Fredrick

The tears were threatening to fall, but I was determined to be strong for Hollis and managed to gulp most of the tears back down. But it was becoming more and more difficult as I was forced to sit there with no distraction from my thoughts.

Something was haunting about the priest's spoken voice and I was being forced back to hiding behind those walls, watching Castello fall. I could feel an angel or maybe the devil's voice whispering in my ear, blaming me for walking away instead of staying back to fight.

Castello's fall to the ground relentlessly replayed in my mind. It all came to me in a rush. Not only was Castello gone, but he wasn’t coming back. His picture at the front of the church had become just another image of a man who never got to achieve his dreams.

Brewing inside of me was an intense hatred for the ones who had taken his life. I wanted them dead, but first, I wanted them to pay and suffer for what they h