Her father. Her father.
One of the two people who had brought her into this world and given her life.
The one who had clothed and fed her when her mother couldn't.
The one who had comforted her and wiped away her tears when her mother's life was brutally torn away from her.
The one who had shouted down the bullies who dared mock her for mourning her mother's death.
The one who had funded her education even when it put him into debt.
The one who, even when she was grown up, would always call her to make sure that she was alright.
The one who, every year, without fail, would comfort her on the anniversary of her mother's death.
The one who was and always would be there for her when no one else would.
And now, he was dead. Killed by a foul creature who fully deserved to burn in the darkest pits of hell for all eternity. Killed by a serpent who had mocked, tortured, and slaughtered thousands, possibly millions, across history. Killed by a twisted abomination who would disgust even the Scarlet King himself.
"Why, why, why, WHY?!" she screamed, slamming a fist into the floor.
Her mother was long dead. Her father, killed. She had no siblings. She couldn't confide in her friends outside of work and put their safety at risk. She'd driven away her friends at work and broken the heart of the man she loved more than anything else.
Her family was gone.
There was no one to turn to. No one she could confide in.
She was all alone.
The worst part? The cruel irony?
He, just like her mother, had been murdered on the very day he was supposed to have been celebrated.
Father's Day.
*"Why would I do this? Because I'm a cruel, heartless f*cker," I say as I cry while typing this chapter.
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The Breaking Wheel
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