Jon slammed on the breaks once he was in front of his house.

"I'll be here in case you need backup," Hernandez said,

"Thanks," Jon said. He double checked to make sure his gun was loaded then got out of the car.

Jon bolted up the steps to his house and walked in with his gun pointed.

"Adriana? Mom?...J.J.?"

"I'm in here," Adriana called from the kitchen.

Jon quickly made his way to where Adriana was.

Jon thought Max would be the one in the house. But no. He was still on the loose somewhere.

Greg had come back and had taken Adriana hostage.

He held a pistol to Adriana's temple. She was sitting down in the chair, crying.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jon asked Greg.

"Did you honestly think this was over, Jonathan? Your wife...she's pretty when she's screaming in terror," Greg said, chuckling.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Jon growled.

"Why haven't you? I mean, you have a loaded gun! Just pull the trigger, Jonathan! Oh...wait a minute...is it because I might send a bullet flying through your pretty wife's brain, leaving bits of it on the floor? Or is it because you're just too damn chicken shit to do so? Probably one or the other...or both. Damn, you know I really hate that your mom didn't abort you-"

"Shut the fuck up," Jon said.

"Oh, what happened? Struck a nerve? Your wife is just too damn pretty! If your mother would've gotten rid of you like I told her to, you wouldn't be here. And Adriana would've been mine from the beginning," Greg continued.

"You're a sick fuck. I'm about to blow your fucking brains out," Jon said.

"Ah, but see, not before I blow her brains out myself. I'm going to take away the one thing you love the most before you get the chance to blast me," Greg said. He bent down and kissed Adriana on the cheek. She tensed up. "Damn you smell so good...making me hard. And I'm barely looking at you."

Jon took a step closer.

"Don't you fucking touch my wife!"

Greg cocked the pistol.

"Not another step asshole," he said.

He leaned down and kissed Adriana on her cheek. He still had the gun glued right to her temple on the other side.

Adriana felt her spine go cold. She felt dirty and violated.

"Yon filthy shithead," Jon growled.

"Mad? I hope you are," Greg said.

"What did you do to my children? Where's mom?" Jon asked.

"I told J.J. to simply go to his room and watch his little brother and sister. My my my, you have beautiful twins. Too bad they aren't mine," Greg said. "As for Ms. Linda, she went out to the store. What a grave mistake."

"What do you want?" Jon said, getting impatient.

"Revenge is all. I just want to get back at you and your wife for what you guys did to me," Greg said.

"You fucking deserved it you piece of shit," Adriana spat out.

"Ah she speaks! Please, don't be mad at me. You can't be mad at me. You can only be mad at yourself," Greg said. "And your husband. God, what do you see in that man? And you like him knock you up. I feel sorry for the kids. Your husband had such an ill temper when he was little."

"Because you were evil to him," Adriana said.

"Probably. Hell, I'm being evil right now holding this gun to your temple. Hehe, I might as well blast you now. Maybe not. Maybe...maybe not. Maybe-"

Greg was silenced by Jon's bullet hitting his arm. Greg dropped the gun and nursed his arm. Adriana was too shocked to move at first.

"You asswipe!" He snarled.

"Adriana, go check on the kids in the room and lock the door!" Jon said.

Adriana quickly got up and ran out of the kitchen.

"You bastard!" Greg said.

He reached for the gun with his good hand. Jon quickly knocked him down and punched Greg in the eye.

Greg countered Jon's second punch and twisted his wrist. Greg kicked Jon in the torso, causing Jon to fall over.

Greg got up and kicked Jon in the ribs hard. He also kicked Jon in the mouth, busting his lip open. Greg then got down and started punching Jon in the face.

All of this was bringing back memories.

Terrible, horrible, memories of Greg beating up Jon randomly and out of the blue.

Greg grabbed Jon by the hair and slammed his head down on the floor hard.

This stunned Jon. He thought he was seeing stars all of a sudden. He was fading in and out, trying to get back up. But his body was feeling heavy.

Very heavy.

Flashback:

"You know I don't like you right?" Greg said, smoking his cigar.

"I don't care," Jon said.

"Don't sass me, boy!"

"I just did! I hate you!"

Greg got up from his chair and socked Jon in the face.

"Bastard. You make me sick."

"YOU MAKE ME SICK! ONE DAY I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GONNA MAke SURE YOU'RE DEAD!" Jon yelled.

"Why you little.."

Greg starting choking Jon.

"Greg! Get off of him!" Linda screamed.

She ran over to Greg and started hitting on him. He let go of Jon and defended himself from attacks from Linda.

Jon scrambled to his feet and ran to Greg. He balled up his fists and started hitting on Greg.

He was seeing nothing but red. He headbutted Greg in the nose, breaking it.

"Aah!" Greg yelped.

Greg got up and ran to the bathroom.

Linda grabbed Jon's coat.

"Put on your shoes," she told Jon.

Jon simply remained where he stood.

"I'm gonna get him one day, Mama. Just you wait. I'm going to make life better for the both of us. I promise."

Present:

"Jonathan! Jonathan! Wake up!"

Jon was trying to get up. Greg had knocked the wind out of Jon.

Jon got up and looked around to see who was calling his name.

It was Adriana.

Greg was trying to rape her on the couch.

"Be still you bitch!" Greg snarled.

He was ripping at her blouse.

Jon managed to scamble to his feet. He was still dazed but he could fight back.

He got over to Greg and yanked him off of Adriana.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Greg screamed.

Jon grabbed his knife from his holster and stabbed Greg in the heart with it.

Greg became wide eyed and looked at the knife petruding out of his chest. He slowly looked back up at Jon.

"I told you that I was gonna kill you. Now that was my promise to you. Rot in hell, motherfucker," Jon said.

He pulled out the knife.

He watched as Greg fell back on the floor, dead.

Adriana got up from the couch and hugged Jon.

"Jon!" she said. She started crying.

"It's alright. I'm here. Are the children okay? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. The kids are alright. J.J.'s scared is all," Adriana said.

"Shit...did another cop come in here?"

"No. But there is one outside on the lawn. Before Greg broke in the room and grabbed me, I saw your partner tackle someone down. I wonder who it is," Adriana said.

"Max," Jon said to himself.

"My brother?"

"Go check on the kids. I'll be back," Jon said.

Jon walked outside and saw his partner on the lawn. He had someone in handcuffs in the car.

"Hey! I was gonna go in when I heard a gunshot, but this boy here ran onto the lawn. I just called for backup. Everything alright?" Hernandez said.

"Call an ambulance. I had to kill someone," Jon said.

He continued walking to the car. He reached the car and opened the back door.

"Well well...who would've thought I'd see your face again?" Jon said.

"Whatever Jon," Max said.

"Look, I'm not gonna give you a hard time. I'm just gonna have my partner take you back to jail. You're sister has been through a lot today. I saved her from getting killed," Jon said.

Max looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Who was gonna kill my sister!?"

"My...father. Greg. I hate calling him my father. He was no father to me. Bastard wanted Adriana. Wished that my mom had aborted me. Apparently, I was in the way. If I didn't exist today, Adriana would've been his. That's the shit he said," Jon said.

"Damn...It's about time for me to straighten up then," Max said.

"Just do your two years and be done with it. Alright? Please, do it for your sister. Not for me. But for your sister. And your nephews and niece," Jon said.

"I will. Wait, nephews and niece?"

"Yes. We had twins. A boy and a girl. Aiden and Madaline."

"Sweet! Ugh...think you could bring them during visitation so I can see them?" Max asked.

"Sure. You be good kid," Jon said. "I'll be checking up on you."

"I will. Hey Jon?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man. I mean it. Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Looking at for me. And caring. Yeah, I broke out of jail, but I've been doing some thinking. And you care about me a lot. I'm glad to have you as a brother. Thank you," Max said.

"You're welcome kid," Jon said. "I'll see ya soon."

"Later."

Jon closed the door.

He saw the ambulances on their way down the street.

Author's Note: How did I do?