101 // Inferno

What was the definition of hell? Was it a place, a person, or was it reliving the same nightmare over and over again? For Javier Mendoza, it was all of the above.

Javier Mendoza was forty-five this year, and in a few weeks, it would be thirty-two years since the massacre, thirty-two years since he lost his parents, and that was something that he would never heal from.

Rodrigo and Reina Dos Santos. He could never forget those two names, they were the root of his nightmares, and for years, he had dreamt of the day he would exact his revenge against them for murdering his family.

Since the night of Aaron McEnroe Senior's party, he had been reminiscing about how he was going to get back at MJ, he imagined all the ways he could punish her for everything she had done to him these past few days. However, it was nothing compared to what he felt when one of the girls, Naira, told him that they saw someone that resembled Reina Dos Santos at the hospital.

He could not believe what he was hearin