I found..

A gun.

I found a gun.

I found it in the furthest part of my father's study, and now I have no idea what to do with it. It always crosses my mind, how my father look like part of mafia with his usual style, appearance, and his past as a trouble-maker in our area; but never in my mind would I thought that he'll have a gun.

See here, my father was and still is a lazy bum.
His whole life is a never-ending holiday.

But nowadays, he went a lot- wearing his good jacket and trousers, looking for the world like a successful business man, and it worries me. It made me think of shady business and things I would rather not think of. The worst part of it, he usually brought back money- a lot of money, to be exact- back home right after those times.

Now that I think of it, he never told me where did he got those money too.


And now what? After I've found this thing, this- gun, what should I do?
Hide it?
Turn it over to the police?

What-what should I do?

What if it was used to rob banks?
What if it was used for terrorism?
What if-


What if it was used for murder??


God, this is killing me. What to do??


Suddenly somebody pats my shoulder.
I jerked and turn around.

It's my father.

"Heey, what are you doing in  my study?" he grins, "Here, keep this."
Then he gives me an envelope, which obviously got money inside. I worked my courage for a bit, then decide to confront him- here and now.

"Where do you get these money, Pa?" I eye the envelope in my hand, then look at him squarely.

"You robbed the bank?"

He looks at me for a moment with unreadable face-
Then guffawed.

"Waitwhat? Robbed the bank? Ha ha ha ha!" he slapped his thigh, curling over because of glee.

I scowled, and his laugh stops abruptly.

"Now now, don't be mad." he pats me again, "It's from your uncle. He borrowed them from me long ago, and he's returning it in installments these past weeks. But seriously, you thought of me robbing the bank? That's rich!" He slaps his thigh again.

Silently I sigh in relief. But then again..

I took the gun I found. "But then what about this, Pa?"
I can see his eyes rounded suddenly, when he stared in disbelief. Then those eyes sparkles.

"Heey, you found it! Quite a fancy thing, isn't it?" With quick swoop, he snatches the gun away.
" What-wait, Pa! Gimme that back!"

He holds it before his face, then pulls the trigger.

"NO!!"



A small, flickering fire lit from the gun.
"What? It's just a lighter."