, I’ll get the Head Master as soon as possible”
I never really liked Chauncey but he was there when my dad was away “doing business”. My dad is a wealthy “business” man, he deals with people’s money and the people. He’s an Italian mob leader named “Tony Fortino” and my dad despises the French one word of French and he goes nuts, never liked them and never will, my grandma was the same. My mother “Gladius Fortino” I don’t know this one as much as I knew the other 6 but this one, I don’t even know her middle name let alone her background or even where my dad met her.
“Ahh, Willy what can i do for yea?”
“Tony, Im having financial problems and I need a place to stay for a lil while, can I stay with you?
“Of courrrse you can stay with me, you’re my little boy. I’ll have Chauncey come pick you up at the train station with the limo”
“Whatever pap, see ya in a bit”
I stood there looking like a total idiot, in the middle of January with no jacket, no hat, no gloves, no scarf, not even a sweater. Until Chauncey pulls up, I open the door to the limo and got comfortable. Chauncey didn’t even say Hi, hey, Good day Sir, not even how ya been Will?. Its typical my dad doesn’t like questions so I guess he trained him to act like that. We arrived at my father’s villa, to hear my father screaming at Gladus, I went through the back door into my room and locked it. I turned on the T.v and switched to Channel 213, Fox news. There was another reported death of an American soldier in Iraq, I had one of those moments where you feel so bad that you start to feel your heart sink into your stomach, hard to swallow. Young men dying for the sake of greed not even their battle to fight. Jim Barlock, 23 years old, Caucasian 5’11 180lbs. I dozed off in my bed.
“Will!! WILL!!! WILLY!!, Wake up its work time” said as my dad smashed on my door like a battering ram.
“Alright, Im getting up” as I slipped on a pair of pants.
There was an assorted buffet with fruits, eggs, bacon, sausages, bread, drinks for breakfast. I inhaled 3 plates of food before my dad said “Have you eaten in days my boy” with a stuffed mouth I said “ 2 weeks and 3 days, had a candy bar yesterday though” Where’s Gladus I asked. She left he said while looking at the ground. “Oh” I dropped my fork, stood up and said We gotta leave now pap.
We got into the Rolls Royce. My dad has had three of these and gave 2 away but none to me. That’s probably another reason I don’t like staying at my dad’s house. We drove by the American soccer coliseum, seeing as the Americans were playing the French, my dad honked the horn and revved the engine at the French. He got out of the car and punched a guy for saying “What?!” We rolled up to the warehouse, my dad said go through that door stay there until I come get you. If anyone calls, forward it to line 7.
I walked through the door, to see a chair, a desk, a computer and a phone. No clock, no nothing just an empty room. I waited hours and hours for a call or my dad to come in, but no one did; the computer didn’t even work. Until the phone rang, I immediately picked up the phone and heard a strong deep voice say TF, I need to speak with him. I clicked forward 7 as quickly as possible. My dad came rushing through the door, hit me over the head with something, I can’t quite remember but I found myself not at my house or my dad’s but in a pitch black room, my hands tied to a chair and over-head light above me and a metal table in front of me. Someone threw a portfolio on the table, the ropes were cut and someone told me to read it and exit the door behind me. I scanned the portfolio and discovered it was an Assassination job, I had to kill a man named “Jacques Demakis”, it told me his records where he lived, he has 2 kids a wife, lives in France, and use to live in Italy but and has a relation with my father. There was a ticket to France an address to go to and 10 000Euros.
I got to the airport seeing as my flight was 3 hours away. I fell asleep on the plane and was there in no time, I grabbed my bag and headed off the plane. I walked down three streets having no idea where I was luckily finding the address. Except there was nothing just a box that said TF on it, so I opened it, there was a note saying where Jacques was going to be at this time and a silenced sniper, I had to make it up to the Eifel tower with this sniper rifle and kill a man. I started to panic, but if i didn’t do it I would be killed in less than a day. I said to myself “This is it, Im going to die anyways, so why not get this over with” my encouraging words helped me. I picked myself up and headed to the Eifel Tower. I someone managed to sneak the rifle in but i was in no manner to stop at all, I scoped in at a table in the café, 3 seats left from the sign and 2 down from the second table off the gate. My finger squeezed the trigger as my heart stopped, i could feel every nerve in my body just freeze, i looked to see what happened and he was there dead, lying there motionless, I came back to my senses left everything behind, i grabbed a lighter and torched the tips of my fingerprints. They locked down the Eifel tower and started searching, i scaled the wall and ran to the body. To find that the relationship to my father was it was my older brother “Alex Tony Fortino” my brother became French because the hatred between him and our father. I started to cry and bury my head in his chest. This is the end, there’s no return, and there’s no beginning.