RetributionChapter 1
For five months, that is how long I have been waiting for my retribution. A single word has been poisoning my mind. A voice in my head keeps saying, “retribution, retribution, retribution.” Is this the end, does my retribution end here? Underneath the Brighton Pier on a chilly night, by the hands of a thug. I closed my eyes as memories swamped my mind. Five months back It was July 10. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. As my wife and I rushed through the square of...