Page 67 of Something New

Years of hurt.

Years of anger.

It all comes pouring out of me in a blind rage.

I don’t even think I can stop. I might kill him.

Powerful hands grab me and rip me backwards. “Stop.” Rufino shouts. Masaccio runs towards my father who shoves him away, embarrassed and bleeding.

“Get him away from me before I shoot him.” My father spits blood onto the marble floor.

Masaccio turns to Rufino. “Take him to the warehouse.”

“The fucking warehouse. Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream, kicking against his grip. But it’s no use. I spent my energy on my father. I fought with everything I had, and I took him down.

As a kid I never thought there would come a day when I would be stronger than him, but I’ve just proven to myself that I am.

I will never fear him again.

Not physically.

But he has other sources of power. And if I’m not careful, I don’t think he would hesitate to make me disappear. He doesn’t even see me as a son, so what difference would it make to him? Aslong as he has his precious first born the world is all good for him.

Rufino throws me into the back of the car again and sits next to me. He is fuming.

I turn my eyes out of the opposite window. I don’t care.

I don’t care about any of them.

They can all burn in hell.

I want Nerissa and they won’t be able to stop me.

I don’t care if they disown me and deny ever knowing me.

All I want is her. She is all that matters.

Masaccio climbs into the car and we drive to the warehouse in silence.

It’s heavy and tense.

When he parks the car, before he gets out, he speaks to me without turning around.

“You should never have done that.”

“I did what I had to. Someone had to show that old fool that he doesn’t have all the power.”

“But he does, Tuomo. He has all the power and now you’ve triggered him. You do not know what he is going to do in revenge.”

I clench my jaw.

“Don’t let him hurt her?” I say, desperate and foolish.

“I can’t promise anything.”

They drag me to the basement of the warehouse and throw me into a holding cell.

“You can’t be serious. You aren’t really going to leave me here?” I stammer in disbelief.

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