Murder is Always a Mistake

Ettore tossed slightly in his sheets. Every night he would feel this way. Guilt was building up on him, he wanted to get his family out of here. This horrible place that they were force to live, it wasn't his choice to be here, it was his money's choice. He wanted out, his family wanted out, he just couldn't get them out. His job paid poorly and he had no college education to back him up. Plus nobody would buy his house, nobody wanted a house in the ghetto. This was the hard cold truth and it constantly ate away at Ettore. He wanted a better life for his kids, all five of them, he wanted them to be happy and have everything they asked for. For them not to go hungry at night, for them to play in all the little leagues and participate in the little school functions that there deprived school had. Ettore was jolted out of his thoughts when his wife Mariko touched his shoulder lightly.

"What do you think caused the fight that Tommaso got into today?" She whispered he turned his head over to meet her eyes.

"Tommaso said he the other boy called Jet a Douche bag or something and-"

"Goodness! Tommaso is so protective of his younger brother sometimes I wish Gavino would have a little sense and act more like his twin brother." She interrupted him angrily. Gavino had gotten himself into all sorts of ideals lately with drugs and alcohol and such. This was why it was bothering Ettore so much tonight, he knew his son could was better than that but there was almost no hope for the boy now, he could only pray that Tommaso and Jet took different paths. He knew that his daughters would be just fine though. Fontana was already off in the state college, he was so proud of her she got in full scholarship and everything, she probably could have even gone further in life but he didn't have enough money to get on application to the Universities. So she just went to the state school but he still couldn't have been prouder. Then there was little Carolena, she was so cute and she had just started kindergarten, and from what they heard from the teacher said she was the brightest in her class. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a loud noise outside on the porch.

"What was that?" Mariko whispered softly. He didn't respond he continued to listen intensely to the outside world. He heard shuffling of feet and the hushed laughing of young men. He stood up and placed his finger on his wives mouth silencing her. He walking quickly over to the small dresser and opened the top compartment taking out his model 1903 pistol. He slowly walked out of his room and down the hall pressing his body against the wall. He reached the corner and peered over onto the small flight of stairs. He saw his 5 years old daughter walking up the stairs with a glass of water in her hands, she saw him and smiled. He couldn't help but grin back.

"Daddy!" she said looking up to him happily with soft chocolate brown eyes. But then suddenly his ears were ringing and the eyes of his daughter no longer portrayed happiness but emptiness lifelessness. He looked passed her and saw a gunman. The smell of blood engulfed his nose and he screamed lunging at the man.

Mariko heard the thunder of a gunshot and was sprinting down the hallway in a matter of seconds. She heard her husband scream. She saw him dive down the staircase. She saw her little girl's body on the floor drenched in blood. Everything became foggy, her heart beat thudded in her ears. Someone was screaming. Watching her husband battle the man at the bottom of the stairs she realized it was her.

Jet and Tommaso were suddenly next to her. 6 year old Jet was tugging on her sleeve. 14 year old Tommaso was half way down the stairs ready to face the men dead on.

"Tommaso!" She screamed calling him back to her. "TOMMASO!" she picked Jet up in her arms and ran. She reached the closet at the other end of the hall. Her breathe was gaping and she tasted tears in on her tongue. Another shot was fired and another. Her ears were ringing so loud she was almost sure Jet could hear it. She threw him in the closet.

"Stay here," she breathed "don't leave until I come and get you." And without another word she tore back down the hallway gasping for air between sobs. There was so much noise crowding her brain but everything became silent we she heard one click. The sound of a trigger being pulled back. She was snapped into reality so quickly it almost hurt.

"Hello mother." She turned to see Gavino grinning holding a gun to her temple. He had five men standing behind him all which were holding guns.

"Gavino?" was all she said in disbelief. This wasn't her son, no it couldn't be her Gavino. The once so tiny little boy she had loved here killing his own family his own flesh and blood. She became furious within a tenth of a second. She lashed out at Gavino, at her son.

And that was the last thing she ever did.

Finally an update! This was probably one of the most descriptive writing piece i like ever wrote. It's okay sorta. One thing i don't like about it is the naming. There's Ettore, Mariko (don't mistake for Maiko), Fontana, Gavino, Tommaso, Carolena, and then there's Jet...Anyway if you want there names have meanings i actually did that this time! You can like look them up if you want i really don't want to list them all. So this was intense i think. Next up is Toph and that is my final backround thing before we get to therapy so YAY! Avatar the Last Airbender belongs to Micheal and Brian and every other character i guess belongs to me! i swichted up this from what i originally wanted it to be but i still think i turned out good! let me know your thoughts!

Love,

LifeTimesWorth