The Only Girl In The World

Chapter Thirty-four

I killed them. My father and little sister died because of me.

Those words echoed in my head as I stared at the person who uttered those words. To say I was shocked was an understatement but I refused to believe someone like him could do something like that. He always talked about them with so much love in his eyes, I couldn’t comprehend how that same person could be the one who killed them.

“There’s no way…S-stop messing with me.” I frowned at him.

He sighed turning his head away from me. “Before we moved here, I was involved with a lot of shit. I got involved with the wrong set of people, I’m talking people who dealt with drugs and guns. I wasn’t 18 yet at the time, they were much older so they left me with the trivial jobs. Like delivering their stuffs and being on the lookout.”

I stayed quiet as he continued.

“I did it to rebel against my dad. I wanted to prove to him that he didn’t control my life and I could do whatever I wanted to do, before that we would have so many arguments about my life and I felt he was too controlling. I get that he wanted the best for me but I wanted to be in control of my own life.

They knew I was involved with them, from the bruises I get when there was a clash, to the coming back home late and the late nights arrest they had to bail me out for. I wondered why they didn’t just leave me there, I was so stupid and I sure as hell deserved it. My mom would cry every night and my dad would yell at me, I would see my little sister peeping from the stairs with a sad frown on her face.

I should have stopped. I should have listened to them. At least for her. I didn’t learn my lesson till one day, I snitched. They clashed with some other group and an innocent life of a passerby was taken by a stray bullet. Things were hot and the police were on the case. I was so messed up from everything that happened, I knew shit like this happened but I never thought I would experience it or be caught up in it. And an innocent life was lost because of them. I was caught up in a mix emotions, fear for my life and guilt for the innocent life. So I told the police, I told them everything when I was interviewed. I knew what that meant for me but I wanted to believe the police would handle everything before they found out.

The police let me off because I confessed every single details from names to addresses, I was still on probation for a while though. After that, I took it as a waking call for me, I decided that was the last straw and I would live that life behind me for good. My dad and I even made up and it seemed like we were a happy family again, they were proud of me for doing the right thing. It was a week later, when I went to the store to grab some things from the store for my mom that it happened. I came back, the door was open and I knew something was wrong immediately. When I rushed in, the living room was a bloody mess and the bodies of my parents and sister laid in the mess looking lifeless.

Dad died on the spot while my sister died in the hospital, my mom was lucky to survive. She was the one that told me they were looking for me. They were looking for me and they refused to tell them where I was and they took their lives instead!”

Tears streamed down his face as he fisted his hands at his sides, a slight tremble racking through his body.

“They could have led them straight to me but they chose to still protect me, after everything. It was my fault, I got myself in that mess and they didn’t have to protect me, they still did.” He said, his voice shaky.

Slowly reaching out to his hands, I took them in mine and forced him to look at him. My heart breaking at the pain he had gone though and was going through.

I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t say sorry. Sorry was the worst thing you could say to anyone really, what the hell was it meant to do? Take the pain away and suddenly make everything magically feel better?