William pondered over that question as he entered his house. Truthfully, he didn't know what to do nor did he want to understand what followed next, all he wanted to do was go find where Tiffany was and share his pain with her. On their way home, the old man kept saying Tiffany was to blame but he didn't care and he couldn't see it. She wasn't the one who had beaten him with a bat, nor was she the one who had asked him to go find him. If anything, it was entirely his fault–he was the one who had interrupted what she had going on because he wanted to see her. He shouldn't have. He brought this upon himself.William got into his room as he sat on the bed, looked down at his pants and started to cry.He felt helpless. He had lost it all. He hadn't gone to school. He wasn't a graduate. He had no skill nor money to start anything good in life. His only hope, who was his lover, had grown tired of him being too poor to afford her needs and wants and had left and now, to add to his pains, he

The voice came out of nowhere but it was loud and authoritative. William dropped the knife immediately as he took a few steps back in shock but then, it came again to him."Pick it up and stab yourself with it. You do not deserve to live, you're useless" it said to him firmly. The voice sounded so firm and audibly present that William had to look around him to make sure someone else wasn't in his house. Once he had found out that he was in there all alone, he grabbed a chair and sat on it. He closed his eyes and started to breathe easy. In his mind, he thought that maybe if he practiced the breathing techniques he had seen so many times in television, he would calm down but that wasn't the case.The voice still spoke back to him."Wouldn't you like to be free of your worries and problems?" It said nicely, ".. then pick it up. Get it over with in one minute, trust me, it's not that painful!" It resounded its message to William. William immediately jumped off the chair as he started to

Mr Jones took a deep breath before he answered."Ryan is the son I had with my wife. I liked him, with my bare hands. I killed my wife and parents too" he said with a weird smile. William gasped. His eyes widened again. He couldn't believe his ears."You could your entire family" he said to the old man. The old man nodded. He explained that he hadn't killed them all in one day. It took him a while but he had them all killed under a month."Why?" William asked with curiousity. At that point, he wasn't sure if he needed to still be friendly with the man before him or be scared. He started to cringe."What made you hurt your family so bad?" "Nothing actually." The old man giggled. He must have thought I was a joke but William wasn't joking. He was dead serious as his eyes started to search for possible ways to leave the old man's house. He started to imagine lies that could get him out of there."You dont need to he afraid, truly, you don't" the old man said to him, "I am no longer that

The little wine William had managed to drink from his wine glass rolled down his throat smoothly until he heard what his new father had to say. Kill people?!!He suddenly choked as he started to caught too , hitting his chest as he tried to breathe. The old man sat calmly and watched him as William managed to cough out the wine, along with some saliva. "What did you say?" He asked his new father."You heard me right," Mr Jones said to him. He smiled slyly. William couldn't tell if he was dubious. "Explain in details please" he asked politely and calmly too as he slowly returned the wine glass to the table before them he adjusted his weight on the chair as he tried to sit upright and face his father. Mr Jones started to explain. He told William of how he ran an 'organization', he gave it a nice Spanish name where he said it meant Death. "We kill people who betray us and we also do that for people too" he said with a smile. He went into deeper details as he spoke. It was an organizat

William felt his manhood stiffen. It was like her words had effect on him. He was angry but he couldn't understand how his manhood was reacting to her. It was an unfamiliar feeling. He didn't want it.William raised his head as he watched Tiffany as she got up from her seat and turned to him. She got on her knees and started to beg."I'm so sorry. I mean I know I caused everything but please, find a way in your heart to forgive me. Please " she said as she rubbed her palms together and shifted momentarily on her knees. Her eyes now looked puffy and red and William started to see tears building up in her eyes. She looked like she was about to cry."Tiffany, do you know what you caused me?" He said as he held her straight face to her. His eyes not moving while he stared at her. "Do you?!""No. What did I cause you?" She said while she started to sniff. The tears were now already out and rolling down her cheeks."Nothing major actually, it's just that I can't father a child!" He said cau