Choice

The Killers

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Scarlet's P.O.V:

There is a feeling of curiosity in everyone, just like how we all own insecurities, but when curiosity becomes a need—a kind of hunger for truth that can kill our soul, destroy every ounce of stability we own in our life, it is called hunger for the Truth. And when someone hesitates, we usually think, that lack of confidence could be a reason. But when someone hesitates while telling the truth, it is not just an insecurity which is basically a false fear within our own soul, it becomes a fear which is well aware of the fact that we are wrong.

And when Caleb was hesitating in telling the name of the woman, who kind of killed my mum, I knew that his fear wasn't just a fear or an insecurity, it was a fear that he owned which was yelling at him about the fact that whatever he was going to spill, was a bitter, dangerous and very sinful act. 

"Why the hell are you stuttering? Don't you dare hide the name! Don't you fucking dare!" I exclaimed in anger and frustration, he took my words as if they were paining him like daggers continuously being twisted in his heart. Or maybe, more than my words, it was the name that was paining him.

"My mother-" His head was down, his eyes were closed, he was slightly shaking his head. The guilt, the fear, the disappointment—his one word was dipped into that.

My world literally stopped when he said that, I mean, it was a shock, a shock which I never expected, a shock which was going to hurt me my entire life as Katerina, the woman who seemed to love her son, husband and me too the most was the woman who was a killer.

He looked up to me, I was just looking at him, no emotions were flooding in me, there was nothing, just emptiness and brokenness. Caleb again took my hand, kept it under his protective hold, but it didn't make me feel anything as well other than emptiness. "Katerina, my mum, she was your mum's friend. Lived beside your mum's apartment."

"You are telling the truth?" I don't know why, but I just felt the need to ask again, to confirm. It was to assure myself, it was to satisfy myself. Katerina, I never thought that woman who was becoming a kind of role model to me was the killer.

"I am," Caleb whispered.

Silence took over us for few moments, my heart seemed to beat faster and faster but still I felt as if my heart was stopped and suffocated. I gulped, looked completely boggled. But then tears, who vowed to never leave my life for once came back, streaming down to my face. That cry wasn't ugly, loud or impulsive.

That cry was silent. No sobs, no moans of pain. That represented how empty I felt. 

"My mum was engaged with my dad, she wasn't married and she lived alone. My dad, my mum, and your dad were good friends. Very good friends, she was poor just like your mum, my dad was better but nothing what he is now. He was also kind of broke. She knew about everything just like how my dad knew, but as she also knew your dad's craziness, she stayed quiet. She played the part in the sick game too, which killed your mum-" He continued, I didn't mind, I didn't want him to stop, I wanted to listen everything because the worst of the worst part had already been heard. I got to know about the killers.

I interfered even though I was just silently crying, not in mood to have a talk, even a break down or kind of didn't feel the need to scream to show how shattered I was. "Don't blame on my dads craziness only, if he was the one who beat her, used her, lied to her and whatever, your dad was the one who didn't do anything about that. And your mum, she was even worse, she played in the part of being a total bitch. She hid the fucking truth, she lied to herself, how can she even live with that. She never let the thing go to police, she stopped her from getting justice. That bloody clinic staff, your dad, my dad, your mum. They are the killers and you still blame my dad's craziness only."