SARAH'S POV.
All my life I've watched out for Eric, Keen on one fact, he must be better than he is, he must have it all, the wealth, the power, and the position.
Although our parents were people of average wealth, we managed to get whatever we wanted but growing up I realised our own wealth was better than what we were offered.
I saw things and I realised there was a Life which was still better than ours, but there was nothing I could do or so I thought I was more balanced and I was co-sentences.
I love my parents, knowing
Well, they still got me what I wanted but They never bothered stretching forth to get things of
higher quality.
Days passed into months and months into years, Eric and I grew up to be great siblings.
However just like most things come to an end the same happened with my parents, On a fateful day just as usual they were odd on a business trip,
But this time it was strange, they decided to take our servants along.
Although back then I never really viewed them as one, my parents treated them with love and Respect even when they were omegas,
I didn't see them as slaves either and treated them just as well as any parents treated them, but that day I had heard them both arguing.
Marie's parents worked under us and they had been the most lovely set of parents. Mostly one envied her. I envied the love her parents showed her.
Although many times they were scrubbing, washing and yet still they found time for her.
Her gifts were never as pretty as ours, they were never as glamorous, special, or expensive as those out ours but still, they were constant.
She didn't have to wait for special occasions before she could get a park closed down for her, she got little toys constantly and they all made her holy regardless of the fact that they were mostly second-hand. They were sold at low prices for having faults at the factory.
All still didn't matter, that very night before their travel I had gone to their room.
Usually, my parents are mostly Tired and worn out by night and the marked mother has always been the one I tell both drive and bedtime stories even before telling it to her own child.
But that might be different, Eric and I had waited for her, but she didn't come.
We waited for minutes and then hours yet nothing, Eric eventually slept off Sheila's airing but I could not.
I had gotten used to hearing her voice although I was in no position to go snoop around as I was still worried about her.
I was without haste left to my feet in search of her, I saw her in the pantry room.
At first, I was relieved and about to leave when I saw she was having a discussion with someone but I didn't, I could not. I realized it was more of an argument than a conversation.
That made me feel more compelled today, I had been young but grown a little to make sense of a few words.
The words were rushed, their tones were discreet but I could see that she was against Marie's diaries dad had in mind.
She kicked hard against his choice and in the end she yelled at him to keep the guy about it or that would be the end of Marie.
I still could not make it end but I had no choice but to leave. I didn't want them to catch me snooping around in places that u were not meant to be.
Eventually, I had retired to bed without the whole bedtime story,
The next morning on taking up my parents were given and we were left in charge of another omega in the pack. I had arguments but I knew it was the next possible thing to do but I had at least expected her to say goodbye.
Maybe they had drowned it, Eric being too much of a crybaby would have sulked and made up a scene that would probably delay them and he could not just let them go and they could not afford to miss their flight.
Although it was different, I could not tell what had happened or what was wrong but I still found it weird at first, knowing well I had always stayed with Navy parents.
We three were left all at him, Marie and I all three left In charge of down another strange nanny.
A call came in a few days later, it was Dad. He seemed pretty distressed and wanted to speak with me, he had me on the phone and said a few things about loving me. I had made sense of it and in fact, called him boring knowing I wanted to have some time with my friends at the moment.
A few hours after he was called in to be dead, dead, and gone with no way of coming back home.
Same with mom, same with Marie's parents however my senses drifted far back to the Night which they had that night.
They seemed really discreet and saw how marked Mother was against it. I knew immediately she wanted nothing to do with it and she once thought it was wrong as well.
I had felt something was odd but I was way too young to Process it, however, I came down to one simple resolution and conclusion, Marie's parents had nothing to do with my parent's death, if anything at all had killed my parents, on purpose.
As much as I had put too much thought into it and still do I can't tell why, I see no reason why they should have done that, they had killed them and killed themselves along with it.
They were simply nervous and wanted them out of life and I would do the same with their Daughter, I won't Stop till she bleeds head to toe from my hands