A Bottled message... My entry for the Stach Short story competition.

A Bottled message

My son, If you are reading this, then I am probably dead or in prison.
I told my lawyer to give you the keys to the safe on the day you can't reach me .
I am sorry I'm leaving you all alone; it's solely my fault and the crooked life I was living.
It was never my intention to leave you so little to believe in.
I know you came in that night and saw your mother bleeding.
It was a little fight, but before I knew it, she was on the floor and was barely breathing.
I was drunk that night, like most other nights, and I acted without clear reasoning.
I am sorry for the pain I caused you, and also for making you lie to the police so they could believe me.
I'm very sorry and I wish you could forgive me.
I decided to leave this message in a green bottle to remind you not to live like I did.

I know you love to write, so I told my friend Stach about you.
And He said he would be there to help you whenever you need him.
To you, my son
Ayo Bamidele