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Sorry, Clara, but I will kill him.I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back.
As it is, I have my mission.I have his address.He’s living rent-free in an apartment, having made friends with some scumbag slumlord, doing superficial maintenance and being an enforcer between the tenants when there are complaints.
He will be home tonight.Lawrence tells me he has a fresh batch of drugs, and has hired a lady for companionship.High living for someone who took his struggling daughter for every cent she had.
I step out of my car and walk through the rain.My jacket is drenched, but I don’t care.I’m not a witch, I won’t melt.I walk up to his door and knock softly at first.When I get no response, I rap at it louder and louder until I do.
“Holy shit, Randal, you could just call me,” I hear from the other side.The tumblers turn, and the door opens.
I see his face.I studied it extensively from the photos Lawrence brought me, since Clara has none, no sentimental reasons driving her to keep any.
The plan is to go in and negotiate with him, tell him to leave town and never return.If he does that, I’ll do nothing to him.
But my anger gets the best of me because I immediately throw a punch at his jaw the moment I lay eyes on him.
He stumbles back.“What the fuck?”
I follow it with another shot, both of us inside of the apartment, the door still wide open.
The woman in there screams in terror.“The hell is going on, Frank?”
I don’t let Frank answer, trying to keep up the pressure.
But maybe I underestimated him.He does come from a rough background and has been in his fair share of scraps.I don’t expect it when he rushes me with a double leg takedown and throws his own punch back into my face.We crash through some nearby shelves, a huge clatter of dishes falling all around us.
I reel from his blow, dizzy from the hit.I have brief doubts.I’m not a fighter.I work out, yes.But I’m just a man fueled by anger and driven by his own sense of justice.
I take his blows, enduring them.
“You’re on the wrong side of the tracks, rich boy!”Frank says as he takes the advantage.
My hand finds a heavy plate and I swing for his head, smashing it over his temple and sending him slinking down.
I scramble to my feet as Frank writhes on the ground, and see the confusion in the eyes of his girlfriend-for-hire.I pull out my wallet and lay down a stack of hundreds in front of her.“Get out of here.Now.You’ve seen nothing.”
She looks down at the money, then at me.She takes it, then obeys me, scurrying out the still open front door.She’s just a woman down on her luck, struggling to make ends meet.I wasn’t going to give her any trouble.
Just as I get rid of our only witness, I fall to the ground, barely keeping my head from hitting the floor.Frank tripped me.He’s still conscious, and still angry.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, pal, but I’ll bury you.At least I’ll get a pretty penny for that fancy suit of yours.”
He manages to get to his feet and kick me in the ribs.I writhe in pain, but the adrenaline is flowing and I’m back on my feet soon after.I keep throwing fists with this guy.
This is his home.He knows where things are, including the tools of his trade.He grabs a baseball bat I didn’t see and swings it right for my gut.I catch it, and we’re both struggling and fighting over the wooden bat.
“Who the fuck are you, anyway?”
“A concerned citizen.One who has problems with your parenting methods.”
“Parenting methods?”He cocks an eyebrow.“I don’t even...oh.Clara?I treat her like a princess.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“She’s an ungrateful brat!She never sees what I do for her!”
My incredulity gets the best of me.I throw a knee up at him, and that’s enough for me to steal the bat away.
“Are you that full of yourself?That high on your own shit?”I say as I swing for his gut.
