While being outside, all he could just do was stare blankly at the door. After leaving there, he went to his car and drove off. After driving for five hours straight, he got to a bridge, screaming on top of his lungs and just staring blankly with tears falling down his cheek. He didn't know what to do. After what seemed like hours, he shouted, "I swear I will kill all of them! I promise myself that!"
After saying that, he left that place to finally put his plans in motion, knowing full well his parents would come to the mansion in five days since it was going to be the holiday. He acted normal when his girlfriend texted him, apologizing that she slept off by mistake and made all types of excuses. He told her that it was fine. Even when they met up two days after, he acted normal on the surface while deep down, all he felt for her was deep disgust.
But he acted normal. When the time for his parents' visit came, he invited his girlfriend. But surprisingly, his brother was in the city but wasn't home with them, probably goofing off at his bar because his brother owned one of the famous bars in the city. So when his brother didn't show up, the first layer of his plans failed. He bought bombs from the dark web, wanting to blow up all his family and girlfriend together, but it seemed he would have to kill his brother a different way.
So he planted the bombs all over his house, introduced his family to his girlfriend during dinner—not like they cared, but it seemed his mom knew her and was asking her questions—set his plans in motion, told his girlfriend he needed to be somewhere, and said he was going to be back in an hour.
so he left the house. He didn't care about his maids or servants because all his actions were reported to his mother, so he didn't act out of place when they were around. Now he was going to blow them all up, so he didn't feel pity for them. The only person he sent away was his nanny who had taken care of him since he was a child. All he did was ask her not to show up there.
Since it was a remote-controlled bomb, he drove to a reasonable distance. He detonated the bomb. After that, he drove all the way to his brother's bar, planning on finishing him off too. He had been here before when his brother asked him to bring something for him, so as soon as he got there, he went straight to his brother's office. Since the bodyguards knew him, they just let him in.
So he went straight to the office. He was prepared to finish it. He had a small bomb planted in his shoe. He got all this from the dark web—they could construct anything as long as you had the money to pay for it. When he got there, he could hear the sound of a whip and someone crying. He paid no heed to it and just entered because he was going to kill his half-brother, and nothing was going to stop him.
When he went in, he saw a scene that made his blood boil. He saw his nanny was the one getting whipped naked, and it was his brother who was doing all this. Yes, his nanny was a married woman, and she was as old as his mother. He couldn't take it anymore, so he rushed to his brother with the intention of punching him. Though he had no experience, he had been bullied almost all his school time in high school, so he just did it by instinct.
As soon as the punch landed, though it wasn't that much, it still got his brother's attention, who was taller than him. Due to the sound of the whip and the cry of the woman, he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, so when his brother entered, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was punched in the face. When he turned to see it was his junior brother, he got so pissed, shouting, "How dare you hit me, you bastard!" and turned around to punch him. Because unlike his junior brother, he had some experience in Taekwondo, so he was a decent fighter. Throwing a strong punch was no big deal for him.
As soon as he punched him, his brother fell straight to the ground, shouting because the punch packed a lot of power. With him being on the ground, he could feel his head ringing. Then he heard his brother calling his bodyguards to come take him away and have him chained.
"I couldn't let that happen," he thought. "I turned myself to the side to see my nanny staring at me with a lot of whip lashes on her body. When I looked in her eyes, I could see it—she was gone. She's probably broken."
Then he started looking around for a way to escape because he couldn't let them catch him. His brother wasn't paying attention to him anymore, probably because he thought he wasn't worth his time, so he left him and went to sit on his couch, waiting for the guards to come take him away.
"Damn it!" he shouted in his mind. His head hurt badly. He didn't want to give up, so he turned to the only option left—the window. Though the building wasn't really tall, if anyone jumped from that height, it was guaranteed for them to break their leg at least. But he didn't care; he wanted to get out of there. His head was still dizzy from that punch, but he held on. Then he used all the strength he could muster and ran to the window.
He was almost there when he heard noise behind him with his brother shouting, "STOP HIM!" He knew from then on the bodyguards he was waiting for had already arrived. He smiled, believing they couldn't catch him since he already had one leg out of the window. He laughed and promised himself that as soon as he got back, he would kill them.
So he jumped, but couldn't get out. He was wondering what happened until he turned his back, seeing one of the bodyguards holding his left leg, making him look like those ballerina dancers who fly with their legs open. He was holding his left leg with a wicked smile on his face and a knife in his left hand. And he was already out of the window, meaning once he let go of his leg, he would probably fall and likely break a bone or two. But he didn't care. He started shaking, wanting him to drop him, but he held on, calling other guards to bring him up.
Even if he knew he didn't weigh much and was skinny, he knew for a fact that once the next person came, he would be brought up. So he tried to hit him using his other leg, but he held on until he saw his brother reaching out to catch his other leg, trying to drag him up. But he held on to an iron bar he saw in front of him.
His brother got frustrated, took the knife from the bodyguard, and stabbed it straight into his leg. He screamed at the top of his lungs but held on to the bar. His brother had a wicked smile on his face and kept stabbing him. He was on the verge of giving up when he looked back. He could see his brother frowning. Looking back, he didn't know what happened, but from the look on his face, he was pissed. Then the next thing he knew, it looked like someone crashed into him and the bodyguard, making them lose their grip on him, causing him to fall.
He looked at the window and could see his nanny looking at him with a sad smile. Then he crashed to the ground, but with his shoulder. He could feel his bone dislocating. It hurt like hell. Even feeling the pain, he looked up. He could see his brother click his tongue, telling his bodyguards to go downstairs and bring him up.
He couldn't let them get him. He needed to get his revenge. That bastard had to die. So he stood and ran. He didn't know where the strength came from; he just ran, even when he was bleeding from his leg. He ran until he couldn't feel anything anymore. He collapsed on the ground. It was already nighttime. He was pretty sure they wouldn't find him because the darkness of the night would cover his blood tracks. He just stayed there in silence.
"Why? Why me? Why did all..."