THE REJECTED LUNA

Looking at the picture of my dad on my phone, I began to have a sober reflection as to if I was getting things done right. He always wanted a good life for me, and I always dreamed of being a journalist. 

But for me, those dreams had died along side with my dad. I had already taken the cruel road of revenge, and for me, there was no going back. All I wished for was to see Rosaline suffer till her death.

She has made me go through a lot, and she was not going scot-free. I walked into the site that morning fully charged up to deal with her. I got to where we locked her up and to my surprise she was gone.

Not only that she was gone, the man we assigned to stay watch as a guard had already left as well and there were no traces of the two. As I realised that I had lost my chance to exert my revenge. I got very mad and not even Raymond could calm me down. 

I looked closely at the cage and found out that it was not a prison break. Rather, it was someone with the key that opened the door for her. I immediately understood that it was the guard on duty that released her. 

I felt very bad that someone had betrayed my trust and that I was not going to allow it. The calm and gentle Laura to me had died along side with my father, and I was now driven by only rage and revenge. 

Confused on the next step to take, we headed back home to await anything that would befall us. We relaxed without causing any havoc or taking any move towards attacking Rosaline.

One week later, we received an Intel that Rosaline had moved away to Texas. I presumed that she was running, so we decided to leave her for the meantime pending her return.

We went about our normal activities, and I decided to go and check out my father's company in Canada. As I walked into the company, eyes were all on me. 

I was happy that it was still functioning with the help if it's able general manager. I went to manager's office and had a little conversation with him, and he assured me that everything was under control.

With the assertion that his company was doing well without my presence, I continued on my quest for revenge without looking back. I returned back to Las Vegas, and as I entered Raymond's House, I saw dead bodies litres around. 

I quickly ran upstairs to check on Raymond to find him laying half dead on the floor. Blood was gushing through his stomach and mouth, so I called an ambulance immediately. 

Unfortunately for me, before we could reach the hospital, he gave up the ghost in the ambulance. My whole life seemed to crumble against me at this moment.

He was the only person who made me feel like a human and harness human feelings. I felt a number for a while as I reminisced to the good times we had together and all the gun times we spent. 

Realising that I was now left alone in this lonely world, I cried my eyes out all day, but I knew tears would not bring him back. I could not explain how I felt for two days. 

I did not accept food. I just sat at a corner in his mansion and drank a whole bottle of liquor till I was drunk and could not feel a thing. I destroyed almost everything in the house, causing a big mess. 

"How would I go on from this point now" Those were the thoughts that clouded my head as I sip the remaining glass of liquor. I attended Raymond's funeral, where I sat by his grave, begging that he could have a second life. 

This has given me enough reasons to exert my revenge and release my rage on Rosaline, and I was going to do exactly that. I cleaned my tears and called the remaining trusted men of Raymond. 

They supplied ammunitions, and we got ready to take the fight to them. When we got the news that Rosaline was back in Las Vegas, we prepared and got ready to ward off any attack she would execute. 

I was asleep when u heard a knock at the door around 1am. I headed downstairs to confirm who it was, I opened the lock, and the stranger behind the door immediately pushed the door against me.

He held my neck and tried to strangle me as I struggled. I reached for the dagger on my belt and stabbed him countless times until he dropped dead. Thoughts as to who must have sent him clouded my head as I held my neck trying to catch my breath.

My clothe was stained with blood so I went to the bathroom and washed off the blood stain on my clothe and changed into another one. I quickly put the body in a nylon bag and put it inside the trunk of my car at the garage.

I drove off into the woods to dispose off the dead body. As I drove through the woods at that odd hour my heart kept pounding against my chest as I was scared of what might happen next.

I took out the body from my trunk and dumped in the woods. As I tried to get back into my car, I got attacked by a wolf. I fought seriously as it's teeth clutched against my arm. 

As I struggled to release myself from the hungry teeth of the fierce wolf, "This might be death" trying to find my gun or dagger to use a form of defence. It seemed as though the wolf was now Victor in this dangerous fight.