His Legacy

When it all crashed

“Steve, I need your help!” Sharon pleaded as he walked into the school stadium.

“You want to seduce me again and send a clip to my father?”

The statement grossed her.

“Stop! Don’t put it that way.”

“I cannot believe you are such a slut. I trusted you.”

Sharon held back her tears.

“I am not a slut. Your father contacted me through my father. I had to help because your father insisted.”

“How much did he pay you?”

“Steven, I do not like this….”

“How much did he pay you?”

Sharon sighed.

“Half a million.”

“Wow!”

“But, I promise you I didn’t send the video to anyone else. It was just your father.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Come on, Steven, my father is in trouble. You are the only one who can help us.”

“Back off!” Steven threatened, pointing a finger at her. “Do not come closer!”

“Steven, please!”

Steven ignored her and was approached by Jeremy. Jeremy was surprised at his coldness.

“What was that about?” He asked.

“Ignore it.”

Later that night, Steven heard his gate forcefully open. This confused him since his father forbade noise. He hurried to his window and saw some men dragging four people that were blindfolded.

What was happening?

He went to the stairway and rested on the railing. To his surprise, his father’s men brought in an entire family; their faces covered with a bag. He could tell from their voices and a young girl who cried.

“Dad, what are you doing?” Steven asked.

“What I should have done a long time ago!”

His dad ordered the men to remove the bags. They did sharply. Steven’s heart dropped.

“Dad No! No!” He pleaded, grabbing his dad’s arm. But his dad pushed him off.

“Stay out of this!”

Sharon had tears rolling down her cheeks. Her father, mother, and younger sister were in tears, begging his father to let them go. Steven remembered Sharon’s plea earlier that day. This

traumatized him.

“Let them go, please!” Steven pleaded, grabbing his father again.

“Don’t be a weakling!” His father punched him on the cheeks. He landed on the floor. “That’s not how I trained you.”

Mary video-called him to ask what was going on, but he couldn’t respond.

“We will pay you back, we promise.” Sharon’s father gave his word.

“I want the money now!” Steven’s father insisted.

“We need more time. We tried gathering all we could, but our target date is next year.”

“I cannot wait till next year!” His father frowned. “You should have thought of this before collecting 10 million dollars from me.”

Steven watched them helplessly. His father wore some gloves and handed him the gun.

“Kill them!” He ordered.

“No! I would never!” Steven backed away fast.

“Do it now or I will kill them!”

His father was cruel! Very cruel! Steven took the weapon from his father and pointed it to Sharon’s father's head.

“Pull the trigger!” His father insisted.

“But it’s wrong….”

“Do it!”

Steven couldn’t take it. He threw the gun away in panic.

“I won’t do it! I won’t do it!”

His father pinned him to the floor and punched him continuously. Blood oozed from his nose and mouth. His face was severely bruised.

“I am so ashamed of you, Steve! You are not my son! What legacy will you leave?!”

“I do not want to be your legacy.”

“I despise you!”

His father spat at him,

He picked up the gun and pointed it towards Sharon’s father.

“Say hello to the devil for me!”

He shot him in the brain and did the same to her mother and younger sister. Steve was traumatized, helpless, and mad. Both he and Sharon exchanged gazes as his father pointed his gun at her. She looked scared, weak, and didn't want to die.

“I love you….”

She said her last word to Steven before the gun was fired. Steven’s world crashed.

“No!” he screamed, hurrying to her.

“Stay away!” his father pulled him off her. “Your fingerprint will be all over her body.”

“Leave me!”

Steven struggled and got away from his father’s grip.

“You shouldn't have killed them. They did nothing wrong.”

His father hissed.

“You are a sentimental mess. So disgraceful!”

The sound of a siren was heard in the distance.

“O! No! Someone called the authority. Move! Move!” he alerted his men as they fled to the back door.

“Are you not coming?” His father asked him, realizing he sobbed over the dead bodies.

“I will kill you! I will fucking kill you!”

His father was upset. Despite his desperation to drag him along, he needed to save his skin.

“Black Dracula!!!! Fall Back! Now!” His dad screamed like a coward. Steven would never forget the fright in his eyes that night. The old man left his son and hurried out with the others. The police rushed in and pulled Steven from the bodies. The gun was picked.

“You will stay in the police station for a while,” the police told him. “We will ask you a few questions.”

Steven was silent.

“Is there anyone else here

His mind went to Mary.

“My sister! My sister!” He alerted them.

“Your sister?” One of the men asked in confusion.

A police officer walked out of her room and held her cell phone in his hand.

“A girl is dead in there,” the officer told his colleagues.

Steven broke.

“She called us right before she died. That’s creepy. I think she had an asthmatic attack. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked like she cried a lot before she died.”