Estranged apple

March 26th, 1968

 I had my gun, a glock to be precise with me tonight. I had it on my right hand underneath the table as I sat in the corner with a smile next to my two lovely parents. They were the best parents that I could hope and wished for. My mother is not that pretty, my father is not that handsome and I did not care. 

 Do you think that I was going to say that? Why would I bring my gun if it were. If you believed it, jokes on you then!

March 24th 1968 

 I had heard this message from my men. I stood up and headed to the bathroom, ouch. I had accidentally passed through the chair, well what could I do? My room was as dark as it could be. It was that goddamn news’ fault that I had to feel this way.

 Feel what you ask? Oh trust me, you’ll never understand even if I were to tell you. I don’t even want to tell you in the first place. That news, that freaking news hindered me from taking a fucking dump. It was time for dinner.

  “So, what are you going to do honey?” My wife had asked me. 

  “You tell me what I’m supposed to do now,” 

  “B-but,”I had given her the answer yet she was still worried.

  “But what?”

  “This is your parents that we’re talking about,”

  “So?”

  “They’re the ones who give birth to you,” she informed me of something that all of us had known since forever. 

  “And?”

  “And? You should meet them of course,” she encouraged me. 

  “They left me, why should I meet them now? Why do they want to meet me now?”

  “M-maybe they regretted what they did?”

  “They sure does,”

  “D-dear?”

  “Will you take a look at my empire?” I then took a moment to think.

  “Of course, it has to be,”

  “W-what is it honey?” I then touched her face.

  “Yes, it has to be,” I clenched my fists as she looked at me with confusion in her eyes

  “They needed money,” 

  “M-money? B-but this is your parents that we’re talking about,”

  “Parents? To me they’re just as good as a stranger,”

  “Stranger? How could you?”

  “No dear, the question shouldn’t be how could you but how could they?”

  “I-I think that they must have left you for some reason don’t you think so?”

  “Reason? What reason?”

  “M-maybe they had no money to raise y-you-”

  “Why bother giving birth to me then?”

  “L-love?”

  “Love? Love? I love you, I love Mike, Gerard,” I then stood up from my seat.

  “That’s not love, they never loved me. Never did and never will,”

  “B-but honey-”

  “Jack, can you please escort my wife out? I need a plan for tomorrow’s meeting with Mr. Ben,” 

  “My lady, if you would,” Jack made the way.

  “Don’t need one,” she threw her face away from me.

  “Sorry dear, I couldn’t help it, I’m sick of them.” 

 March 25th 1968

  “So, about the project next week,” I had prepared an important presentation to the gentlemens in front of me. 

  “There are about 45% of people who are jobless here. Yet, if you take a good look at it, there are about 60 to 70% of job available outside-”

KNOCK, KNOCK.

  “Sir, I-I’m sorry to bother you b-but we need you now,” Jack then comes in.

  “Need me? For what? Can't  you see that I am busy right now?” My guests then look at me.

  “It’s an urgent matter, it’s your wife sir-”

  “My wife? What’s the matter with her?” 

  “It’s not something that I can say in front of the others sir,”

  “Why?”

  “S-sir, it’s an urgent matter, every second counts,”

  “W-well gentlemen, I am terribly sorry that I have to leave for a moment due to my uneducated wife,”

  “Well, can’t help it I mean a bitch is a bitch right?” Everyone in the room giggled.

  “Thank you for the understanding, I swear in my name that I will finish this project in time,” I then left the room. 

  “What is it?” I asked as we got in the car.

  “She threatens that she will commit suicide if you don’t listen to her demands,”

  “Demands?” I paused.

  “What did she want? A bike for Mike?” I finished.

  “It’s your parents sir, she wanted you to meet with her,” he informed me. 

  “Just because of that?”

  “Y-yes sir.”

  “God damnit, how stupid could she be?”

  “I am terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you sir.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” 

  “What do you want me to do sir?”

  “Let me handle it.

  “Yes sir.”

  We then entered the gates of my mansion where I  could see her on the top of our roof. That crazy woman really intended to commit suicide. I then walked through the stairs and peeked my head out of the window.

  “Honey, can you talk to me? Why are you doing this?”

  “Your parents really wanted to meet you.”

  “Didn’t I say that I don’t want to?” 

  “But they really do.” 

  “Alright, you kow that I love you don’t you, why don’t you come over here first?”

  “Not until you say yes.”

  “Why?”

  “They asked me too.”

  “Who? My parents?”

  “Yes.”

  “Alright, I’ll consider it if you come here now.”

  “You will?”

  “Yes, I will.”

She then came down and I hugged her.

  “If you meet my parents, tell them to come tomorrow at six.”

  “I will honey, I just wanted you to meet your parents.”

  “Yes I know that you wanted the best of me.”

 I then went back to my office after all that mess and began to work on my latest project. KNOCK, KNOCK. Jake then entered the room, he had this look on his face.

  “What is it?” 

  “I-I don’t know how to inform you of this sir, b-but,” he paused.

  “But what?”

  “Your clients have cancelled the project with you.”

  “W-why?”

  “I-I don’t know sir.”

  “C-could it be, due to earlier this morning…”

  “Damnit!” I slammed my fist into the table. 

  “W-what is it sir?!” 

  “Me leaving the meeting must be the cause.” 

  “B-but.”

  “Damnit, I shouldn’t have left.” 

March 26th 1968 

 I had my gun, a glock to be precise with me tonight. I had it on my right hand underneath the table as I sat in the corner with a smile in front of my two lovely parents. They were the best parents that I could hope and wished for. My mother is not that pretty, my father is not that handsome and I did not care. 

 Do you think that I was going to say that? Why would I bring my gun if it were. If you believed it, jokes on you then! My mother was around 60, she has curly brown hair. My father is also in his 60s.

  “How have you been?” My mother asked me.

  “Good.”

  “Are you eating properly? Sleeping enough?”

  “Thanks to my wife, yes.”

  “Speaking of her, where is she?” 

  “She’s with the kids.”

  “How many children do you have?” My father asked.

  “Three.” 

  “Boys and girls?”

  “Two boys and a girl.” 

  “That’s wonderful,” he praised me. 

  “Let’s get to the point, so why are you here?” 

  “W-we missed you, you are our son after all,” my father was dripping in sweat.

  “Missed me? Why?” 

  “We only wanted a better life for you since we were so poor-”

  “Dear, didn’t I tell you to not touch that subject?!” My father scolded her.”

  “So, it’s about money then?”

  “Y-you see,” my father took his napkin out.

  “Due to your father’s gambling habits-”

  “Dear! I told you to keep quiet didn’t I?!”

  “I-I’m sorry.”

  “So, how much do you need?” 

  “A-around 50 million if you don’t mind,” he said as he wiped his sweat.

  “Alright, I’ll give it to you cash, Jake will bring you the money.”

  “T-thank you,” my father thanked me and shook my hand.

  “I am your son after all,” I smiled.

  “Yes you are,” he smiled back.

  We then finished our dinner and I showed the way out to my parents, I pulled my gun out of my pocket. That was their biggest mistake, turning their back on me that is. 

BANG!

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