chapter 15

Carlos was sleeping. Deep in his sleep, he had a nightmare. It was always the same nightmare. A good sleep was a dream for Carlos; since that incident, he has seen the same dream. But this time the nightmare is stronger. The faces and voices he heard and saw at that time became clear as the eyes of the sun.

Mary's face became apparent, and a man showed a deep wound on his right cheek, extending to the neck and possibly the chest. His face is ugly and wrinkled. At his mother's body, this man stood with a vile smile.

And he said, madam, what do we do with this garbage? He pointed to the corpse with his finger as he straightened up. The boy was in hiding there in the closet without anyone's knowledge; witnessing everything.

Silently he sat crying with his hands covering his bright red lips, tears following from his now bloodshed eyes. His bright blue eyes were now dull. They killed his mother right in front of him. Not just that he heard the hard and black truth.

He widens his eyes to memorize everything. 'Mary. I will kill you one day.'

Mary then spoke the unspeakable, "Is he finished?" she asked him. "Yes, my lady. Joe cleaned the scene. It would be he died from the dogs' attacks. After all, a frail 5 years old can not stand a chance against 5 wild Pitbull dogs."

She nodded, "for the better, he dies. If she lifted him to die as she was told, he wouldn't have suffered."

He woke up pale, drenched in sweat. Growling in anger and frustration, "What the fuck man, can't I have rest?" Walking over to the bathroom to wash his face. Open the faucet, and the sound of water flowing cooled him a little. He placed both hands under the water and washed his face vigorously. Until he stopped to take a big breath and looked at the mirror.

"Your face has withered, man, and you are still in the flower of youth." He spoke with spite. Examining his white hair and dull face. "I am fucking 20 and I have fucking white hair."

"Carl?" Mor calling. "I am in the bathroom," He answered.

"Good, you woke up. Look how about we have a family dinner together at my house. I want to thank you for everything, my friend. And...you won't leave before eating the best food you never ate before."

Carlos opened the door with an annoyed and cool look. Fixing his glazing blue eyes into Mor's black sparkling eyes.

"And you're smiling too. Mor! what did you do more?"

Mor smiled sheepishly. "we are young men, after all. I have planned us a trip around the town."

Carlos crossed his arms and gave Mor the stare, "I know your mission, but you need to know all exist and safe houses in case it went wrong, right?"

Mor dashed fast and wrapped his arms around Carlos's shoulder and arm, pushing him with a smile. Mor was shorter than him, so he was struggling against Carlos's big build and height.

"Fine, let us go. I know how persistent you can be, Mor!" Carlos closed his eyes and walked both out of the shop.

It took them a few minutes to arrive at Mor's house. The Moore family warmly welcomed Charles, especially the mother.

Mr. Moore is in his mid-thirties and Charles is in his twenties, but Charles looks much older in looks and demeanor. The mother, wife, and children, Lin and Lionel, gathered in the sitting room, their eyes shining.

Charles looked confused. "Oh my God, what a difficult situation. What should I do!"

Confusion appeared on his face. The mother laughed and offered, "Hello my hero Carlos, you are like my son. Please don't get confused."

"Thank you, madam," I interrupted him, "my mother, my son, please. You are my son from the moment my son's stunt rescued the whole family. Without your magnanimity, my son, this family would not have been standing on its feet and full of love." The mother hugged Kars and cried.

"Mada- I mean mom, please don't cry, no need to cry, he did right and justice then, no thanks." He gave the mother a gentle hug. He feared with his muscular arms and his powerful body, that he would hurt her if he give her a tight hug.

Even the kids came forward, thanking him with a hug. Lionel hugged his left thigh as the kid was 7 years old. He hold tight to the leg and started to examine him, "wow, Mr.Carlos uncle you are strong! Are you Superman?!"

Carlos looked shy. He smiled back at the kid, "what is your name, soldier?"

The mother broke the hug and whipped her tears, smiling at the scene of her grandkids hugging the man's legs. Their eyes were brighter than the moon. "Kid, you will kill him with your eyes," she chuckles. The wife tried to thank Carlos, but she was shy, her face bright red as a ripened apple. "Thank you for everything, Mr.Carlos"

Lionel was now climbing on Carlos to feel his body. Mor choked on his breath, "Lion, please stop." He ran to the awkward-looking Carlos.