Chris's POV

"I can't continue to keep this in. I feel like I'm being torn apart from the inside. My brain is going a mile a minute and I can't control it. I have to push through it but it's so hard. I miss him. I miss Ryan. We may have fought but he was always there for me. He was my one of my only real friends...I keep the wall up as much as I can, for the sake of the others around me, but I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying and holding everything in. It hurts. I lied to Ricky the other night. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was, but...I'm not. I'm so far from." I whispered into the darkness. The only other sound in the room was the steady beeping of the hospital machinery keeping Michael alive. "I miss you too. I'm worried about you. There's a pretty good chance you won't wake up from this. You have to, Mike. It's been weeks. I can't lose both of you. I can't go through this shit again."

I pressed my fingers to my temples, hoping it would ease the migraine that was setting in.

"You're so stupid. You fucked up so bad. But I'm not even angry. I just want you to come out of this. I want you to come home. I can't lose you too. I can get all the charges cleared. I'll fix everything. Please, just wake up..."

I moved a shaky hand up to push his hair out of his face.

"I'm doing everything I can to find him. I'm gonna kill him for what he did. He deserves everything that's coming his way. I'm gonna destroy him, Michael. I'm systematically killing off his entire team, until he's the only one left. I'm gonna take from him, what he took from me. Everything." I growled. "I will tear the world apart if I have to. I will do whatever I have to do. I will find him, and I will kill him."

I stood up, placing a hand on Michael's forehead.

"I love you."

I left the hospital room, turning the lights back on as I did.

I went out to my car and just sat there for a few. I couldn't go back to Ricky like this. I don't want to upset him.

I want to fucking hurt someone. I need to get my anger out.

And I know where someone I want to hurt is.

I was waiting but now is a better time than ever.

His daughter still lives in Scranton.

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I pulled up outside the townhouse. I could see in her window. She was watching TV. She wasn't expecting anything.

Oh, I can't wait to see her face when she sees who I am. She probably doesn't remember me. She was so young. She still is. Just turned 18. Daddy bought her a pretty home and a fancy car. He paid for her to get into the best college in the city. This is gonna hurt him.

I got out of the car, closing the door quietly.

I walked up the steps and twisted the doorknob. I expected it to be locked, but it wasn't. Saves me the trouble of having to pick the lock.

I entered the house and locked the door behind me. I pulled my gun from it's holster, holding it in front of me. I moved through the house as silently as I could, until I found the room she was in.

She was blissfully unaware of what she had coming to her in the next few hours. She was fixiated on whatever bullshit show was on, completely oblivious to my presence.

I moved so that I was right behind her. In a swift movement, I grabbed her, covering her mouth and holding the gun to her head.

She immediatley froze, gasping softly.

"Here's how it's gonna go, sweetheart..." I breathed, sliding my gun down her neck. "You're gonna stay nice and quiet. If you try to run, I'm going to hurt you. You're going to do exactly as I say. Got it?"

She nodded.

I moved my hand away from her face. She stayed quiet, completely still.

"Good girl."

I walked around to the front of the couch, squatting down in front of her.

Her eyes went wide. She knew exactly who I was. Which makes this even more fun.

"You remember me, Princess?"

She nodded slowly.

"What's my name?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"Come on. Speak." I ordered.

"C-Chris." She whispered.

I stood up and grabbed her chin. I placed the barrel of my gun on her forehead. She began to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." She begged.

I laughed. "Hurt you? Oh no, sweetie, I'm gonna kill you."

She managed to break free from my grip and try to grab her phone from the table in front of her.

I grabbed her by her hair and threw her on the floor. I picked up the phone and put it in my pocket.

I pulled the roll of duct tape I grabbed out of my pocket and used it to tie her hands behind her back. I pulled her up so that she was sitting.

I held her by her hair, cocking the gun against her head.

"Did you really think that would work?" I asked.

She didn't answer me.

"I have an idea..." I spoke. I pulled her phone from my pocket. I opened the camera and set it up across the room. I hit the record button and walked back over to her.

I threw her on the couch, back in the position she was originaly sitting. I grabbed her chin and forced my mouth on hers. She coughed and choked, trying to push me away. It was no use though. I was ten times stronger.

I walked back around behind her. I wrapped my fingers around her throat, sliding my gun down her chest. She had her eyes shut tight as I lifted up her shirt, moving my hand from her throat to chest. I grabbed her as rough as I could, digging my nails into the soft flesh. She screamed.

"Stop! Please!" She cried. "Why are you doing this?"

"Your father is to blame." I told her, moving the gun between her legs. "He killed someone I loved, so I'm just returning the favor."

I have no real interest in women, so this isn't doing anything for me.

I'd rather make her bleed.

I placed the gun against her thigh, running my tongue along her neck. I pulled the trigger. She screamed violently, thrashing in my grasp. The gunshot made my ears ring. The cops wouldn't be called. Gunshots were common in this area. No one wanted to be labeled a snitch.

Her blood coated my fingers, so I wiped them across her face. She was sobbing and yelling. So dramatic.

I licked the rest off of my hand and leaned down by her ear.

"If you tell me where your father is, I'll consider letting you live." I whispered.

"I-I don't know. He m- He moves a lot."

"Mhm..." I aimed the gun at her stomach.

"I'm telling you the truth! P-Please! It hurts!"

I laughed. I knew she wasn't lying.

I stared directly into the camera as I placed the gun back at her head. I cocked it and pulled the trigger a moment later.

The room went silent. She fell the the side. I walked over to where her phone sat, still recording. I licked the blood from the barrel of the gun.

I shrugged. "An eye for an eye, you know?"

I shut it off and sent it to him, keeping the phone with me. I cleaned my fingerprints off of anything I'd touched, erasing any evidence of me being there and left the house as it was. Let him clean it.

As I got in my car, her phone rang. It was him. The called ID read "daddy".

"Hi, sorry, your daughter can't come to the phone right now. She's a little busy. Can I take a message?" I said, knowing it would piss him off.

"You're gonna pay for this, Christopher. If I were you, I'd watch your fucking back. I'm always two steps ahead of you. You should know this by now."

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~xxLux