(prequal) my baby girl needs me

I love you daddy, I love you too sweetie pie He looked at his daughter the center of his entire world, her first day of the first grade, not a care in the world, He held back the regret of his beloved wife not being able to see their little girl on her first day of school. He pulled up to Hitchens elementary and gave her a kiss on the cheek good bye, and waved as she scooted out of the car and gave one last bye bye daddy I wove you. She was perfectly capable of pronouncing her l’s but she knew it made him laugh so she did it anyway.

Off she walked down the concrete side walk and into the two front doors, well I’m glad I finally got that over with, he thought to himself. Now it’s time for work, I can hardly call it work. Nobody actually kills people and considers it a job. I drove along the same route I took every day, along the same streets, even stopped at the same cheap coffee shop, no I didn’t get a coffee, I get a Hot chocolate to sedate my never ending sweet tooth, I take a sip mmmm so creamy and just the right amount of chocolate…..perfection.

Eventually In my busted up station wagon I made my way to the casino, not to gamble I can’t stand gambling.  I head through the gold lined double doors, the security guard knows me he lets me right in. up the carpeted stairs I go into the far back, where I must go to get my next assignment. I see the boss sitting in his leather chair smoking a fat cigar, I hold back a look of distaste, right away I try to plead my case, Tommy Tommy I don’t want to kill anymore, my little girl is in school finally and I don’t want her to see her father in that kind of way. Please I’m bagging you Tommy please give me a different job, I’ll even work for less. I’ll do anything. He looks at me with judging eyes he take a large inhale on his massive cigar, holds in then says the word well? As he exhales, Dante (yes my name is Dante)you have worked for me a long time, and you never let me down, Whatever I ask you get it done no questions asked. You are like a son to me, and I would do anything to keep you my boy, So I tell you what, you do this last teeny tiny job for me, and I’ll give you security duty here at the casino, and get this for the same price your making doing what your doing plus a bonus? EH EH How does that sounds, he says with his hands open like he just came up with the greatest plan ever, so pompous. I hate this bastard. He gives me a envelope, tells me some story about how this guy ripped him off and he needs him dead, but it’s going to be difficult because he has high security. I’ve dealt with security before, It’s only a matter of perspective to get to him. Before the boss even finished I was walking out the door. I have to get this job done before my baby girl gets out of school.

I sit in my car and run the air conditioner, before I open the envelope inside is a mesh of wire, and immediately the envelope begins to beep, my instinct takes over and I ditch it launching myself out of the car. My legs catch on fire as the car explodes. My spine feel like it’s shattered but I keep moving crawling away, inch by inch. That bastard is having me knocked off the list, he’s afraid if I’m not doing exactly what he does, I’m better off dead. At that moment I could only think of my baby girl. Who would take care of her?  Who would pick her up from school? Or tuck her in at night, I can’t die here not now, not ever. I flex every muscle in my body and scream thus inducing a forced adrenalin rush. I overcome the searing pain in my ruined legs and stand up I run right away the dead flesh on my feet tearing away from my feet as I propel my ruined body away from the explosion area. I need to get help before anyone comes to check if the job is done. I find a dead man lying in the street there’s always dead men in new York fucking alcoholics, I pick up his body, I have to be fast the rush is wearing off. I dump the dead bum in my now burning car, they need to find a body to buy myself more time. At least it’s not mine. I run off and call a taxi the pain in my legs is almost completely back. I limp inside the taxi and demand him to take me to the hospital. On the way there I feel free to scream and swear up a storm, I’ll kill that bastard that fucking bastard. Thoughts of my baby girl come flooding back into my head, it stays that way until I feel people dragging me out of the taxi  I try to fight back thinking it’s more of the mafia out to get me, but instead it’s just the orderlies transferring me to a cot. My body feel like molten fire, I’m reminded of my old days when I worked in the steel mill and seeing that one guy being burned alive from the molten steel falling on him, poor bastard. The doc gives me morphine. It takes the edge away a but just a bit. It’s not long before I’m off in the world of dreams, except these are attacking me. I see a man in a suit he’s saying something like some kind of speech. I only see his lips moving but there is no sounds’ between scenes I see my daughter she’s screaming. Then I see my body their scooping out my organs and putting it into bags. Then they take a jar of spiders and dump them inside my body, and pour gasoline all over me before setting me on fire. I scream as loud as I can but no matter what I can’t wake up, wake up, wake up wake up.  I say over and over but my endless torment of nightmares never seems to end, It goes on for what feels like days, until eventually out of nowhere my eyes open, and I am in a recovery room, my legs covered in bandages. I see the man in the suit at the foot of my bed, he begins to disappear but his last words it with me, death is only the beginning, I don’t know  how long I’v been out but I have to save my daughter. I see my cell phone and some sweat’s laid out beside my bed, I grab my phone and call my daughter’s school, right away the office clerk recognizes my voice, I was adamant my daughter get into the best school possible, so they were well aware of who I was what I sounded like, I ask how my daughter got home since she didn’t ride the bus, and they told me how my wife came to pick her up, I called her a stupid bitch and informed her my wife has been dead for over 5 years.

                She apologized and hung up, stupid bitch, they had her. That fucking pervert. I’m going to kill him. I called him next and gave him a ultimatum, e gives her back to me and I come work for him forever, I’d do anything literally anything for her. If he doesn’t comply I’ll go to the police then make sure 2 bullets goes through his eyes before the police to get to him, he knows I could do it and I would otherwise he wouldn’t of used my like some sort of fucked up mafia boo boo condom for so many years, I get in my car and head off to the predestinated meeting point. I prepared to knock some heads but that did not happen