When I look up-

"Shit"

It's him. Scar face dude.

I don't make eye contact I just try to get out of there as fast as I can. And of course bad luck is on my side.

"Hey?"

Shit. Please just let me go home.

"Where the hell do you think your going?!"

I turn around and there he is, the devil in disguise.

"Dad I just want to go home."

He gives me a glare and I can tell he's mad.

"After everything I do for you?! This is how ungrateful you are?!"

Then a flash in my brain goes on to the night my mother died.

I hear his voice my fathers voice, before the gunshot.

"Do you know how ungrateful you are?! Trying to take my daughter away from me?!"

"You barely are her father!"

"How dare you!"

(Gunshot)