CHAPTER 9
PART 2
"We all had been watching each and every member of your house. We had information that no one will be in your house that day. But I guess we were wrong," said Mark laughingly.
He was sitting in the interrogation room, but this time across him was the one and only Detective West.
"The plan was simple. Clyde broke the lock of your front door. For us everything was going as we had planned, but our happy moment was destroyed when we heard your son. That idiot must have heard the door, and he thought we were some chick."
"Hey, he's not some idiot. He is my son" said Joe banging his fist on the table.
"Hmm, sorry Detective, I didn't mean to hurt you. You know, it just happened, like the way you hurt my father. By the way I forgot to ask, how is your son doing? Barry right? Is he still alive? Alive and kicking? But honestly, it was good meeting him," he said with a smirk on his face.
To his comment, Joe grabbed his shirt and started punching him on the face repeatedly.
"You son of a bitch, how dare you even say his name. You have no damn right, you understand? You are gonna pay for what you did. I hope you rot in hell for what you did."
A few seconds later captain Singh entered the room and tried to get Joe away from Mark.
"That's it Joe. I think we should take a break. Come on let's get out of here."
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"Iris? Iris is that you?" asked Barry from his room once he heard the door open.
Coming down the stairs he started apologizing.
"Iris I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you ...Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my house?!" asked Barry as he saw a group of people in his house everyone was pointing out some or the other weapon in their hand facing Barry. Everyone was dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt with masks on their face.
"You all should leave now," said Barry, scared.
He was looking through the room to find anything, any phone through which he could call for help. Then he spotted the phone on the table in the living room. He got down the stairs and said, "Please just leave. I won't tell anyone anything. Just don't hurt me, please."
As soon as he grabbed the phone from the table one robber came from behind and grabbed Barry by the neck. Barry tried moving, but he couldn't move. He was being strangled to death.
He tried to kick the robber with his legs as best as he could. The robber loosened the death grip on Barry and was biting his lip from all the pain. Seeing that, Barry took the opportunity and tried to hit the robber in his face with his elbow. In doing so, the robbers mask came off and Barry saw his face.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the leader of the gang came behind the boy and smashed a glass vase on his head. On contact with the glass, Barry felt something sticky coming out from his head and he fell down on the floor. For him everything was a blur. He couldn't see anything or anyone properly. For him every moment was in slow motion.
A few minutes later he felt that someone was dragging him, and he could hear someone talking, but nothing was clear to him because of the pounding in his head. He tried to concentrate on their talking. He could hear the leader yelling at the man whose mask Barry had removed.
"The kid saw your face, you idiot."
"I'm sorry, Mark. I tried to grab him, but he punched me in the face and I lost my grip on him. Now what should we do? Should we continue our plan?" asked James.
"Are you mad James? We can't do that. He's seen your face. We can't take a chance," said Mark angrily.
"You know what? I don't care Mark. I'm taking the money and leaving" said Henriksen.
"Hey, what do you think is going on here, huh? If you want the money so bad, we are going to have to tie up all our lose ends. Are you ready to do that, Henriksen?" said Mark.
"I am willing to do anything for the money. What do you want me to do?" Henriksen asked.
"Very well then. It's miller time," said Mark, laughing, "Finish the boy. You finish the boy, and we'll take all the money and leave and never see each other again."
"We can't do that" said Henriksen, "There must be some other way."
While they were arguing with each other Barry took the opportunity and tried dragging himself away. But he couldn't get very far. Someone was putting pressure on Barry's leg by pressing his foot causing Barry to scream in pain.
"Going somewhere kid?" asked Mark.
He pressed down again on Barry's leg causing him to scream in pain again. He then bent down to face the kid and asked him, "What's your name kid?"
Barry didn't reply to his question. Instead he tried to move so that he could be free from his grasp but to no avail. Angry, Mark grabbed a handful of Barry's hair and asked him the same question again.
Barry hissed in pain and said "Go to hell."
Hearing this, Mark laughed and picked Barry up from the ground with force and said something in his ear.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm already there, but now it's your turn."
Saying this, he started punching him in the face until his eye turned a black shade.
"Hey, leave him, brother or you'll kill him," said Clyde, finally entering the whole conversation.
"Mark leave him" said Clyde.
Smirking, he said, "Okay little brother, don't worry. See, I left him."
He took Barry and smashed him face down on the cupboards. Smashing his way through the cabinet, Barry fell on the floor bleeding. His whole body felt like lead. It was like someone just hit him with a bus. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. But he couldn't do that, he had to stay awake if he wanted to live. Calming himself down, he started accessing his injuries. He had at least a few broken ribs. His leg was hurt pretty bad. It looked like a shard of glass was embedded in his lower leg that was bleeding like crazy. His nose was bleeding, his arm was dislocated and he had a few scratches here and there.
"Henriksen and James, I want you all to go and clear everything out," ordered Mark.
Before leaving, James asked one question.
"What are you going to do to him?" he asked, pointing his finger at the almost unconscious teen.
"Hey, why don't you just mind your own damn business, huh? Now go, we don't have all day. Clyde go with them," said Mark.
After the room was empty, leaving only Barry and him, he came close to Barry and said, "You know, I feel like Christmas came early. You just made my day, kid. It's true, revenge is sweet. Now let's see what I'm going to do to you."
He pressed forcefully on the piece of glass that was stuck inside Barry's leg.
Barry tried to stay strong, tried not to scream, but he couldn't control it when the glass was pushed further inside. He tried moving his leg, but the more he moved the more the glass would penetrate the skin.
"Please don't hurt me," pleaded Barry, tears in his eyes.
To this Mark just laughed. He pressed his hand on Barry's dislocated shoulder and told Barry, "Sorry, son. That can't happen. You know kid , i like slow deaths but they have become boring . You are going to pay the price for what your father did to me, to my family."
Barry felt pain radiating throughout his body. Before he could say or do anything Mark quickly grabbed Barry by the neck and started choking him. Barry tried to move from his grasp. He felt like he couldn't breathe, he felt dark spots clouding his vision. He moved his hand to get anything that could help him stop the monster, but he couldn't find anything in his reach.
Then he tried to reach the piece of glass with his dislocated hand which was stuck in his leg. He tried pulling the glass, but it wouldn't bulge. He gritted his teeth, trying to block out the pain from his shoulder and leg. He was losing the battle to stay awake. He couldn't get enough oxygen in his lungs. Finally the glass piece came out, and he stuck it inside Mark.
Mark released his hold of Barry and tried to access his wound. Barry taking in some air tried to get on his feet so that he could leave. Barry tried getting up the floor, but he couldn't. The pain in his leg was intense. He tried once more. Slowly he tried to stand up without putting pressure on his injured leg. He tried walking a few steps further, but he couldn't manage after a few steps.
He knew he had to think fast because Mark was going to catch up to him. He tried taking a few steps more, but he couldn't as his leg gave out. Soon he felt a pull on his injured leg. Mark was dragging him with one hand, pulling him closer to his death. He felt like it was a losing game to him because there was nothing he could do to save himself. He just wanted the whole thing to end.
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Barry ran out of the house after seeing what was happening to him. He felt someone come behind him. Scared, he turned around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mom standing there.
"Sorry, I thought it was those men. It felt so real, mom," he said, holding his hand to his chest, "I couldn't see the rest of it."
He sat down on the stairs.
"I'm sorry, Barry" said Nora, crying.
"For what, mom? I don't understand," said Barry, wiping the tears of his mother's face.
"I am sorry because I have to show this to you son. The horrible things that they did to you. I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. I wish I could help you in some way or another," said Nora.
"You are here when I need you the most. You have always been there with me every step of the way, and you don't get to apologize for this mom," said Barry with a smile on his face.
"My boy, you have always been so strong just like your father, and that is the thing that makes you so special," she said, kissing the top of his head, "Come on Barry," she said, holding his hand.
"Where are we going next mom?" asked Barry, confused.
"No, Barry, it's time for us to say goodbye," said Nora sadly.
Barry's heart dropped. He didn't want to say goodbye to his mother so soon. He had just met her.
"No," he protested.
Nora gave him a sad smile.
"Sorry Barr, but it's the rules. I don't want to go either, but I have to."
"But, we just met mom," he said disheartened.
"I know, but it's time, son. It's time for us to say goodbye," she said, smiling at Barry.
Barry moved forward and embraced her. He really wanted to stay with her just a little bit longer. Nora hugged him back.
They became quiet for a moment before Barry spoke.
"Will I be able to remember when I wake up?"
"That's up to you, Barry. I have faith in you, son, and I know one thing for sure, you don't know what it's like to fail. You never have," Nora smiled at him, "Don't lose hope if you don't remember things. It will come back to you sooner or later. I am so proud of you son, and I love you," she said, "You need to do one more thing for me. Take care of your dad for me, and tell him I love him and always will."
"I promise I will," Barry replied, nodding.
The last thing he saw was Nora's warm, happy face before he was pulled away.
The face of his mom faded away and came into view was Nurse Linda, and Barry felt like hell. Linda seeing that he was awake smiled over at him.
"Well, hello Barry. It's good to see you awake," she said as she winked at him.
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After almost a whole day of interrogation, Joe sat alone with Mark. He turned off all the cameras and requested the captain to leave him alone for some time without any interference from the officers.
"You know Mark, you are one crazy guy. How does your wife stay with you?" asked Joe, showing a photo of Mark and his wife, "I really pity your wife, Mark."
"Hey," he banged his fist angrily on the table, "Don't you talk about her, you understand me? You don't deserve to even say her name."
"Why, Mark? Why are you so angry? I don't understand. Did I say something wrong?" he asked him, smirking.
Mark just sat there and stared at him angrily. After a few minutes he said, "You know, when I had the chance I should have just finished the kid. I made a big mistake sparing his life."
"You are a sick man, Mark. He's a seventeen year old kid, and you left him on death's door, for what? Your father? That father that use to hit you and make you do things, Huh? You know what, Mark? I will give you one day to think about the things that you did for you father. When I come back I want to know why you did it."
He got up from his chair and started walking to the door. As he was leaving, Mark called out to him, "I hurt your son because I wanted you to feel pain the same way I felt when I lost my wife. My wife's blood is on your hands, Detective. You killed her, you killed her, Detective," he said, crying.
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