Her cries wouldn't stop. It keeps increasing. If it is just that I wouldn't be a bit concerned but she is kissing him.
She is fucking kissing all over his face and soaking him up with her tears.
I clench my fist and bare my teeth tempted to end her chapter just like I ended that of her husband but before I can take a step the whole place begins blaring with cop sirens.
As if controlled by the same thing, I and mum turn pale and our eyes dilate. Cops? What are they doing here? Why are they here?
I glance at mum and she is crying silently yet shaking her head furiously now. I try to run out but halt, turn back and rush to her. "Let's go before they get here mum. Let's go." I urge her, stretching my hand for her to take it.
Mum doesn't move. She just stares silently at me with tears still dribbling down her cheeks.
I hear their footsteps getting closer and my breathing quicken. "Let's go, mum! Let's go!" I wail darting my eyes around as I look for an exit door and a smile form on my lips when I sight one. I doubt they will know that there is an exit door.
Their footsteps are getting closer and my patience is running out. Mum is yet to take my hand, she isn't even making any effort to.
I grab her hand and try to drag her out with me but she wouldn't budge. Cold. Lifeless.
She's just like a dead lady; cold, pale, chilly yet she's breathing.
The doorknob jiggles and I ruffle my hair feeling so anxious about what will happen if those cops enter and see us like this. I don't even want to think about what will happen.
Not like I'm scared anyway. I've been in juvenile before so that doesn't freak me out. And I won't mind going in there again. I don't regret my actions one bit. I would do it again if I'm given the opportunity to.
I'm just worried about my mum. What they would do to her and what will become of her if it happens that I'm taken by the cops.
Will she move on and go on with her normal life as if nothing happened or will she try everything in her effort to get me out as she did before? Will she even want to knowing that I killed her lovable husband and might as well have a hand in her only son's death?
I guess she would probably leave me there to suffer. But that's just my thought. Can she really allow me to rot in there all alone? Will she? I just don't know. I don't. It's all making my head ache. Everything is so messed up.
Having no other option as she wouldn't move, I try to run out through the exit door that leads out of the house but it bursts open, and an extraordinarily tall cop dashes in pointing a pistol at me.
My jaw drops and my eyes widen. How did he know there is an exit door? How?
I turn abruptly and make to dash out through the front door but it also bursts open before I can reach it and this time three cops dash in all pointing their pistols at me.
Their eyes go to the corpse on the floor and they sigh and shake their heads.
"Who amongst you did this?" One of them– the one behind me asks, his gaze longing on me as if he is so sure that I'm the one that did it.
Well, he is right. And I'm not about to deny it. Not at the way he is gazing at me.
If it is not enough that he is extraordinarily tall he is scary too. I'm tall, at approximately 6ft/2 inch which is 1,8796 meters but yet this man is hovering over me.
He is so tall that I have to lift my head to stare at him. He should be at 7ft or more.
His face is something no one will ever want to stare upon. A thick red scar runs across one side of his face down to his jaw. It looks so new and fresh as if he just got it not long ago.
His eyes are as dark as coal. The darkest I've ever seen and they are currently glaring so menacingly at me.
They are narrow-shaped and deeply set just as if they didn't want to be there.
His lips are the only thing different from his entire features.
While his skin and hair are so pale as if they are made for each other, his lips are a mixture of red and pink. Such a weird but cute combination.
It looks so beautiful that I kinda wish it is on someone else because he is making it look just like him. Scary!
They are set in a hard line. So hard that I'm afraid they might bleed. Same are his jaws. They are clenched. Everything about him screams terror. Deep terror.
He looks more like those predators and villains in movies. The kind of one that appeared in the movie 'Halloween.'
I gulp, wipe away the beads of sweat that have suddenly appeared on my forehead, and lower my head. The best I can do is accept what I have done. He doesn't look like one that should be provoked. I don't dare provoke or lie to him.
"I..."
"I did." Mum beats me to it.
I gulp again and my eyes dilate. Why will she say that? But she never did. I did!
"Let my daughter go officers, I killed him. Take me away." She says again as if they didn't hear her at first, stands, and stretches her hand to them. "Please let her go."
I open my mouth to talk but she shakes her head shutting me up.
The officers glance at me and one of them tilts his head. "You killed him as you just said Mrs. Larisa then how come you don't have much blood on your body and your daughter does?"
"Also, how come your daughter has his heart in her hand and wanted to run when she heard us twisting the doorknob?" Another adds.
Mum exhales and lowers her head. "My daughter has been rolling on his body officers. The heart in her hand is not a definition of anything. It is just a coincidence. And she is just a kid. It is normal for her to want to run."
To say I am merely surprised at how good mum can lie is an understatement but not to blow her lies up, I lower my head and begin crying just to make what she said sweeter.
The cops stare at us in silence for a while as if in thoughts and after a while shrug off. They just bought mum's idea. They believe her.
My heart sinks into my stomach as the realization of the next thing that will happen to mum dawns on me and real tears flow freely from my eyes down my plump cheeks this time. But she didn't do it. I did!
Why will she choose to do this to herself? Why will she choose to go to jail for my sin? Why?
My heart is broken, she is bringing this upon herself, if we ran they won't have seen us.
But then she deserves it! She deserves all of it!
"Handcuff her and take her away."
I stare at her keeping a blank expression. No tears, no reaction, nothing as the cops handcuff her and begin dragging her away.
She is crying loudly now, her eyes are on me.
I stare back at her and all I can see is pain, love, hatred, anger, and regret in her now bloodshot eyes.
Does she hate me now? Just because I killed her beast of a husband? No, she can't! Or could it be because she believes that what her beast of a husband said about me killing my brother is true? Whatever it is, I don't try to change it.
"Mum," I call as they want to drag her out and she halts without turning. "I love you."
She doesn't say a word or the least do like she heard me.
She just resumes walking and soon the cops join her and before I can blink my eyes twice they are zooming off into the highway.
I stare back at the corpse lying a few steps away from me and sigh.
As much as I seem to strongly take it all in, I still feel sorry for him even though I shouldn't be. I guess I'm not as evil as I think I am.
I need to forget, I need to free my mind.
I slowly stroll to the bathroom in the room, take off my clothes and begin washing off all the blood that is plastered on my body.
It takes me almost an hour before I walk out of the bathroom and when I do I saunter into the room hurriedly but stop in my track as my eyes wander to the spot my so-called dad's corpse was and it is no longer there. I take steps backward and narrow my eyes wondering what just happened.
No, I must be hallucinating.
I wipe my eyes severally making sure they are dry and stare back at the spot and just like in the first it isn't there.
The heart is also not where I had dropped it and there is no single blood on the floor.
Sudden goosebumps appear all over me and all the hairs on my body stand. My eyes dilate and my wrists begin throbbing. What the hell just happened? Where is the corpse?