LOST

Chapter 23. Breakdown in his arms

You can dislike your parents for a time being but never hate them forever, you might utter 'I hate you' at heat of a moment to them but your heart can not actually hate them. Even if they were criminals.

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Sitting near the window, I gazed at the crescent which was shining brightly in the sky, it was a beautiful and peaceful night, the sky was dressed in black silk and silver stars outlined it beautifully.

Nature was yet again, my comforter. The way those trees in my backyard were swaying in a rhythm, as if they understood me and nodded at every word I uttered.

I sighed, I never thought my life would be such a mess, it's more than I ever imagined.

My parents and angel and David, they all hit a girl and ran away from the accident spot, leaving her to die.

They even erased the evidences to save themselves. My mind has been a mess since the time I heard the truth and for a moment, I did thought that maybe it was just a misunderstanding of Henry.

But when has destiny been good to me? I chuckled sadly.

It was not a misunderstanding, they did deleted the footage but only from police records.

We derived the footage from the traffic police, it was quite hard as it was done years back but we needed to know the truth. And in all this, of course I was in the hospital, in a small bed to be exact.

It seemed like seeing me injured had kicked up everyone's protective instinct, I definitely shouted, cursed a bit as well and not to forget threatening of punching but none let me do anything.

They did it all themselves, carter had stayed back in the hospital itself so that I don't do any kind of 'activities' and hurt myself.

When they got the footage and returned with a gloomy face, it pierced my heart and when I saw the whole video, I could not stop those tears which fell from my eyes.

I was shocked, whom I considered as God did such disgusting thing.
I was hurt, I had never imagined them as criminals.

For every child their parents are like role models, mine were too. But people say, real faces hurt.

I felt guilty, it was their fault but somewhere in between, Henry suffered, he lost his daughter who was his life.

I felt confused, I did not knew what am I supposed to do. I cannot even hate them as I love them too much for my own bad.

But crime is a crime, even though they are no more yet we submitted the proof to the police.

It had been almost two days since I got discharged from hospital and I stayed there for a day too. Since my wound were not that bad and a little help from Liam I got discharged early.

I had completely disagreed when Nick, carter and Ashton wanted to go back to hotel. They all took a ten days break claiming that they were exhausted from the dramas going on.

I brought them to my home, my dream house which I had built with love and affection but had not lived here even for a month properly.

A beautiful and cute two story house which is not as big as a mansion but has homely vibes and this is all due to Sandra, the caretaker of this house.

She is in her late forties but her energy is too much, bubbly and a bold lady. She is like a motherly figure to me.

She loves me too much but since I came back from the hospital I am locked up in my bedroom. I didn't talked much to her this time.

I didn't like coming out, neither I did. Whoever knocked at my door I either did not answered or yelled to go away. From these three days, I had not even talked to Ashton. Not even once.