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He walked to that narrow dark alley and he got some plans on his head. Tonight he will do it, whatever it takes.

His steps were almost stumbled, but there’s no slightest slipped as he headed his way home as he was gone for days experienced nearly his deathbed. He stopped at the front of neighbor’s store, “give me one cigarette”, the lady vendor gazed who he was and surprised was written on her face. She handed the cigarette, the man lit it up and turned back. “Hey Gido, where’s your payment?”

He faced her, “Stupid, I paid you!”, and continued his walked trailed to his home.

Along the way, some bunch of people packed together as they were playing bingo cards, he stopped beside them and shouted “Gossipers! Who has a problem here?!” people said in chorus “Nothing.” And they hid their faces from him.

Two guys were playing chess a block away from his home, abruptly, he lifted the wooden table and thrown the chess board and pieces. The players run scared.

He opened the door of his home and saw his wife and children talking. “Where is the money?” he hissed to his wife.

“You were away for days without thinking if we were still alive, no food, nothing! Now, you’re here asking for money, I don’ have it!” she hissed back.

“You are so dumb, woman! I thought you learned your lesson from last time. Where is the money? You sold my tricycle, where is the 15,000! Give me!” he shouted and broke the door then got his way inside his home.

Kids were crying he started his searched for the money, the wife begged, pleaded and cried on his knees not to look for that money because it was meant for the young child’s medication and needed that badly.

He was frustrated, he pulled out their bolo, took his wife’s hair and bent her head violently and touched the blade on her neck while saying “Give me the money or I will kill you! I need to pay my debts before they’ll kill me, but I will kill you first asshole!” he gritted his teeth.

His bloodshot eyes are glaring to her messy face painted with perspiration and tears.

“Better to kill me now!” she answered. He thrown her to the steel pole that broke her forehead, and speedily caught her hair with his violent arm as he turned her to faced him again, just a blink, he punched her stomach.

He searched again for the money and found it inside an empty milk’s can. “Stupid, I knew you will put it here.” The older daughter mediated to beg for the money back, he pushed her and lifted his hand held the bolo and next thing they knew, the daughter fell on her own blood. The mother shouted hysterically, “join her” he whispered and lifted his hand that held the bolo against her, and blag! Mother and daughter were swimming in their blood, the younger son witnessed everything and left nothing to do but cry. He saw the boy and lifted the bolo to slash his young throat as he joins his mother and sister’s death date.

The sleeping baby that was on his cradle doesn’t know a thing that happened inside his home. The man eyed the baby, as he heard people made some hushing noise outside and the police patrol came and checked. He carried the baby and held the bolo tightly as he went out of his house, “throw your guns or I will kill this baby!” Neighbors were shocked and worried what will happen to that baby.

A gunshot from somewhere finished everything. The bullet went straight to the murderer’s beating heart and stopped throbbing.

The orphan baby fell down the ground. Alive but alone. No parents to look after, no more hugs from his mother. No more cheerful greetings and kisses from siblings.

A home that is now haunted, a home that a spectator of all cruelty and hostility.

A place that was once a merry corner was a rest for old souls. This is how Methamphetamine promised a life. Maybe one day it will knock on your door and ask if you want to know its promises.