At first, I found pleasure calling him a murderer, to me, I felt like he deserves it more than anything in this world, and there is no doubt about that, he deserved it, more than anything in the world, but now, something in me is rather judging me hard, making me to know that I am the one that had caused this tragedy.
Father's eyes were on me and I couldn't figure out what he wanted from me, the only thought I had in my mind right now is the one that he is just simply blaming me for being the cause of the young man's tragedy, if he was shot by him, then it is because of her, she caused this whole shit up, at first, she definitely didn't want to tell him about what he had done to her because she didn't want the man to show up there, and when he finally pressured her to saying the truth, what happened? he had to tug her in bed and walk away. Like seriously who the hell does that? absolutely no one at all.
