A Father's Revenge

Russel Kelsey was sitting on the park bench. His heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, and sweat was developing on his forehead. His hands were in his jacket pockets, but they started to shake, so he clenched them into fists to hopefully stop the shaking.

Russel was thinking about how he got to where he was now. Two years ago, he would have never thought about the horrible act he was about to commit. But then again, two years ago, his 22-year-old daughter was still alive, and she was not raped violently by a wealthy business tycoon. And when the asshole was able to buy off all the judges and lawyers so he did not face any punishment, his daughter committed suicide. His only child was Russel's whole life since his wife passed away six years ago. With his life in ruins, Russel made up his mind over the past few weeks that the prick who murdered his daughter, at least in his mind, deserved to die.

Now Russell waited on the park bench. In a few minutes, the business tycoon would arrive, and he would walk up to the building across the street. Reporters have gathered around to interview the jackass. It will give him enough time to walk across the street, place a bullet into him, and send him to hell. He reminded himself to shoot for the head as he read that this asshole sometimes wears bulletproof vests for protection.

Russel pulled his left hand from his pocket and looked at his watch. 10:14 was what it read. Russel smiled and thought, "Of course, the dickhead was late for his funeral."

Russel looked up and saw a limo approaching. "This must be him," he thought, so he got up and started walking toward the limo.

As the limo stopped, the reporters gathered around the car, trying to get into position to interview the man.

His bodyguards got out first, pushing the crowd back to make room for their boss. One bodyguard opened the rear door, and a man stepped out. It was him, the man that ruined his life. As he exited the limo, he started waving his hand at the crowd and began to speak, saying he had about 10 minutes to answer questions from the reporters. More than enough time to kill the asshole thought Russel.

Russel put his right hand around the 9 mm Glock handgun in his jacket pocket. It was cold and damp from his hands sweat, and he hoped it wouldn't slip out when he pulled it out. Russel quietly pushed his way forward through the crowd and went to the front. The businessman was talking, but Russel was not paying attention to what he was saying, as he did not care.

Russel stood before the man and looked him straight into his smiling face. The Business tycoon soon recognized Russel, and his smile quickly disappeared. "You!" was the last words the jackass would say.

At that very moment, Russel pulled out his Glock and shoved it into the man's mouth. "This is for my daughter." Said Russel as he pulled the trigger. The 9 mm bullet tore right through the man's head and exited out the back in a stream of blood and pieces from his brain. Two of the man's bodyguards quickly tackled Russel to the ground and pulled the gun from his hands, but it was too late as the business tycoon lay dead on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

The bodyguards picked up Russel, and as he looked over his masterpiece, a smile emerged from his face.

The stunned reporters were silent momentarily, but then one of them quickly ran up to Russel to ask him a question. "Why did you do this?"

"I was just doing what our justice system failed to do. I sentenced to death the rapist and murderer of my daughter," said Russel calmly.

Other reporters started to shout out questions, but Russel ignored them as he wondered what his daughter thought about what he had just done. Would she be proud of him, or would she be mad that he also ruined his own life and would probably spend the rest of his days in prison?