We'll End Up in Hell Boys ✔

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"Why is it not possible? Do you know him?" Dorian asked me, and I was still connecting the dots. "He does have the same last name as yours...."

"Is he your dad?" Lance asked.

"No! My adoptive parents died. I am positive. However, that name belonged to someone who was supposed to be dead as well!"

"Who's that someone, Divana?" Roy asked.

"Wayne Hensler was my dad's younger brother, my 'uncle,' but he was announced dead after I was adopted. I never really got the chance to know him, but I remember attending his funeral. What is happening here, for God's sake?"

"Kid, do you know where we can find Wayne?" Cidro asked the boy on the phone as he progressed the information that I gave.

"I don't know; he knows how to find you, but we don't know how to find him. If he wants to be found, he will pave your way to meet him. Do you need to know anything else? I have to go before I get caught. I am forever grateful for the money!"

"No, thank you. You were a great help. My advice is to get out, don't get involved with the gang, and live with your sister. She will need you. Goodbye, kid." Cidro ended the call, and no one said anything. They were waiting for me to speak. I did not know what to say, and in a way, I felt guilty to be related to this scumbag Wayne. He was the reason a lot of innocent lives perished. He was the spider who connected his evil threads around town without giving much thought to the people who were minding their business.

"Do you need water, dear?" Keri asked as she rubbed my shoulder.

"Yes, please." She got up and walked to her kitchen.

"After you calm down, can you tell us how he was supposed to be dead?" Jino asked, and I nodded. They had the right to know because they were most affected by his dirty actions.

"Here you go, sweetie."

"Thank you, Keri." I took the cup and drank it. "Now, for your question Jino, he was supposed to be dead from an overdose. He was always under the influence, so my adoptive parents preferred I stay away from him as much as possible, and they did keep me away from him. I used to see him from my window. He always sat in the garden with a bottle of alcohol and girls, that was until he was announced dead a year after I was adopted. However, now that I recall my memories of that day, some people never let us open the coffin in his funeral, so we never saw his body...."

"From what I have heard, he must have partnered with someone and faked his death. If it is truly him, then he was desperate to erase his past life. Why?" Dorian stated his thoughts, and I seriously considered screaming aloud. I have never done that, and I wanted to try the feeling of getting out all of my frustration and toss it out the window by shouting.

Life was too short to stress over the little details, so I ran to the window and screamed my heart out. No one dared say anything because they probably understood or sympathized with my emotions. After two minutes, I sat on the floor and faced my friends. "That felt good. You should all try it sometime. To answer your question, Dorian, I think he wanted to erase his past life because of the death of his twin, the uncle that I have never met. My parents told me about him when I asked them about the reason for Wayne's constant drunken and wasted state. I remember my response as if it happened yesterday, which was: past events do not define who we become in the future, rather our mindset after the trauma shape our view of the forthcoming."

"I like that," Roy commented. They did not know that I was talking from a bitter experience with life. Only Dorian could read between the lines if he wanted to, and from his facial expression, he understood me. I shrugged and sat back on the sofa next to Ismarelda and Dylla.