#WritcoStoryPrompt13
The instructions were clear:
'Go in, retrieve the package, don't look back.'
That simple.
I did everything right until I looked back... standing behind me was him.

My former stepfather.
"Move boy," he said with distain.
My stomach dropped to the floor. Something bad is going on if he's here.

I walked inside the apartment. A stentch so bad I could taste it. It could only be decaying flesh. Whenever he's around so is death. He never cared for me. My only choice is to finish this job and get the hell out of here. When he refuses to pay... be ready to run. Hopefully he'll let me go with a broken nose.

I see the pursue on the bed just as they said. I...