2 Years Later:-
"Jun, open your mouth," I coaxed, my voice soft as I held the spoon near his lips. He was such a tiny thing—black hair like mine, but his blue eyes shone like gems, curious and wide. My precious little brother.
"Aaa, here comes the train," I added playfully, trying to make the process fun for him as I guided the food into his mouth.
As he chewed, a thought crossed my mind. It felt like I'd made a deal with God.
My mother was gone, but in return, I had Jun. My heart hardened. I clenched my teeth, thinking about that Julie bitch.
One day, I'll kill her. I'll make her pay for what she did. And it won't be quick. I'll kill her dead.Jun's wide, scared eyes snapped me out of my dark thoughts.
I looked down at him, realizing how terrifying my expression must have looked. Slowly, I relaxed my face and patted his head, offering a smile.
"It's okay," I whispered, trying to soothe him as he leaned back, settling into my lap.I'm only six years old, but I already knew I couldn't kill her yet. Not because I didn't want to—I was weak, not strong enough to drag her into the hell she deserves. But I'll wait.
I want to enjoy it, savor every moment when the time comes. A slow, wicked smile crept onto my face, but I quickly softened it as Jun fell asleep in my lap.
He really was adorable, looking so much like Dad.Speaking of Dad, he'd changed.
He'd spiraled into a deep depression after Mom's death.
I was the one who took care of Jun now, more like his parent than his brother. I'd seen it coming—if anyone would break after she died, it would be him. And he did. He shattered.
I picked up the sleeping Jun, his small frame light as a feather in my arms. It wasn't something to be proud of—he was frail.
If Mom were still here, she would've doted on him endlessly, making sure he was as healthy and happy as any little boy should be. But she wasn't. I sighed, my steps heavy as I made my way back to the carriage.
Even after all this time, we were still with the circus. I'd thought they would kick us out after everything, but they hadn't. Well, some tried—especially after Mom died. But the biggest supporter of keeping us around? That damn Bitch.
Maybe she wanted to show everyone how 'kind' and 'empathetic' she was. I knew better. I smiled bitterly at the thought.
As the carriage came into view, I saw her. My target. Standing right in front of the door like she owned the place.
"What is it, Aunty?" I asked, my voice steady as I reached the front. My smile never wavered.
"Nothing, I was just here to meet your father," she said, her tone sickeningly sweet.
"He's gone to town to check on some people," I replied, still keeping the smile fixed on my face, playing my part well. Old habits die hard.
"Oh, I see…" she muttered, her eyes flicking over Jun in my arms.
"You wanna come inside?" I offered, though my stomach twisted at the idea. I knew she had a hand in Mom's death. I felt it in my bones.
But some part of me—perhaps the part that craved closure—wanted to give her one last chance.
A chance to prove me wrong. Either way, I would study her, pick apart her behavior, her words. I needed to know.
She refused, mumbling some excuse before turning away. I watched her retreating form, my smile fading as she disappeared from sight.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the extra key, unlocking the door and stepping inside with Jun.
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