The Raven: Blood of The Heaven

No more pain

"Don't make me do this!  Edward! Please don't make me do this!"

The Voice of Valarie's mother hunted the man, the image of her tears falling from her big ocean blue eyes, holding into him pleading, and once again the voice of his wife Margaret came back hunting him, pleading the same way his Mia pleaded to him, The man felt so suffocated and he felt like he was drowning until he heard the voice of his daughter calling him out.

"Dad! DAD! Wake up!" The fainted voice of his daughter called out, her fainted tone grew louder and louder as he regained consciousness

"V-Valarie?..." The man muttered as he looked up at the ceiling with his pupils dilated he was disoriented feeling the cold water dripping on him that were turning into steam but once he fully woke up, his eyes widened as he realized his whole room was on fire and the water that was dripping on his face, It was the sprinklers and his daughter was shaking him and threw a large wet cold towel slapping him on his face which fully awoken him

     "Dad! God! You fell asleep with your cigar lit and your passed out while drinking! This is so dangerous! I left you alone for an hour!" Valarie helped her father to sit down but his face was unbothered he looked her straight in the eyes and he groaned and went back to laying hopelessly on the floor with the flames that were increasing suddenly died, making his daughter roll her eyes.

     "Come on! Dad! Get up! Atleast go lay on the bed!" The girl helped her father to stand on his two feet as he stood he snatched the bottle of alcohol that was laying next to him, and as he threw himself on the bed like a dead body he hugged the bottle close to his chest as his daughter tried to snatch it and with a mighty force she managed to, only for him to take out a new cigar from under his pillow which she snatched only for him to take another one

     "Oh! Come on! How many of these do you have?!"  The girl complained snatching the pillow from under his head to reveal that he was laying under a pile of cigars, Valarie jaw dropped but she clenched her fangs and rushed to take a trash can and sweep it in it, shaking her head giving him judgmental looks.

    "Oh! Judgmental look from the drug addict!" The man scoffed mocking his daughter, Valarie blushed and slammed the can on the floor and her father's eyes seemed not to leave the cigar but his daughter kicked the fallen cigars

   "Oh! Yea! Well! I'm not a FIRE HAZARD!" She bit her lip as she saw her father who's always so well put together even when he's drunk or high was with no flaw, his hair wasn't as messy, his beard were always groomed, his room wasn't a flaming mess. He used to scold her more, tease her more, He found it his motivation in life to be a pain in her ass, but this man was not her father but the ghost of him

Oh...No! I can't believe he still can look at fire after what happened! My dad is a HUGE MESS! I can't handle it all by myself!

Few weeks ago at baby Bridget's funeral, the guests were gathered murmuring as they sat down, all the whispers were about the tragedy that took place, and the baby's soul that was lost.

"Poor Margaret...She's not even well enough to attend her own baby's funeral" one said

"How sad! Losing her first born" the other said

"After trying so many times...the Vilardo's can't take a break can they...It seems drama follows them where ever they go!"