BOY MANIAC

Chapter 2

“if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.”

AHEM

he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. 

Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in.

“That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

Asked the bald guy on stripped shirt.

I shook my head slowly.

“Now you know it is, so better pray that your daddy gets here in the next five minutes or else, I'll turn it on and electrify you to death,”

he threatened; pointing his finger at me. 

“why are you doing this to me?"

I asked tears dripping from my eyes.

“Why am I doing this to you? Well, I'm going to tell you since you are going to die anyway.”

For your information, your worthless daddy ran my son over with a car, and then drove away, leaving him helpless on the road. Now my son is crippled for life.”

My eye brows rose, and I swallowed hard.

“My dad? NO! my dad would never do such an evil thing.”

“NooOOH! my dad would never do such an evil thing,”

he mimicked me.

“Well he did you idiot, and this is payback. I want to make him pay; make him suffer, for the pain he inflicted on my son. I want him to know what it's feels like to watch his son go through hell of pain.”

“boss, he is here,”

A new face interrupted him.

“let him in.”

Four new faces processed in, three of them were carrying guns, while the other held a black briefcase.

“Stiles!!!”

shouted the man with the briefcase

“dad!!”

I shouted and watched as the briefcase dropped from his hands. With a wry smile he ran towards me and threw his arms around me. His daunting breath flowed unto my face as he exhaled; his breath wheezing like he had run ten miles. He bit his lower lip as tears welled up in his chocolate brown eyes.

“Enough!!!”

A voice interrupted us. It was the bald bossy dude with an angry expression distorting his face. Stroking the bristly moustache below his dainty nose he ordered,

“Now go pick up that box and hand it over like a gentleman.”

Slowly my dad disengaged; shaking his head, he plodded sluggishly to where the box lay; picked it up and handed it over.

“Attaboy,” 

He complicated my dad; petting him on the back.

“Can we go now?”

My Dad asked; his eyes frail and bloodshot.

“Not until I check if the box is intact.”

“Skylar!”

He thundered

“Yes boss,”

answered one of his men.

“Check if the box is intact.”

“Okay boss.”

Skylar flipped the case open; for a while he stare at it with wide eyes and the muttered,

“Boss, half of the box is loaded with cool cash, while the remaining half is littered with change.”

“Change?”

“Yes boss”

“Hey you,”

he called my dad.

“Are you sure that the money in this case is complete?”

“Yes it is,”

my dad replied briskly.

“You will regret it if I find out that the money in this case isn't complete. So now for the last time, is it complete?”

“Yes it is.”

“Well then if it is complete; boys, grab him.”

“NooOOH,”

my dad screamed as the men with guns quickly grabbed my dad and shoved him down.

“it's time.”

said the bald headed man. The bulry dude placed a metal plate on my head, strapped my legs together and attached big cables to it. Panic seized my brain; my heart pounced in my ribcage like a hungry lion; trying to break out of it's den. My whole body shook in the constant fear of the future that loomed before me. 

Hope it's not what I'm thinking? God please save me.

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.”

The bossy dude whispered into my ear.

“please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..”

I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears.

“how old are you kid?”

He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak.

“I said how old are you? You nitwit.”

He bellowed stentoriously

“S... I XT..E...E...N"

I replied, my voice quavering, and my lips trembling as I spoke.

“well, I'm sorry you are going to die so young for a crime you didn't commit.”

“tsk, tsk, tsk,”

he added, shaking his head.

“Leave my son alone! I've given you what you demanded for,”

My dad said with teary eyes; wriggling to set himself free from his captors.

“What did you just say? OH! you think you've given me what I really want? Well, I don't think so. What I really want from you, is something that you'll never ever forget in a hurry,"

he replied; his voice gruff than ever.

“Please...why are you doing this....?”

“Foolish people always ask foolish questions. But don't worry, you'll soon find out why I'm doing this..”

He strutted towards a red lever; a vile smirk appeared on his face as he reached out his hand to pull the lever.

“Please don't kill my son,”

My dad beg with teary eyes.

“Well you should have known that before crippling my son.”

“Your S....”

“Shut up!!”

The bald guy fired before my dad could finish his statement. 

“No! Don't!!! No!!!!!!”

My dad screamed as the bossy guy tightened his grip on the lever and slowly pulled it.

“Dad save me....”

I cried out, tugging the manacles; wriggling from left to right. 

“Leave my son alone!!!”

My dad screamed; tears bathing his eyes as he wriggled to set himself free from his captors. 

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa!!!!!”

The bossy guys laughter filled the air like sharp staccato notes. Then with a sad face he muttered in a husky voice.

“I'm sorry son, I didn't mean to do this; but this is what I call pay back. This what I call an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

And with that he pulled the lever.

“Ahh!!!!!!”

I yelled my lungs out as a great tremor over took me. I gripped the hands of the chair tightly; wailing as the electrifying pain course through me. I sensed my soul drifting away from my body. But all of a sudden the pain that burned me like myriads of thunderbolts, faded away to an icy numbness. Tears spilled over the sides of my eyes and darkness decended on my vision. My eyes closed slowly and I gave myself to the darkness.