Chapter 30: Some Old Regretful Memories

Farhan somehow managed to stop Jimmy. He climbed down stairs and lit the cigarette. He realized that he was sitting on their breakfast table.

It reminded him the time when his house which was once full of life and happiness but now it was like a graveyard completly empty and Silent.

The loneliness of the house was like asking him why!!

He could see himself running in the house and his mother chasing him when he was a child. He could his family enjoying their dinner with meaningful conversation.

He could also heard his family members voices someone screaming for food while some having conversation.

That table reminded him of his childhood. He stood up and approached the store room. It was cold, small and dark with some old useless Junk in it. He turned on the light and sighted his old bicycle while nicotine dissolving in his blood.

His mind sequeled a memory:

"Honey!!! Please open the door!!" Farhan had locked himself in the storeroom sitting in the corner while his head down. He was in his teenage wearing a glittery cone shaped hat.

It was a winter's night and it was snow outside.

He was dressed as a birthday boy.

"Open the door, Mom loves you" She was worried for him. She was trying to open the door.

"No, I won't open the door" he replied in his childish voice.

"Everything's ready!! Let's enjoy your birthday" Brithday cake was on the table with his name designed on it with chocolate and colorful candles.

"Why father always do this to me?" He asked innocently.

"Daddy loves you!! He must have some work to do"

"Did I ever requested anything from him? Tell me mom!" It was a childish question.

"No! Honey! I know that but.." She answered politely.

"I only asked him to be back home early today because it was my birthday! He does not loves me!!"

"Mommy and Daddy loves you! We will punish daddy together but please open the door" she insisted.

"No, I hate you. I won't open the door" he kept sitting while his mom knocking at the door.

Farhan had regrets and closed his eyes when he heard that his bitter childish statement. He walked out of the room and saw his mom sleeping at the door the whole night.

"I had always hurt you!" He mummered to himself.

He was observing his home which he had left. He entered the garage. He saw his car covered with fabric sheet. He uncovered his car and saw his car in very bad condition.

It reminded him of his fight with Ryan. The windows and widescreen of the car were still broken with dents. He puffed the cigarette. He remembered How Kristin was involved in his fight.

He opened the door of his car.

"Is this your car?" Jimmy asked him as he approached him.

"It was. We were very happy when Mom gifted it. It was indeed a great time" Farhan answered him sadly.

"I am sorry bro!! For all that shitty talk" Jimmy was regretful.

"No, you were right. I am a fucking coward but sometimes you have to be coward!!" He turned to Jimmy.

Jimmy had placed the kettle on the stove. He was making tea as it was a cold night.

"We have to move. We can't stay here for too long. They will surely check for us in here" Farhan answered him worriedly.

"Don't worry!! I have called my friend. He will be in here any minute till then we can have a cup of tea" Jimmy assured him.

Farhan was observing his car when he heard the police vehicle siren. They rushed to the dining room. Farhan glanced at the window to checkout. The vehicle had stopped on the road while Officer Jeff interacting with the radio set just outside the vehicle.

He  confirmed that it was Officer Jeff.

"It's Officer Jeff. Shit"

"Fuck!" Jimmy stranded. He tookout his phone and dialed his number.

"Jackson!! Where are you?" Jimmy asked him in fearing voice.

Farhan tookout his Magnum and loaded it.Before he could checkout of the window for Officer Jeff once again.

Suddenly they heard a gunshot and the window shattered into pieces. Farhan was thrown on the floor grunting in pain holding his hands on his face with his eyes closed and blood dropping.

"Fuck!!" Jimmy yelled and rushed towards Farhan. Jimmy saw small pieces of glass in his facial skin as his face was bleeding.

Suddenly the door opened with a bang and before jimmy could react Officer Jeff had entered and pointed his pistol on them.

"So, I was right" he mummered.

Jimmy raised his hands holding his Magnum.

"Stand up while your hands up!!"

"Place your weapon on the floor real slow!!" He ordered Jimmy.

Jimmy acted upon his order. He placed the Magnum on the floor and slides it towards Officer Jeff with his foot gently.

"See!! It all good" he tried to satisfy officer jeff.

Farhan was still lying on the floor grunting in pain.

Jimmy walked towards the wall while his hands up in the air.

Officer Jeff stood over Farhan with one gun pointing at him while other at Jimmy. He knelt down to check on Farhan while he covered his face.

"Sorry for that!! Never intended to fuck that baby face" Officer Jeff gibed at him.

"Fuck you!! Motherfuckerrrrrr" Farhan struggled painfully.

Officer Jeff took a breath and stood up.

"Time to send you to your family!! Pay them my regards" he put his finger on the trigger while aiming at Jimmy with other hand.

The kettle was whistling due to high pressure building inside it due to heat. It was shaking as steam was shooting up.

In a tenth of second Jackson entered the house from the back door and rained bullets at officer Jeff. Officer Jeff rushed for cover.

Jackson had a muscular body with dark hairs. He had blue eyes and   a fine jawline and cheek bones. He pushed forward on Officer Jeff while officer Jeff behind a wall in one of the room in the hall waiting for his to end out of bullets.

Farhan took his chance and rolled inside the kitchen. Farhan stood up and opened his eyes.

Jimmy rushed underneath a table.

Officer waited eagerly until it was silence in the hall.

Officer was gasping. The firing stopped. He leaned out pointing his pistol but the hall was empty. He couldn't locate anyone.

Jackson was waiting behind the wall of that room. He took his chance and grabbed his wrist. Officer jeff pulled the trigger but Jackson forced his aim towards the left. The bullets hits the TV and glass bowls shattering the glasses.

Jackson kicked him in the belly and disarmed him. He aimed officer's pistol at him but before he could fire officer held his arms up and pushed him against the wall. They were struggling Jackson trying to lower his arms and aim back at Officer.

Officer was resisting. Officer held his wrist with his one hand while punching him with his other hand. Jackson lost his force and Officer throwed the weapon away from his reach.

Officer held him by his hairs while Jackson lowered with his arms on his belly panting in pain. Officer raised his head and punched him in his throat. Jackson lost everything and roaming here and there grunting in pain coughing badly.

Officer tried to reach his pistol but before he could grab it Jimmy rushed at him from no where and kicked the pistol even further.

Officer raised Jimmy's body against the gravity and smashed him to the floor pretty hard. Officer reckoned for the pistol but he couldn't sight it. In anger he started to kick Jimmy in the face standing over him.

"You motherfuckers!! Dickheads" officer was yelling at him when Farhan hit him with the hot kettle from the back on the head.

Officer screamed in pain while Farhan dangling. The boiling tea fell on him. He fell down writhing in pain.

"Let's go!! Let's get the fuckkk out of here!" Farhan was gasping. Jimmy stood up by his help and they struggled to the back door.

Officer Jeff managed to stood up somehow.

Farhan and Jimmy looked back and saw Officer pointing and them. In an instant Officer Jeff pulled the trigger but he realized that it was empty.

It was Jackson's empty Magnum. He repeadiltly triggered the Magnum in enzity. Jackson rushed at him holding a wooden table and broke the table hitting him from the back.

It was enough for Officer Jeff as it was one against three and uneven.

Officer was unconscious lying on the floor.

They left him there while they drifted away jackson on the driving seat.

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Eric was on the hospital bed dripped and bandages around his arm. The guards were guarding the the room while Lucas standing to his bed.

Lucas along with many VIP candidates were standing over him tensely. They were dressed in 3- piece suits excepts Lucas who was wearing his red symbolic jacket.

"It has damaged our politics, I am afraid you can't ran any campaign now" one of his party member acknowldeged him.

"You fool!! That shooter helped me to gain the sympathy of the town" he giggled in happiness.

Everything that happens is for good.

"I need rest" he awared them.

They started to leave soon. Lucas was walking outside when Eric told him:

"Wait!! Lucas we have to discuss something!"

"I told you so many fucking times!! We have to kill that kid" Eric yelled at him while lying on his bed dressed in hospital blue fabrics.

"We have a lead!! He won't get away this time" Lucas assured him softly.

"I didn't give you the fucking town so you can raise your fucking business and wipe your ass with bucks!!" He yelled at him.

"He won't get away this time don't worry!" Lucas told him irritatingly as he was done with Eric's useless talks. Eric always dominated himself on him.

"He is a threat to all of us! They will avenge us. Kill that fucking bastard at any cost"

Lucas shook his head and walked out of the ward. His red jackets followed him all the way to his vehicle.

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Jackson drove to the hideout. It was in the woods out of the town. It was a muddy road but Jackson was used to it. The hideout was in a cave heavily guarded by the rebels.

They also encountered some of the rebels in the woods who were patrolling the hideout in the woods.

They entered the hideout with their tires covered in mud. Farhan jumped out of the car. It was wide with sports cars in one side and ammunition and weapons on the others.

Joe was looking at a map in front of him on the table. He was drinking wine. The cave had only bulbs hanging from the top which was the only source of light.

Joe turned to them.

"What the fuck!!!" He was annoyed to see Farhan's face.

Farhan just passed him completly ignoring him as he had to fix his face first.

"I need some wipes!! My face is hurting bad!". One of the rebel took him in one of the so- called room.

It was a small room with a huge wooden table and dim light. It was a place where wounded were dealt.

Farhan sat near the bulb hanging.

"Let me have a look!" He gently looked at his face. Then he lowered the bulb near his face and started observing his face carefully.

"Can you fix it??" Farhan asked in a fear.

"Hmm. Luckily the glass didnt entered your eyes!! Pair of tweezers and ointment should do the job!" He answered him thoughtfully.

"Hold the bulb! I will be back!" He approached the spaces so called shelves. He grabbed a bottle of wine and first aid kit.

He pulled out a scissor from the red box.

"What the fuck man!! I don't want you to cut my ass hairs I can do that myself" farhan was annoyed by the scissor.

"There are also pieces above the forehead! I have to cut your hair to take them out!!"

"Have you ever been to a hairstylist" Farhan questioned fearly.

He think a bit and then answered.

"Actually my father used to cut my hairs and I cut my daughter's hair also. Like I am following the trend!!"

Farhan was not satisfied by his answer completly but he didnt had a choice.

Farhan saw his hairs flying down in front of his eyes as he was busy doing his job. His hairs which used to lay over his cervical spine and over his forehead were now very short.

The man finished and brought him a mirror. He saw his uneven hairs from the front and he was not able to grip his hairs between his fingers. He had ruined his hairs.

At that time Farhan had not cared about anything just to get rid of that pain pinching his facial skin.

Then He carefully started pull out the thin edgy bits of glass while Farhan screaming and drinking wine. It was a painful treatment.

He would repeadiltly swipes the blood with cotton.

"How the fuck can you miss the shot. We trained you!" He heard joe yelling at Jimmy outside.

"It's not the right time Joe! He had went through a lot these day! Let him have some rest" he heard Jackson speaking softly.

Atlast the man finished that unbearing treatment. Farhan was somehow relieved from the pain. He moved to the mirror and saw his uneven hair like a wave. He should have balded him instead of that.

He looked at his face. It was a little swollen and he could see short red lines on his face from where the skin was pierced. He also noticed some oily lubricant applied on the pierced spots. He also saw purple spots on his cheek bones due to improper flow of blood.

"Thanks Good Doctor!!"

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Farhan approached Joe while drinking wine from the bottle. Joe was thinking tensely while having wine along with Jackson.

Jackson had a bright personality and those blue eyes added alot in to his personality.

Farhan accompanied them.

"I am afraid you need a plastic surgery!!" Jackson gives at him politely.

"Shutup!! You will be fine in somedays" Joe assured him.

Farhan stared at him while blinking.

Joe realized.

"Oh!! Sorry" he placed the ciggerrete packet on the table along with a lighter.

Jackson stared at joe annoyingly.

"We used worked together!! We had a good chemistry. We were fucking killing machines" Joe confessed to Jackson.

Farhan lit the cigarette thirstingly puffing it deeply.

"Thanks for joining us!" Joe looked  thanking him.

Farhan cleared his throat while puffing the smoke at Joe.

"I will never involve myself in this fucking blood game.I did it for Jimmy"

"What does that mean?"

"I saved Eric from Jimmy!"

"What the fuck!!" He stood up angrily beating the wooden table surface.

"I shouldn't have told you"

"I trusted you" Joe screamed.

"And you were dragging me back in that mess" Farhan added up his point as he stood up facing Joe.

"I am afraid my friend, You are now involved too" Jackson told him politely.

Farhan looked at Jackson irritatingly.

"Look Joe we can't fight those motherfuckers. They have police, They are fed by the fucking Mayor itself. We can't even touch them"

Joe giggled.

He pointed at the colorful sports cars and tons of firearm around them.

"We are also funded handsomely. Someone also want them dead like they wanted us!"

"For how long we will be used and kill for others sake and benefit, we have to live for ourselves"

"We just need fearless fighters and a leader like you. You can lead us better than anyone in the fucking town"

Farhan saw Lamborghini, Cayman, Mustang Gt and dozens of other sports cars.

"I see Di Vinci and Edgar every night and they ask only one question WHEN!! Don't you feel you family's absence those great times when we ruled and lived United!"

"Stop thinking and you won't have nightmares! I also had them when I used to kill for anyone elses"

"Di Vinci was like a father to all of us!! Especially to you. He liked you alot and listened to you why are you doing all this?"

"Remmeber We were untouchables once. Someone betrayed us and I am gonna find out till my last breath!"

"What do you intend to do Joe" he took a long breath.

"I want them to payback for what they did to Di Vinci and our family's inheritance. You know they have changed our rovers colors and jackets like they fucking  owns it now"

"Don't do this Joe. I had already lost enough. You know they will suspect me that I am fucking leading you all" Farhan turned around.

"Then why don't you? I have heard alot of your heroic stories. You were quite famous in the town but you are proving them rumors" Jackson tried to convince him.

"You know nothing!! It was my horrible past and my worst mistakes but I won't do it again" Farhan grabbed the pack of smokes and lighter and started to walk away towards the entrance.

"I told you that day and I will tell you again!!! We won't force you, your past will. It will hunt you down and drag you back to us"

Farhan just ignored him walking towards the entrance When he saw:

A Rebel wearing a thick jacket shaking in fear walking towards him. Farhan stopped instantly and started to observe him carefully.

The rebel was sweating and trying to say something but his tongue unable to support him.

He was hurt pretty badly like someone beated the shit out of him mercilessly.

He slowly walked towards Farhan.

"What happened!! Who is he Joe?" Farhan repelled his steps backwards towards the table where Joe and Jackson were sitting holding his Magnum in his belt prepared for anything.

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