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would never be able to get those images out of my
head; they would haunt me forever. My poor parents. Had they known it was
coming? Or had they been taken completely by surprise?
The police believed they were murdered by a MOB
organization that went by the name of Snakes. No one really knew who the head
of the organization was, although there was speculation. I couldn't even fathom
what they had been talking about. I thought they were joking when they told me.
They had to be. My parents got caught up in the MOB — no it just wasn't
possible. My parents were normal people, they had never been in trouble ever.
My father used to lecture me about the speeding tickets that I got; how on
earth had he managed to get involved with the MOB? No, it was some kind of a
sick joke, it just had to be. My father would never do something so illegal and
dangerous. He loved my mother too much to risk her life.
When I had met with the police they had told me that
the MOB organization was based in LA. They believed they were the cause of it
due to a letter that had been left behind at the murder scene. The letter had
been short and sweet, “If you don't pay, then you pay the price.” It had been
signed with an insignia that only that MOB used apparently. The police told me
that it was just something they did after a kill, leave random short phrases
behind with their victims. It sickened me that my parents had been a lesson to
others. Leaving a note on a kill site seemed just too cold and callused. Who
were these people? Monsters. Every one of them.
It was discovered that my father had owed a lot of
money. He had taken out a second mortgage on the house and just got in over his
head. I had no idea that they had trouble with money to begin with. They had
never spoken about their finances with me; really it was none of my business.
My mother hadn't been aware that my father had gone to the MOB for a loan. The
problem with borrowing from sharks was that there was always a steep deadline,
and if it wasn't paid you would pay with your life. How had my father gotten
messed up in all that? What was he thinking going to the MOB for money? He had
risked my mother’s life trying to get out of financial trouble. It just wasn't
worth it. He should have lost the house, the cars, everything before he risked
my mother’s life. Tears welled up inside
my eyes once again as I thought about my parents. I had loved them so dearly
and they had been ripped out of my life senselessly. Why? None of it made sense,
and the more I thought about it, the crazier I felt.
No arrests had been made however; the MOB knew what
they were doing. They couldn't arrest anyone because there was no solid
evidence to do so. They knew it was the MOB but they had to prove it. Without
fingerprints or some other solid evidence it was all useless. My parents’ death
was useless and no one would end up paying the price for taking their lives. It
didn't make sense. Someone needed to pay for taking away my life. My parents
were human beings and they didn't deserve to die over something as stupid as
money. I felt bile rise up in my throat as I thought about my mother helpless
and afraid, being butchered by some monster trying to settle a score. I looked
around the room and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside I locked the
door and headed for the toilet. I retched up what little food I had in my
stomach. As I stared into the toilet bowl, tears sprang up into my eyes once
again. Fuck! Why did this have to happen to my parents! They were good
people who didn't deserve to be slaughtered. God, to think of what they must
have gone through, I couldn't bear it. I wanted to pound those thoughts out of
my head, but no matter what I did those thoughts always returned.
I knew something had to be done. I needed to know who
was responsible for their death and make them pay for taking my parents away
from me. The cops had given up all hope of bringing anyone to justice because
they just
head; they would haunt me forever. My poor parents. Had they known it was
coming? Or had they been taken completely by surprise?
The police believed they were murdered by a MOB
organization that went by the name of Snakes. No one really knew who the head
of the organization was, although there was speculation. I couldn't even fathom
what they had been talking about. I thought they were joking when they told me.
They had to be. My parents got caught up in the MOB — no it just wasn't
possible. My parents were normal people, they had never been in trouble ever.
My father used to lecture me about the speeding tickets that I got; how on
earth had he managed to get involved with the MOB? No, it was some kind of a
sick joke, it just had to be. My father would never do something so illegal and
dangerous. He loved my mother too much to risk her life.
When I had met with the police they had told me that
the MOB organization was based in LA. They believed they were the cause of it
due to a letter that had been left behind at the murder scene. The letter had
been short and sweet, “If you don't pay, then you pay the price.” It had been
signed with an insignia that only that MOB used apparently. The police told me
that it was just something they did after a kill, leave random short phrases
behind with their victims. It sickened me that my parents had been a lesson to
others. Leaving a note on a kill site seemed just too cold and callused. Who
were these people? Monsters. Every one of them.
It was discovered that my father had owed a lot of
money. He had taken out a second mortgage on the house and just got in over his
head. I had no idea that they had trouble with money to begin with. They had
never spoken about their finances with me; really it was none of my business.
My mother hadn't been aware that my father had gone to the MOB for a loan. The
problem with borrowing from sharks was that there was always a steep deadline,
and if it wasn't paid you would pay with your life. How had my father gotten
messed up in all that? What was he thinking going to the MOB for money? He had
risked my mother’s life trying to get out of financial trouble. It just wasn't
worth it. He should have lost the house, the cars, everything before he risked
my mother’s life. Tears welled up inside
my eyes once again as I thought about my parents. I had loved them so dearly
and they had been ripped out of my life senselessly. Why? None of it made sense,
and the more I thought about it, the crazier I felt.
No arrests had been made however; the MOB knew what
they were doing. They couldn't arrest anyone because there was no solid
evidence to do so. They knew it was the MOB but they had to prove it. Without
fingerprints or some other solid evidence it was all useless. My parents’ death
was useless and no one would end up paying the price for taking their lives. It
didn't make sense. Someone needed to pay for taking away my life. My parents
were human beings and they didn't deserve to die over something as stupid as
money. I felt bile rise up in my throat as I thought about my mother helpless
and afraid, being butchered by some monster trying to settle a score. I looked
around the room and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside I locked the
door and headed for the toilet. I retched up what little food I had in my
stomach. As I stared into the toilet bowl, tears sprang up into my eyes once
again. Fuck! Why did this have to happen to my parents! They were good
people who didn't deserve to be slaughtered. God, to think of what they must
have gone through, I couldn't bear it. I wanted to pound those thoughts out of
my head, but no matter what I did those thoughts always returned.
I knew something had to be done. I needed to know who
was responsible for their death and make them pay for taking my parents away
from me. The cops had given up all hope of bringing anyone to justice because
they just
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