Python

C H A P T E R 15

He looked tired, he looked like he hasn't slept at all. His hair was wet and he smelt his usual strong manly intoxicating Clive cologne. He must have took a shower after coming from wherever he was and rushed to see me. He looked handsome as always nonetheless.

He pulled to my apartment and we got out of the car. I went straight to the lobby doors as he locked the car and followed me. We got into the elevator and there was still silence better us. We got out when the doors opened and went to my apartment door. We got in after I unlocked it. I was about to go to my bedroom when he pulled me against him. My back against his front as he held my waist and kissed my neck.

"You're angry." He stated the obvious as he pulled me closer to him.

"What do you think ?" I asked as I stretched my neck and leaned back to him to allow his kisses on my neck.

"I'm sorry, I was busy." He said as he turned me around.

"Too busy to answer even one call ?" I said as I looked at him.

"That's the problem, no matter how busy I am I would never intentionally avoid you." He said as he pulled me closer and I laid my hands on his chest while he held my waist. "My phone battery died yesterday and I was too busy with a case to even check it or charge it. Today I switched it on and charged it without even looking at it and continued my work. I saw your missed calls after I took it out of the charger. I'm sorry okay."

"Where were you last night ?" I asked. I believed him, but I wanted to know if he'll be honest about his whereabouts. If he lies and tells me he was at his apartment then this will mean the whole my battery died story is bullshit.

"I was at my investigating company." He honestly answered. "I was dealing with a case and I lost track of time."

"Okay. I believe you." I said as I hugged him. "You look tired though, you need to rest."

He picked me up and sat me on the kitchen island then he sat on a chair between my legs. "When it comes to Python's cases I can't rest."

My heart beating furiously as I tried to compose myself. "Python's case is the case that kept you up all night ?"

He chuckled bitterly as he looked outside the window. "Yeah, who else could it be."
His whole expression changes everytime this name comes out.

He goes from this sweet, caring person with so much love in his eyes to this bitter, cold person with so much hatred in his eyes.

"I spent hours at the crime scene and had to interrogate the couple's teenage daughter afterwards. Today I went to interrogate the surrounding neighbours that's why I got I saw your call after I came back."

"You found anything ?" I asked as I played with his hair.

"As usual, no" He sighed. "No finger prints, no footage, no eyewitness, no evidence."

I knew he wouldn't find anything and I was sure Abigail would not speak. That wasn't what was bothering me, what bothered me was how much he hated me. Small words like dislike can't describe his hatred for me. Kenny loathed me, he despised me, he detested me. You could hear it in his voice just like how you could see it in his eyes.

"You'll find something, don't stress yourself." I lied. It's been years of playing cat and mouse. But I got to play along. "You once said finding Python was personal.. ?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "It's just funny how I relate so much to what she did yesterday. I was exactly the same age."

He's finally opening up a little bit. I need to know what I did to him for him to hate Python so much. Wait- did he say he relates ?

"What do you mean ?" I asked confusedly.

"She killed my parents." He said simply looking outside the window again.

Okay, I need to be sure if I heard him right. "Python killed your parents ?"

"Yes."

What the actual fuck? I killed his parents?
When? How- why? Gosh I have so many questions. This explains his hatred for me. I mean I would hate me too. This explains his obsession with finding me for the past six years.

I need to know who his parents were and why I killed them? I can't even deny that maybe I'm not the one that killed them because I know I kill a lot of people. I'm just suprised and confused right now. I need answers.

"Ten years ago. Same scenario as yesterday, she killed my parents too, I was just the same age as Abigail. Difference is that I actually witnessed her killing them."

Well Abigail also witnessed everything. I need to be more careful, I can't keep traumatizing kids.

"It was my fifteenth birthday. My parents and I went on a vacation to celebrate it at Waterfalls." He said as his voice cracked up a little. This hurt him. I hurt him. He looked broken and defeated. I've never seen him like this. Kenny never showed me any emotion other than happiness. I've never seen him look so sad in the past month I've been here.

"It was such a happy occasion, everything was fine until my birthday night." He looked up trying to push back the tears that were forcing to come out. "She killed my parents in a hotel room and I saw everything. I saw her totoure them. I saw her stabbing them and shooting them but I couldn't do anything about it."

Tears rolled down his eyes and he wiped them quickly. He didn't want me to see him like this. Did he think I would consider him as being weak ? If it was any other person, I would've said I hate people who cry, I would've said I hate weak people. But I just don't know, seing him like this made me wanna cry. I didn't see him as weak, infact seing him like this broke me to pieces.

"I was held back by this large man who stopped me from saving my parents. I could've fought harder to save them but I didn't. I watched my parents get killed and marked through the hotel glass doors. I tried screaming and called for help but.. nothing. I saw her shoot my mom and dad. Ten bullets each."

"I tried to fight the man who was holding me back but I failed. I failed to save my parents... He let me go after Python jumped out the window. And there I was.. a fifteen year old who just witnessed his parents getting killed by a girl younger than him. How weak could I be ?" He said as he wiped tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"A teenage boy in an unfamiliar city, with dead parents and an image of his parents getting killed. No relatives to rely on. Where do I even begin to move on from that ?" He closed his eyes as if he was reliving the memory. He opened his eyes and looked outside the window while running his hand through his hair. He hasn't even looked at me. He doesn't want me to see the pain in his eyes, but there's no use. Anyone could hear how hurt he is by his cracking voice. "I may have failed to save my parents, but I made a vow that day to find Python and make her pay. I made a vow to my parents to get justice for them. She's the reason why I became a detective and I'll stop at nothing to make sure I get my revenge."