36 Wonderful Feast Part 3 (2/2)

”Thank you Mr.Gillies you saved me I promise I will never do anything like this again I sware” Ingram was crying as snot dripped from his nose as he spoke which slurred his words even more because his swollen face and busted jaw already made it hard to discern his words.

Having to interpret what he was saying caused me great pain, but it had to be done. Leaning in close to him I put my hand on the right side of his face with no ear as I say.

”Quiet down Ingram you fool what in the world made you think I came to help you” Ingram had a blank look when he listed to what I said.

”What do you mean you're not here to save me you killed Vincent and 8 of his men why would you do that if not to help me”.

”Why you say, do you not remember what Vincent said he was going to do to me, it was all obviously for my own benefit and do you not remember what I said about you did you think I was joking you're already dead to me.

How many years had I taken care of you wiped your ass with a smile and fed you only for you to throw shit on me? Go on tell me HOW MANY YEARS!!”.

Ingram began to ball his eyes out even harder as he strained his voice to speak ”I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen. This isn't what I wanted please let me make it right I can change”.

”You say you want to change be a different person yet all I ever hear coming out of your mouth are things about you. You don't love me if you loved me then you would have thought about the man who only wanted to make something good out of two worthless pieces of shit to make a real family a father and a son. You are not my son your just a stranger to me now”.

Crying even harder with strained breathing Ingram tried to speak as clearly as possible ”No, I will not accept it that's not true I do love you. You raised me as your own when you never had to you may have been an orphan yourself so maybe that's why you took me in out of pity knowing what it's like having nothing. But, I don't care what the reason was for because it was the best time of my life you are my father and I am your son”.

Looking at Ingram I scratch my chin ”that's quite touching however you seem to be forgetting something well two things actually as I said already your not my son just a stranger meaning it doesn't matter if you die a dog's death or not.

I will not care just like any other person on the street doesn't care about the person's life walking next to them. The second thing you forgot is that your already dead to me if you're still confused by that then let me give you a hint”.

Reaching into my pocket I bring out my loaded revolver and aim it right between Ingram 's swollen teary eyes with a cold distant look on my own.

Ingram tried to speak once more ”father” Bang!!!

I wouldn't let him, I put 2 more rounds in his skull for good measure. Fresh blood spilled out covering a good bit of the cell floor a dark reflection of my self could even be seen in the blood. I eventually stepped in some of it as I made my way over to eat Ingram's soul.