@Micro 95, "There is a moment"

There is moment in the life of every human being, when you must choose. Sadly, for Peter, today was that day. Without hesitate, and against all odds, he manage to choose correctly.
-    You must be joking, asshole –he gets up slowly, looking directly into his eyes.– Do you really think that I was going to murder her?-    Let’s be serious, here, Pete –the man in the blue coat has a stone cold look, completely ignoring his advantage.– Your sister loved me so much…
-    Don’t! –the safety of the gun was off, freezing his words.– You lose your last words, Dad.  

In the back, Love Hate Love from Alice in Chains, plays while both men history ends. Desperate looking for revenge due to their common love: his sister, and also, his daughter. Peter was shaking, and his Father knew it very well. It was over.
The gunshot through his skull exploded in the mirror behind him, filling the place with shattered glass. His father’s body, still looking at him, make an unconscious smile before fall to the ground, above thousand pieces of broken mirror. Peter couldn’t take the pain upon his shoulders. So many years had passed since the last time he was really free and calm; not just with himself, but with the mystery around his family.
Peter falls onto his knee, crushing some tiny pieces of the mirror, who still reflected his stone cold eyes all over the place. The same eyes that loved for decades, and the same eyes that wanted dead for so long. An old radio above the fridge starts to sound, all by itself.
“If you are listening to this, it means that you killed me. And that’s fine, because you choose what you think it was right, son. You loved her just like me… (Sigh) In any case, Peter, your sister was much more woman than anyone else. Your mother’s death made me do it. I never… (cries) really wanted to happen, you know?... (Sob) Its’ funny when you realize of things. There is a moment in the life of every human being, when you must choose, Peter. (Did I not said that to you every day when you were just a kid?) Now your choice has ended and I distract you enough time…”
Peter open his eyes immediately, “…to think that you were…”. He got up, dragging his injured leg, cursing his father, “safe in this house, so…”. The blast push him hard enough to destroy his spine, making impossible to feel the heat burning and ripping apart his legs and arms, just before his torso pierce through the last window of the house.
The radio, several meters beyond the explosion, it was ok and still playing the previous recorded message from Peter’s Dad: “Suck it, Peter. I loved my daughter”.