Chapter fifty four

She glanced at me, then at my mother before turning back to face my father. "Pedro, after all I did for you." I could spot emotion in her voice.
"Everyone who committed the same offense as you is dead. They are all dead, but somehow you earned my trust. " She turned to face me, before speaking on. "Do you know what your father did that made him sign the contract? Do you think I have such insane control over everyone's life? He earned himself everything he's going through, he bought this upon himself."
My mother was surprised, so was I. "You are surprised?" She sighed, and pulled on the trigger, as if to make sure the gun was loaded. We heard a gunshot, the bullet went through the wall. She heaved with relief, it seemed it made her feel better. My mother's eyes were still shut, her heart was beating fast.
"Pedro, you raped me!" She said this with tears choking her. "You took advantage of me, you raped me!" My mother gasped in disbelief. She knew of all the bad things my father had done, but never had she imagined that he had brought this on himself.
I wasn't so surprised.
Sandra kept speaking. "Naive fourteen years old orphan, yet you ganged up and raped me. Do you think you can ever escape from this? No, never!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
The gunshot seemed to have attracted people to my mum's office, we heard a knock on the door.
"Is everything okay, in there?" A masculine voice called from the outside.
Sandra turned to my mother, "Tell him everything is fine."
That was our only chance of getting help, but we might be spared if we did as she said. After all, she had nothing much against my mother and I. Secondly, who ever it was out there, probably had no weapons. It was useless trying to get anyone else involved. She might seem like a harmless young lady, but she was still the lord of the most dreaded gang in the whole city. My mum looked at me for approval, and I nodded.
"Everything's okay." My mother yelled in response.
"Tell him to go away." She said again.
"Go away!" My mother yelled again.
We heard his response dimly, "Okay, boss." Then he left the door.
"Good!" Sandra turned again to face us. She was feeling slightly better now.
"Listen, we both agreed that you would keep this away from my family members, didn't we?" My father said the first word since Sandra had walked in.
He wasn't denying her accusations, he really did rape her. Subconsciously, I spat out in utter disgust. "Fuck! Pedro, you are a monster. Did you seriously rape her? What is wrong with you? So, you have been lying all along, then? You really did bring this on yourself. Geez!" I had never felt so disappointed in my life.
"Listen, it's a long story." He sighed. "And I don't know where to start from. Sandra, I did everything to keep this from my family, and eventually, you are telling on me?" He wasn't apologizing, he was still angry that she had told my mother and I what happened. My mum was still too surprising to say a word. My father spoke on. "Sandra, I was drunk that night. I told you, I have never done anything like it in my life."
"You were drunk for three nights?" The young lord giggled. "You tied me to a bed, and took turns in raping me?"
"No!" My father screamed, his hand on his head. "No! I told you, it was just on the first night that I participated. I had a little argument with my wife, and went clubbing with my friends. I got really drunk, and somehow I joined them. I have told you this a million times, I am sorry, Sandra, I'm sorry."
My mother walked up to him, and landed a hot slap on his face. Next, she spat into his eyes. "You disgust me, Pedro! You are a indeed a monster. You raped a thirteen years old?"
"She was fourteen!!!" He interrupted with a scream.
"That doesn't change the fact that you are a monster! You raped me on our wedding night, you raped a fourteen years old girl, you have raped your daughter multiple times. What are you not?"
"You don't understand." My father threw his hands in the air.
"There's nothing to understand." Sandra moved closer, causing my mother to amble backwards. "Absolutely nothing to understand, I will do this for all the innocent girls that have suffered from your claws."
"No! Let me." I walked to where she stood, and stood next to her. I was beginning to feel slightly cold, the afternoon was chilly.
But the anger boiling inside of me kept me warm. "I deserve to take my revenge on him. I have waited for this day to come. I also promised a friend that I would avenge her death. Let me, Sandra!"
She ignored my request, but pulled on the trigger. My father ducked swiftly. "Please, Camilla, please Sandra, please..."
He was down on his knees. "I am sorry. Sandra, you made me ruin the life of all these ladies. I mean, I wouldn't have raped my daughter if you didn't ask me to."
Sandra ignored him and pulled the trigger again. I watched the bullet go through his arm, but didn't come out on the other side.
He winced in pain. The two gun shots had attracted my mum's colleagues. Without knocking, they began to drill the door.
Sandra took a pause, to observe the pace at which they were drilling. She quickly took her mask, and covered her face.
And then, she aimed at my father again. He was in the pool of his own blood.
The second shot was aimed for his heart, and I watched him shut his eyes in what seemed to be a total blackout.
A victory for me, for her, for all the innocent young ladies in the world, a victory I wish I had gotten myself.