1 Chapter 1

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In an ordinary house, an ordinary person lived. A wife, a daughter, a stable job, he, the protagonist of this Fan-Fic, wanted nothing more. His life was satisfactory, for other people, he would only be a mediocre person, for living such a common and unbridled life.

He retired from his job and went straight home, his family was the most important thing, arriving and seeing them smile while they hugged him, it was the most satisfying experience in life, that simple fact fixed his day to day, no matter how bad out.

His life in a certain way was very routine, not even thinking about going out with his friends on weekends, he stayed at home, taking care of his small family. From his pretty wife that he had a wonderful butt, although she was a little wrong when she talked about breasts.

Something very unfortunate, considering that the protagonist loved big breasts a lot, he loved her and her physique did not matter.

And her daughter, she was charming, a good girl who obeyed in everything, and had good grades.

He could tell, he lived a good life.

However, all joy and peace, has its end.

On any given day, like every day, our protagonist returned home from work, very happy, hoping to celebrate his beloved wife's birthday.

This couple of lovers met at the tender age of 10, it was love at first sight, Cupid passed by and arrowed at both of them, since that day they were never separated again.

Although of course, like every normal couple, the trip had its ups and downs, our protagonist was not always a good man.

In his youth he was a pervert, although he loved his wife, he still flirted with others behind her back, making a night deal with several of them.

Until his wife found out.

Recriminating him with tears in his eyes, he made him promise not to do it again.

He swore as he hugged her on his knee, that he would never commit such misdeeds again, that it hurt his soul to see her cry.

But while he swore the above, he regretted the fact that he would not touch another woman again... for a while. He couldn't deny that his lust sometimes controlled him, and he knew he couldn't keep the promise.

That thought made him doubt his love, he even came to think that he did not love her, or did not understand what he truly felt for her, it was a very complex feeling, and it filled his chest with suffocating anguish.

In the end, he stopped thinking about the matter, he didn't like what he felt, and like every indecisive coward, he decided to bury those thoughts in the depths of the abyss.

He loved her, period, that was enough.

Returning to the previous point, he returned home ready to celebrate his wife's birthday. What he didn't expect was to see something that chilled his body and soul, a scene that would twist his being, perhaps, forever.

When he got to the door, he was surprised to see that no one greeted him, not even his dog. Closing the car door, she headed for the driveway, only to see that his door was ajar.

He opened it slowly, entering cautiously. She couldn't understand why her hands were sweating so much, and her chest seemed to explode with anguish as if she sensed a bad omen.

The silence was sepulchral, ​​so much so that he could hear his heartbeat, it seemed that he would escape at any moment. He did not stop licking his lips, licking his dry lips, and swallowing saliva to quench the thirst that flooded him.

Once inside, her eyes widened, the room was decorated with various birthday arrangements, balloons, serpentine, and a cake in the middle of the table.

Everything was normal, with the exception of his wife and daughter.

They both lay dead on the chair, hugging each other as if it were the end of the world. His faithful dog accompanied them at his feet, he was not breathing either.

It seemed like a dream, a very cruel one. He approached her wife, moving her a little, maybe it was a fucking joke.

But it wasn't, he had a hole in his head and the blood was still fresh, he didn't have a pulse or was breathing, he looked at his daughter, who was resting peacefully in his wife's arms, she seemed asleep.

He had his eyes closed giving a feeling of tranquility, it is as if he did not know that he had died.

Unlike her mother, who had a look full of fear and resentment, both hands covering her daughter's ears, at some point she held her against her chest, hiding any visible fact, until she died.

The protagonist hugged them tightly, and stared into space, not knowing what to do, he stayed like that for several hours, plunged into his misery, unable to cry a single tear. He couldn't cry, he couldn't scream to get it off his chest, just hugging the cold body of his wife and daughter.

Various negative feelings began to emerge and flood his heart, pain, anger, and guilt did not stop tormenting him.

Pain, for having lost them.

Anger, for who had been the perpetrator of such a vile and macabre act.

Guilt, for not having saved them.

As the hours passed, despair turned into sadness and loss, remembering everything he lived with his wife, all the happy moments. Little by little his mind moved, thinking about the unknowns of the situation.

Who would murder his wife? It looked like an execution, not a robbery. The shot was accurate, and everything was in order, but he was a normal man, he never hurt anyone, why would they go against a murderer to kill his wife?

Most of them slept with several women, but they were all quiet women, and from normal houses, nothing like traffickers or gangsters, the only important girl, she owned a chain of restaurants, but he doubted that she wanted to kill him.

They even had a son, hidden from his wife who was now dead, that was yet another weight on his guilty conscience.

He couldn't deny that he was a real piece of trash when it came to being faithful, perhaps he never failed in another aspect, and he was a model husband, but his fidelity... was highly valued.

When he was able to calm his mind a bit, he called the police, he hoped that he had not damaged the crime scene, and they could find who did it, he wanted the wretch to pay for what he did for life.

She would kill him with her bare hands, but not before torturing him until he wanted to die.

He was never a bloodthirsty and fighting man, rather he was peaceful, but when the ones he loves the most are taken from you, your most primitive side will come out, and you will not hesitate to do the most barbaric acts.

Time passed, and there were no suspects, which made him increasingly anxious and on the verge of collapse, worst of all, the investigation was a true fraud.

He was not an idiot, and he realized that important samples were always lost, such as bullet casings, and even shoe prints.

Someone boycotted him, and it made him furious, but when he saw the person in charge of the case, he had a corrupt face and sometimes even seemed to laugh at him.

After 4 years of long waiting, the case was abruptly closed.

Angry, he approached the person in charge of the case, and confronted him, after many words, he couldn't take it anymore, and he hit him, he was already at his limit and not being rational, his emotions played a trick on him.

The final act, he went straight to jail.

Another year later, he managed to get out of prison for good behavior, by then, he was no longer the same.

There was no longer a trace of naivety on his face, only absolute coldness, with a heart full of resentment, seeking revenge and justice for his loved ones.

For several years, he privately investigated everything that happened with his wife, thinking that she provoked someone, but he did not find much, she had a fixed routine, from home to her daughter's school, and from time to time to the Supermarket.

Nothing more, from time to time I went to cooking and pastry classes, but that was all. Just a few friends, just the neighbors.

He even looked to see if she had a secret lover, but nothing, she never cheated on him, she was a very faithful and traditional woman, and he also trusted her.

The only degenerate in the relationship was him.

He did not stop, he continued to investigate, until he found the truth, a fact that occurred 10 years later.

Apparently, his wife during her journey to her daughter's school, an influential politician saw her and fell in love with her, although he was already married, he approached to make her his lover.

She refused without hesitation, great if it all ended there, and it would have been better if his wife told him, but he didn't, knowing her, he didn't want to give her trouble.

Serious mistake, you know what they say, a man in love does not think with his head, but one who believes that he has the world in the palm of his hand, the more power, the crazier and more uncontrolled a man becomes.

Seeing that the woman did not even look at him twice, he was enraged, all his life he was respected, his father and mother, and his grandparents were people in power, he had never received such a slight, everything was given to him, even the Women were always throwing themselves at his feet.

As an extremely proud man, I do not hesitate to go straight to the final step, kill her, not court, nor threaten, he sent her straight to the grave.

Angered by these facts, the protagonist vowed revenge.

A goal that he achieved several years later, going through a path full of thorns and blood. Who would have thought that a simple man, so boring and calm, would be able to destroy an entire family!

Nobody would believe it.

By the time his revenge ended, he was no longer the same man, apathetic, bored, and without emotions, the only thing that kept him wanting to live was revenge, now, there was nothing.

But he could not die, he had to live, nor did he know why, however, his desire to live still persisted.

Again, the years passed, and in order to get through his pain and boredom, he drowned in beautiful women, it was not difficult for him to sleep with one, he still maintained a beautiful and mature appearance.

His art of seduction was excellent, even married women fell into his bed, although of course, from time to time he used some shady tricks, but he didn't care, he no longer had morals or codes, he was complete garbage who wanted to satisfy his darkest desires.

As for money, he destroyed a family with a long history, along the way he stole all their money, he was a filthy rich man.

From time to time, he needed more extreme emotions, in order to relax. So he would go to dangerous places or to war, and he would go crazy.

He killed either invader or invaded, killing was for fun, there was no reason or belief.

And the unstoppable time kept running, nothing can beat time.

Even a man like him.

Looking at his wrinkled hands and weak legs, he could realize that his life was coming to an end, soon the sweet embrace of death would come for him. The only thing he could hope for was that she was a woman and that she was beautiful.

Too bad he wouldn't see her, there was no such death, perhaps in another universe or world, not in this one.

In the end, remembering everything he did, he smiled in his solitude, thinking of all the women he had, all those children he abandoned.

He was rubbish, he couldn't deny it. If she repented she?She, perhaps, she would have liked to raise them, to have married.

It was impossible, every time he felt his heart open, and he wanted to love, he remembered his dead wife and daughter, and his desire disappeared, loving hurt too much, so he promised never to love anyone again.

Although he longed to love again, but the blood on his hands, all the things he did, and the things he suffered, all came together inside him, creating a lock on his heart.

For him, the only important thing is to enjoy his life to the fullest, it was the only way to live, in a certain sense. If you can call it life, but you know, everyone has their way of seeing life.

Some love tranquility, others money, others women, some sports, others science, everyone is different.

Our protagonist looked at the sky, and took his last breath, with a smile on his face.

Lucky for him, all his children went to see him, they even arranged his funeral, he could be an idiot, many of his children said that, but at least, they never lacked for anything.

With all the money he had, he did not hesitate to pay everything for his children, perhaps he did not give him a father's love, but he did respond in his own way.

And that is the end of a man, and the beginning of a new adventure.