Hello, Stockholm Syndrome: My Pity Killer Series

Chapter 19

Chapter 19: The Day After

AYA'S POV

I won.

I beat him and now they have no choice but to respect me. I killed...my brother. My baby brother.

I shuddered a little as I felt his heart roll from my open palm and I turned as I stared at their faces. Everything was slowly settling as we all realized what just took place.

I was stronger. I killed Marcel. I could kill anyone that stepped against me.

I heard Maya's scream and I felt my heart crack; she knew her fate, but I was too tired to trap her just yet. She was gone in seconds as Monte appeared and began to clap.

"I never doubted you," he chuckled, stepping over my brother's body.

"Clean this mess up; I need to shower and think of how many sins I have caused.

I walked toward my room as I heard someone behind me.

"You do know what you've done, right?"

I was shocked to find Malachai.

"Thought he was going to win?" I tried to lighten this dark conversation.

"I thought your threat was empty, I didn't think..."

"Exactly, which is why I do all the thinking and planning for this family. He hated me, he forced my hand."

"I can't believe it took me this long to realize you're just like father. Remember how he died? Alone." He started to walk away but I stopped him and pinned him to the wall; staining his shirt with Marcel's blood.

"That's where you're wrong little brother. I was beside him as he took his last, ragged and stinky breath. I held his hand as his grip loosened. I heard his every cursed word and last promise. This is why I am doing what I am. I never break my word."

"You're still doing his bidding after he disrespected you. Forced you barren because he was upset you fell in love? We all know you're secret; why Maya is so damn screwed up in the head. He made us this way; he still controls you Aya."

"Are you defying my orders?" "Are you going to kill me too?"

"Guys," Michael interrupted us and I snarled at him.

"Don't chastise me; he hates you too, remember that."

I left before either could respond and locked my door; quickly undressing and stepping into my shower.

I needed to process these emotions I was having.

I killed Marcel in cold blood honestly. He knew I was stronger than him; he knew I had the upper hand and experience. I was going to let him live; probably rip off his arm for retaliation; another reason for him to hate me, but I had no intention of killing him.

I saw the fear in Maya's face and Tane appeared in my eyes. Was I really that weak for love? To be betrayed again, but I had no other person to blame for Marcel's demise than Monte.

The words he whispered to me triggered something so dark and deep inside of me, I only saw red. I tasted his blood and I wanted his heart more than anything. I felt my chest caving in and I grabbed onto my counter top; struggling to breathe as the heart ache finally reached me. I was no longer in shock; I killed my family. Someone I swore to never hurt for a man that I should have never trusted in the first place.

I wasn't strong; I looked at my reflection. My teary eyes, red nose and bloody cheeks; I was weak. I was weak for the wrongest of reasons. Love; something I swore I would never allow myself to feel again.