Her Fatal Patrimony

Chapter 12

ANGELA'S POV

Having a relaxing bubble bath I begin to reminisce as I remember the events that occurred not a while ago. I found the piece of paper inside my dad's jacket with the address on it. Newhill village (fiction) is the place. I recognize it as the place my dad told me he lived in once when he was an exile. It's in North Africa.

The address was however not the only thing in the piece of paper. Something else was written behind. It was definitely in my dad's handwriting. It read as:

I hope you forgive me. I love you so much.

I don't know what to think about this note. What is it that I'm supposed to forgive him for? Did he know he was going to die? Did he know who was after us?

All these questions for a dead man. It's frustrating. I hate how much he chose to keep secrets from me now I'm left to chase after ghosts. I don't know how to protect myself because I don't know what I'm protecting myself from. I have to seek the truth and maybe I'll find peace again.

That jacket carried a lot more though. I found the necklace I was gifted to by my grandmother and a picture of myself on my 6th birthday with my parents. I found something else. Something I never thought I would find or even ever see again. Well maybe I had hoped not.

I found a gun. A black handgun. One like I usually used when I went to the gun shop. Holding it in my hand felt foreign. I wished nothing more to do with a gun. It caused my parents' death and I despised it with all my being. So much in me wished to throw it against the wall but I didn't want to cause a scene . Why would my dad leave me a gun? Does he wish for me to be a murderer?

I release the last of my tears as I remember what Kevin told me. He told me that my grandmother's farmstead was burnt into ashes and there was no sign of her. She could very much be dead. I don't think there's ever going to be anything more painful to me. I can feel these tears numb my heart as I let out the last of them . No more tears left to cry.

All these things don't make sense to me. I hate my dad for leaving me with this confusion. He probably is the cause of their death and my near death experience. I deserved to know the truth. I'm an orphan now with no one to turn to . No one to share my pain with. Whoever is the course of this deserves to burn in hell and I'm going to find out who they are to make sure they do.

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"Miss Angela!" Macy says as I enter the kitchen for the very first time. I've given up on trying to get Macy to address me with just my name. The kitchen is huge . It's fit for a restaurant. Clearly a lot goes on here.

"What can I do for you tonight?" She asked bringing me back to the real reason I was in this kitchen before I was lost in it's massive state.

" Oh! Where is Kevin?" I asked

"He is in his study. "

"Does he ever stop working?"

" I don't think he's working this time."

I look at her puzzled. What else would he be doing at his study?

"He was on a video call with his father not too long ago. Those never go well so he usually just locks himself up in his study and drinks himself to sleep." Macy explains.

I didn't know his relationship with his father was that bad. It did occur to me that maybe he might be the black sheep of the family but he seemed so we'll put to be. I wonder what makes their relationship so bad that he needs to drink himself to sleep with just one conversation.

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Passing by his study to my room I hesitate to knock and check on him. He probably needs his space. The urge to know if he is okay gets the better of my respect for his privacy as I went on to knock.