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..................a dark office, only a lamp is on, from which warmth comes, there is chaos on the table, a pack of cigarettes is almost empty, the annoying sound of a clock, the noise of the street from the open window behind which light snow is falling, fingers smell of tobacco and eyes are red from fatigue. and I'm not cold at all................

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...................And I am no exception, I am as abhorrent as my father. I only hope that I can do everything possible so that little Adam, my son, had a different life and values. The foundation of our destruction is laid since childhood. my mother's death became a moment that broke my normal vision of the world and gave the opportunity for the ugly blood of the Ross family to kill not only her but also me."

She was a charming and intelligent woman from a simple family of factory workers, her name was Margaret. He, my father, was a wealthy heir from the less influential but still wealthy aristocratic Ross family. They met at the university. They fell in love, got married, but were happy for a while. But my father's true rotten essence was not immediately apparent to my mother. She was naive and gullible.

 He was jealous of her, so he constantly humiliated her, joking about her right in front of other people. He constantly scolded her why she was working and not taking care of me, because it is not appropriate for a woman to work as a lawyer, it is indecent. He reproached her that she was cheating on him, although at the same time he was fucking like the last whore with all the women around, endlessly getting drunk.

So she decided to get a divorce. She was afraid for me and took me as far away from the mansion as possible whenever he had his dirty parties, to which he once dragged me, after which I could not speak for a long time because I was so scared of what I saw. . Then my friend, whose father was the same scum as mine, hid me, the two of us hugged tightly in an old closet and cried from what we saw while they drank and laughed. It was Gerhard Eliot Weber. But to me he was always Eliot, just as I was Adam to him.

-Don't be afraid we are together..

This blue-eyed blond boy said, hugging me tightly. He was scared himself, but he was not so vulnerable and was able to pull himself together and run away and protect us both. He was in some matters very mature while still being quite a child. While he was dragging me out, he was hit. his cheek was swollen and red.

-Are you hurt Eliot?

-It hurts, but what can you do? Mom kissed my hand when I hit it hard while playing ball, said that the pain would go away, and it did.

-And if I kiss you it works?

-Don't know...

I kissed him, he smiled and hugged me even tighter.. 

-Now it doesn't hurt at all.

Almost a day passed and we were still in that closet afraid to come out until my mom found us. She was frightened, she grabbed both of us by the hands and quickly moved to the stairs.

- my father stopped her. he was angry, his eyes were red, his clothes were crumpled, and he smelled of alcohol. She called the maid and asked to take us to the car. We were almost down the stairs, only one left, when we heard something fall and keep falling. Right before our eyes, she fell down the heavy marble stairs and smashed her head on them. Red blood spattered the beige marble. Crying, I rushed to her and hugged her. Everyone around was scared, the maid started running and screaming, she called an ambulance, but my father just smiled. He roughly grabbed us both and locked us in his smoky office. I fainted from fright and tears.

Eliot. Or sometimes Gerhard..Knew almost everything about me.

-Today our parents are gathering again, they have a dinner party, all kinds of important and rich idiots will come. Therefore, let's escape somewhere, at least for this evening.

To all. Everything passed as if nothing had happened, but I saw these frames very often recalling that day. of course my father did not suffer the punishment. Everything was written off as a coincidence.

-No after school I have to run somewhere and then go to that nasty party.

-But why do you need it?

-It is necessary. 

 After school, when we ran away from the guards who were constantly picking us up after classes, we went to a cute stationery store. We were no longer children. We were wearing school uniforms. Because of the May heat, we took off our jackets and loosened our ties. Eliot was all red. He was constantly saying something, creating one continuous noise, like a flock of birds. His cheeks and nose had time to burn from the first warm rays of the sun, and his gray eyes were constantly looking for my reaction to his strange chatter. We wandered through our small old town, inhaling the sweet aroma of blossoming trees. It was a pleasant evening.

 

Until we were met by smoke, the aroma of perfumes and ugly bodies of people in suits and dresses, with vulgar and empty facial expressions.

-My son plans to be a lawyer.

-That's great, I'll take care of him personally, you'll definitely do your internship with me!

This is the same person who made sure that the murderer went unpunished. thanks to him, my father remained free.

-Mr. Marinette, I can discuss with you which university to choose.

-Sure, son, let's go to the river, we'll be back soon.

............a pleasant evening ended in trouble. Mr. Marinette's body was found in the library. His tie, which he was proud of, was pulled tightly around his neck. The police came quickly, everyone was scared, especially the father whose hands were shaking, he scaredly burst into my room....

-Where have you been Gerald? Are you all right?

-I went to take a nap, I didn't feel well near the river when we were walking with Mr. Marinet. what happened why are the police here?

-Mister Marinette is dead, someone killed him and that someone is threatening us. We are in danger, but I will protect you.

why did he say those silly words? why did he hug me when he never did this ? I just smiled when he said in a trembling voice that this scumbag put a black letter in poor Mr. Marinette's pocket. With the inscription "Justice" with love Ophiuchus".

....Dark and destructive emotions were eating away at my brain. But the unpunished murder gave me impetus and dubious joy. This was the first step. My revenge..........."