Epilogue
That son of a bitch killed me! He really did it. After all I done for the little brat. Even after all the evidence they had on the kid, they fooled themselves into think he is innocent. Every stupid juror was clueless, especially juror 8. The only person on that jury that could see clearly was the 3rd juror. Now my son is going to grow up as the new Al Capone, the biggest and the baddest person on the block. He is going to disgrace my good name. Even after I tried to raise him up good, he still turns into a cold blooded killer. My son will be a tornado. Destroying things. Being ruthless. Stopping at nothing to get his own way.
In my mind I am reliving the events that lead to my killing. Trying to learn what I’ve done to make my ungrateful kid stab me in the chest. On the night that I died, all was going well with everything until the little rat …show more content…
I stayed their for an hour to relax and clear my mind of the struggles I had at work. When I left to go home, my son was watching tv with one of his friends. The windows were open to let the awful smell out. Books and paper were on the floor, dishes and leftover food was everywhere. It looked like some through a stick of dynamite into the whole apartment. I yelled at my son to move because I wanted to watch the nights baseball game. He told me no because they were watching some new show. But I didn’t let him finish speak, I hit him multiple times to get it through his thick skull I was in charge. My son and his friend left after I yelled at him. I couldn’t tell at the time how he felt, I was unsure how dealt with it. That night I was soaked in sorrow, of how my life turn out. I was drunk on the couch and I passed out before the 3rd inning started. I woke up around 2 in the morning, and found my son sleeping in his bed. I thought all was well between the two of us. I didn’t realized how much hatred was behind the
That son of a bitch killed me! He really did it. After all I done for the little brat. Even after all the evidence they had on the kid, they fooled themselves into think he is innocent. Every stupid juror was clueless, especially juror 8. The only person on that jury that could see clearly was the 3rd juror. Now my son is going to grow up as the new Al Capone, the biggest and the baddest person on the block. He is going to disgrace my good name. Even after I tried to raise him up good, he still turns into a cold blooded killer. My son will be a tornado. Destroying things. Being ruthless. Stopping at nothing to get his own way.
In my mind I am reliving the events that lead to my killing. Trying to learn what I’ve done to make my ungrateful kid stab me in the chest. On the night that I died, all was going well with everything until the little rat …show more content…
I stayed their for an hour to relax and clear my mind of the struggles I had at work. When I left to go home, my son was watching tv with one of his friends. The windows were open to let the awful smell out. Books and paper were on the floor, dishes and leftover food was everywhere. It looked like some through a stick of dynamite into the whole apartment. I yelled at my son to move because I wanted to watch the nights baseball game. He told me no because they were watching some new show. But I didn’t let him finish speak, I hit him multiple times to get it through his thick skull I was in charge. My son and his friend left after I yelled at him. I couldn’t tell at the time how he felt, I was unsure how dealt with it. That night I was soaked in sorrow, of how my life turn out. I was drunk on the couch and I passed out before the 3rd inning started. I woke up around 2 in the morning, and found my son sleeping in his bed. I thought all was well between the two of us. I didn’t realized how much hatred was behind the