They keyboard's tray slammed violently back into place as Eric pushed himself away from the computer's desk. He sighed impatiently as his right hand was brought to push back the strands of hair laying just at his brow.
How could do they do this? Everything that he had done for them, the hardwork, his wife sacrificing cold nights alone, knowing very well there were more nights to come. How? The simple question running through his thoughts annoyingly.
Eric paced to the balcony's door, placing his open palm against the glass as he watched the many people below, walking as though they needed somewhere to be at four thirty in the morning. Sighing once again, Eric leaned his forehead against the door's glass, closing his eyes as his breath slipped past his lips, molding into the glass to create a steam effect.
"..In order to keep you in line, you must remember that we have your private photo album, Eric. Your intelligence has been proven to us, let us hope that you will not fail us on this."
For the first time in nearly a decade, Eric felt a sharp pain pierce his heart as he moved himself from the door, his steps quiet as he passed by his daughter's room, the gun in hand. Leaning against the door frame of his bedroom, he watched her sleep. The moonlight hitting her just right, showing the brilliant features of her face.
Cocking back the gun, he lifted his arm easily. His sharp intake of breath had been the only reaction. His wife lay more still now, the blood splattered against the mirror next to the wall, just beyond the closet door.
Eric froze, hearing Caroline scream, the gunshot had woke her with a start, closing his eyes momentarily, he turned on his heel, making his way back down the small hallway, closing the door behind him as he entered her room, stuffing his gun into the back pocket of his jeans before doing so.
"Daddy?"
No, he would not fail them on this.