Chapter 2: secrecy tone!

The next morning my uncle suggested that I take the day off and skip school. It is odd considering my uncle believes in having great attendance and that academics is very important to him. School was never my strong suit, it's learning things with people that I can learn on my own. It's a forced social interaction, and not that I'm bad with people but it's just that people have always been bad with me. 

"Today, gliz you're gonna take the day off of school. We're gonna go to the mall, and spend the day together. I'm sure you're wondering why or maybe you already figured it out by now, but I figure if not now then when can I tell you?" Said uncle roscoe. 

"I figured after yesterday I would skip school today but what is it you have to tell me? And why now?" Said gliz. 

"Ahh, you're getting too far ahead of yourself. Let's just take it one event at a time. Let's go!" Said uncle roscoe. 

"Hmm, ok." Said gliz. 

My uncle brought us to the mall in a hurry, I've never questioned it, but looking back on it, I realized it was real life foreshadowing.

"Why are we here at the mall?" Said gliz. 

"I wanted to tell you this in a setting where I knew you couldn't over react. Yesterday, you did some strange things." Said uncle roscoe. 

*gasp, "but I don't even know what I did? Or what it was." Said gliz.

 "What you did may have frightened you or worse, if someone saw what you did and caught on to what it was that you did, you would be in danger." Said uncle roscoe. 

"Danger, what danger. What did I do? Said gliz. 

Right before my uncle could continue explaining any more, there was a bright red glowing dot on my forehead. My uncle spotted it and jumped to push me out of the way. At that moment I was more terrified than ever. 

"Where did that come from?" I asked myself.

I couldn't even sense someone watching and the bullet pierced my uncles hunter boots, these guys were good shots. Luckily no one was even injured. My uncle grabbed me up then we both hid inside a nearby store.

As I looked around to examine the store we were in, I could see something so surprising I couldn't even explain it by using the word "surprising". It happened once again. There were 6 men wearing all black, holding large guns. One of these men must've been where the shot was fired from. There were 6 guns to the back of each man's head. That is when I figured that it can't be me doing this, but I knew it did have to be me somehow by the way my uncle acted.

"Am I doing this? But how can I be doing this? Is it because of me?" I said, I yelled, I freaked out.

"Yes, gliz, the reason these guns are here is because of you!" Said uncle roscoe in a serious tone with a small smile.

In this dire, deadly situation I've never imagined could happen, Uncle Roscoe explained to me something about myself that sounded fictional, taken out of an anime, or comic book. 

I looked up to where the men were after uncle Roscoe spotted them, the guys moved locations, while he was explaining, one of the guys looked behind himself and saw the pistols I, apparently subconsciously conjured up. He warned his buddies and ran away, to where, who knows. 

The guy's partners stayed and fought, each turning their fire to the guns. The guns seemed unfazed, unmoved, and had no damage, clean and shiny as ever despite the shots fired on them. I couldn't believe any of this at all. 

But even once they were dealt with, mostly as each got knocked out, one by one, I couldn't help but think to myself. 

"Who were these guys, who sent these guys, and why were they after me?" Constantly, those questions remained in my head. 

As I saw what the guns did to the men, memories awoke that I thought were buried beneath everything, this wasn't my first or second time… 

The afternoon was foggy in downtown stephlon that day, my mother, father and I were leaving the movie theaters, they took me to see my favorite movie, "The Nighted winged!" for my 7th birthday. I was so happy that night, even after leaving the theater.

We decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway that led to our house. As we were walking, my father was awkwardly quiet while my mother and I were talking about the movie. Suddenly, 6 men wearing dingy and broken clothing came from the opposite foggy way, directly towards us. 

The men had weapons, such as knives, bats, and even a gun. I freaked out and began sweating, my mother showed no fear but she squeezed my hand tighter.

The alley was a large and wide one, as we kept going our way, the men got closer and closer with each step, I kept thinking about the movie though. 

The men eventually each surrounded us with their weapons in hand, they changed their path onto ours but remained surrounding us as we walked.

Finally, after a few minutes, one of them had finally made a move and my mother fought amazingly. My father taught her an unbeatable style of martial arts, though, against multiple opponents, I guess that was its weakness. 

My father during this life or death scene disappeared without a trace of his existence there, the guys eventually overcame my mother, bloodied her and beat her until she was on the brink of death which means she remained in the hospital for a while.

One of the guys beat me with his bat 20 times, bloodied me, the only thing I could feel was pain and fear and anger. 

I was so scared, I peed on myself, then suddenly, as I looked up while lying on the floor with my body beaten so badly that I couldn't move, I witnessed 6 big guns, did my research on them later, they were called the Breda 30, in the "Light machine gun" category. 

Each of these 6 surrounded the bad men, and blasted them in their kneecaps. The police soon arrived after a little while, luckily, my mother was saved and no severe damage was done, she only needed some surgeries.

The doctors told me it was a miracle I survived, and that I'm abnormally tough for a kid. Nothing severe was done to me.

I asked the police where my father was, if he was kidnapped or taken somehow, I told the police he disappeared but said nothing but good things like, "my father wouldn't abandon us, he's a good man" and so on.

The police chief told me that there was no evidence he was ever present, no evidence he was kidnapped. The police chief also told me, he and his guys watched the CCTV that caught everything that night over 50 times, never saw us present with another male, and he never saw the big guns I cried about around neither.

The last thing I remember seeing that night was uncle Roscoe, he came into the police station to pick me up, I ran and hugged him and cried. I cried about my father getting kidnapped, but life continued on and for so long, I was lost and shocked. 

It's as if my father was never real to begin with, but my mom saw him, and they had me which was living proof he existed.

I mourned the loss of my father for years.