Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or places is entirely coincidental.
Luigi was arrested because he decided to stop and flirt with a MC Donald's employee after the assassination and the lady tipped the police off. At the surface it might seem stupid, but why would a man carefully tailed a billionaire, killed him despite all the security he had around him, and successfully escaped slip off like that? It didn't make any sense to many people. But to Tyler it made perfect sense because this was also the reason he had left a lot of clues behind, he let the CCTV at the school capture his face, he disposed of the gun somewhere shallow, now all he wanted was to enjoy the little time he had left till the police caught up to him It was already dark when he got back home, so he just knocked on the door and waited.
It was already dark when he walked up to the front door and knocked, as he was dreaming of the warm bath he would take once inside, a familiar voice answered the knock, "Who's there?"
"It's me mum," Tyler replied and the door opened up instantly, to a woman, in her mid forties, blonde with reading glasses on.
"Where have you been Tyler?" she asked, "We were worried about you," he hugged her tightly and held on for some seconds, not knowing how to react to that, his mother gently rubbed on his back as he held on "What's wrong?" she asked and Tyler let go of her.
"I went to see a friend," he replied and walked into the house, his dad was seated at the dinning with plates of food laid out in front of him on the table. It didn't look like he had even laid a finger on the meal, all of his attention was at the television watching the news presenter talk about the gruesome murder of Charlie.
"What animal could've done something like this?" his father muttered under his breath as he sat down on the chair beside him, "where have you been all day?" he asked with all of his focus still at the TV.
"I went to see a friend"
"Where?" the channel started showing a commercial so he turned his attention back to the food, picked up the fork and went first for the meatball on the spaghetti, "where does this friend stay?"
"He lives in Utah,"
"Utah?" his father turned to look at him, "isn't that where Charlie Kuck was shot dead today?"
"Yes dad, I was there,"
His father dropped his fork to give him full attention, his mother also sat down right beside him, "it most have been very horrible for you to witness something like dad firsthand," his dad said, while his mother brought in a plate of spaghetti and placed it right in front of Tyler, then she grabbed his hand and gently squeezed on it as she sat down on the chair beside him.
"Well, yeah," Tyler scooped up some spaghetti by spinning his fork, "I was not actually close to him as it happened… because I was on one of the roof doing the shooting with grandpa's sniper."
His father looked at him dead silent and his mother laughed nervously, "this isn't the time for jokes Tyler, eat your dinner and go to bed, you've had a stressful day."
"Are you joking Tyler? Is that what you are doing right now," the father asked
"No I am not joking," he stuffed his mouth with another fork full of spaghetti, "I don't think I will be able to have good food like this in prison."
His mother slowly took her hand off his, "What are you saying Tyler, this is not something you should joke with. This is not a joke,"
He turned to look at her face, the smiles all over her face was now replaced with a sunken eye and pronounced wrinkles, he looked her deep into the eyes "I'm sorry mum, I had no other choice, I killed Charlie, this was the only way,"
"The only way for what?" his father asked and his mother got up and walked out of the room.
"I can't say, but this was the only way." Tyler replied still eating
His father grabbed the plate Tyler was eating food off of and slammed it on the floor, shattering it, "How dare you come back here after committing something so atrocious! How dare you!"
"I really wanted to finish that food, just call the police dad," Tyler got up, "I'm going to see if there is any food left in the kitchen."
"Come back here you!" the man dashed towards Tyler and punched him on the face, "you bastard!" he punched him again, with his left fist this time, "I taught you to shoot, and what do you do with it? Kill a good honest godly man! You will die in hell you piece of shit!"
Tyler started laughing, "dad, come on, we both know that Charlie Kuck was none of the things you mentioned, but yes I did kill him. I killed him to save his children!!"
"What? You killed him to save his children?"
"Yes I did, so you should be thanking me right now, dad."
"Get out, get out of my house Tyler," his father said pointing to the door.
"No dad, I am going to eat, and when I am done, I will to go to my room and sleep. You can report me to the police whenever you want, I am ready to go to prison." Tyler started walked into the kitchen to see his mother knelt by the kitchen counter, bawling her eyes out.
"I'm sorry mum," he picked up a plate, opened the pot, there was still some spaghetti left inside, he scooped it into his plate, and walked out of the kitchen and back to the dining table then he sat down and continued eating.
"You are my life's biggest regret," his father said, then he walked out of the room.
Tyler quietly ate the spaghetti, after he was done eating he took the plates on the dining table back to the kitchen, covered up the plates that still had food in them, and washed the plates that were dirty. Then, he cleaned up the broken pieces of plate on the dining room floor, took the trash out and went straight to bed.
He was expecting the police to storm into their house and arrest him that very night, because he knew that there was no way his father won't report him to them, but they didn't come. The next day they did not come either. He spent most of it in his room binge watching different shows on Netflix when and he got hungry, he went down to the kitchen and took food. On the third day, the police finally arrived. He looked out his window to see about thirty police, SWAT, FBI vehicle parked outside their house. He watched as the police trooped into the front door, and seconds later, they kicked down the door of his room. He got up with his hand in the air, and one of the police officers walked to him, turns his arms behind his back and cuffed him.