If You're Fine, Then I'm Fine

Chapter Three

Leanna's pov

A lightning strike. A fallen light post. A gasping crowd.

Three things that were cause by disaster.

Her body lay still on the dirt road of the village. Robert bends down to her, pretending to sob. This is the end, isn't it? She's gone. He thinks to himself. My fault. It's all my fault. Her body is burnt from the lighting strike that he caused. He wipes the sweat dripping from his brow.

He shoves the light post off her swollen figure, being careful as he did so. Shiiiit, I did a good job.

Why the fuck would he say that?

Because he is a psycho, that's why. Duh guys, keep up with the story.

People from the crowd rush over to them. "Oh my god, is she okay?" They sputtered to each other.

"S-she's hurt... badly. Is she dea-" Robert tried to say, but was shortly interrupted by a familiar voice in the crowd.

"What have you done Robert? This is certainly no way to treat your wife," The voice stated. Robert's head turned sharply to this person.

Rosia. My mum, and Robert's best friend. Well, ex best friend now.

"You traumatised the whole town. Oh gosh, the children. Seriously, look at what you did. Killing your own wife?"

"She is dead? Oh good," He muttered.

Gasped raised from Rosia, me in her arms, and the crowd surrounding them. "ROBERT! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" She hissed, covering my ears and placing me onto the ground.

He didn't sound like this before. He was happy like ten minutes ago. Why did he turn like this? Why is he a monster? My heart raced. I was terrified of him. I was only five.

"Go home Leanna. Please. You don't need to hear this."

I agreed, but hid behind the bushes of the close-by house instead of going home. Not surprising for a curious as fuck five-year-old. But now, knowing what happened next, I wish I never stayed. I'd be happier now. I wouldn't hate his guts. As much.

"Robert, you destroyed half the village, you destroyed your house, with your child inside, AND you killed your wife, and you say, 'oh good'?!" Her eyes widen.

"Mhm," He looks around the village staring at the chaos he's made. He feels calm for some reason, "Is there a problem?"

"What the actual fuck. What are you, a psycho?" She says in disgust. Little me hiding behind the bushes was very shocked by the fact my own mother said that word.

"I prefer murderer, but psycho is nice too," He shrugs, "It works,"

She huffs, annoyed at this child of a man, "Oh my god, are you crazy?"

"Girl, if anybody thinks I'm not, they are the crazy one," He replies, standing up and towering over her with a smirk.

Rosia steps back from his tall frame, she is as shocked as the rest of the crowd. Robert laughs manically as he directs his body towards the northern forest surrounding the town.

"Don't you dare run from your problems. You need to fix this, apologise to everyone here at least," Rosia says without a stutter.

He turns his head to her, "Oh yeah. I can fix one thing," He walks slightly closer towards her horrified face. He clasps his hands together, clenching them tightly then swinging towards her face punching her out cold.

"Your annoying ass mouth, bitch," He laughs and walks off without a moment of regret. He knew what he was doing.

My stomach sank. I scampered out towards her, tears flooding down my flushed face.

The people from the town took both my mum and Tabia to the hospital. They did check on both of them to see if they could possibly ever be saved.

Only my mamá came out of there alive. A memorial was made for Tabia, and the name Robert was disowned by everyone. No child named anything close to it after that day.

It's been eleven years, and nobody know where he is. I am now sixteen and I have mostly forgotten about him, which is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Thank fuck.

Nobody talks about him or his kid, Akia. He destroyed his house where she was, so she is most likely dead by now. Nobody found her body though, so she possible escaped, but still, the poor child is most likely dead because he abandoned her.

If she were still alive, she would likely be like Robert. A psychopath.