Recap

Do you agree?"

Do I ?

I really don't have a choice. If I leave this place then I would be arrested for sure. And till now it didn't seem any of the people here would be of much harm.

Also I wanted answers. That seemed like my priority right now.

"Yes, I do."

"We'll, then welcome to your new home."

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Murderer.

That's what I was.

I was a cold blooded murderer.

I wasn't crying. I couldn't cry.

I screwed my eyes shut and I saw them again. His eyes flashed before me as I saw the life being squeezed out of them.

By me.

The black orbs started to swirl around in my mind. I couldn't get rid of those images no matter how hard I tried.

I bolted up from the bed I was lying on. I was shown my room I'd be staying in while I'm under training in the Core.

I felt my stomach clench and acid rising my throat. I rushed to the bathroom door and fumbled with the door handle.

The door slammed against the wall as I made my way towards the wash basin and hurled into it.

I kept on emptying my stomach until I was heaving.

I turned on the tap to drain the puke and washed my mouth.
I splashed water on my face repeatedly.

Turning the tap off I looked up to see my sunken face.

I raked my eyes over my shrunken face and then looked at the reflection of amber eyes with specks of gold dancing around.

Just like mom.

And then I lost it.

I broke down completely.

My hands slipped from the tap and I slid down the wall.
All the emotions that had been pent up since yesterday; pain,anger,grief,remorse....everything surfaced up, leaving me in a mess of tears.

I lost my mom.

I murdered my step-dad.

I killed him,yes. But I didn't feel an ounce of remorse for that.
I would have done it again in a heartbeat if I had to.

I didn't feel remorse for killing him, but I did feel remorse for not acting up earlier.

I always tried to convince mom to leave that bastard and go somewhere far away where he couldn't reach us.

But she never agreed. She always claimed that she loved him and couldn't leave him ever.

It was clear that she did. Even after he abused her, beat her up, she still used to worry about him, tend to his needs.

She reasoned that he had saved her and helped her when she was a mess.

That was true.

When Dad died, Mom was devastated. She turned to drugs.
She was a drunken mess. I was one at that time.

I got to know this when she confessed later on.

Atticus, my step-dad met her and helped with her addiction.

He was not like this all the time. In fact he was very caring and sweet.

I never really felt that he wasn't my real father. We were really a happy family for a few years.

It all started when I was thirteen and one night he came home drunk and started to accuse my mom for making his life a mess.

It became a regular occurrence from then on.

Even though he had helped  Mom, that was no reason for her to remain in an abusive relationship.

Even though I don't want to admit it but there were a few instances when I wanted to eave without her. But I always decided against it.

Even though she was delusional, I couldn't leave like that.

I couldn't stop him but at least I was there to tend to her wounds.

Our relationship wasn't the same after that night, obviously, our family was destroyed.

But I still loved her.

I missed her.

Slowly I got up again and looked at the image of my red, puffed up eyes in the mirror.

I splashed water on my face once again and made my way to the bed.

And I succumbed to the thoughts of last night's occurrences once again.

I wished I could sleep and drift into that world of dark abyss.

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Hello guys!!!

I'm soooo sorry! You can hate me all you want for another filler and RIDICULOUSLY short  chapter.

But this was important.

And also I'm preparing for an entrance exam for the school I applied in.

I hope I pass the test!

Anyways, about the chapter, I was really nervous while writing this. Tell me if I did justice to her feelings.

Love you♥♥♥♥