The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 8🌑

Talat's point of view

My brother is dead.

My whole body shook, but I held on tight to my little composure and step away from dad's embrace. Who would think that I would end up in his arms after all these years? I watched him fight to pull of his suit and then he broke down in his chair. He cried his heart out. The way he cried; I think the building shook. Crying over his beloved son.

I wiped my face and the image of Junior's body flash in my mind. His death made me feel my whole twenty-six years, because I've only known him for five. It took five years for the bastard to snatched my cold heart and made me care, make me want to protect him; a thug I didn't know anything about all my life. I grew up thinking I was the only child.

Then a shoe drop or whatever dad had dropped, his conscience maybe. He hit me with a bomb. A bomb that is now exploded.

A murder and a rapist. A rapist!

Bitterness swirl in my chest as Caroline's face flashes through my mind.

Allah Allah

My heart grew cold in my chest and I wiped my tears. I fix my attire and walked up over to the table. I no longer give a fuck. Junior was the favorite son anyway.

"You think this is it huh? You are wrong, you lost me big time. I quit. As soon as this case is over, I'm gone."

He looked up at me with a messy face.

"Olum-"

"Baba, yavash," I held my hand up to him. He should slow down indeed. He has been covering murders for Junior all these years and its like all of it is going to fall on me. Walter won't give up so easy.

"Walter is back, I won't be the one to tell him that Junior is a part of the family a rapist for a son,"  I filled my voice with sarcasm, and added salt to the wound. If I had vampire hearing, I would have maybe hear his heart crack. His eyes widen and he held his chest.

Yes, the son you protect and love over me is also one of that, a rapist for Christ sake!

Gritting my teeth I walked out of there. I signaled a concern Matthew to check on him. I walked heavily down the stairs.

The whole building probably is wondering why is he crying that loud.
They all knew am his son. They don't need to know his other son just died.

Yes, Junior and I had a few happy memories. Memories. Memories of him and I fighting for a blunt of cigarettes, chasing each other for no good reasons, but mostly me trying to change him, to let him see the brighter side of life. All of that shattered because of what he did. The murders didn't harden my heart, even though Am a cop that shouldn't be tolerating those. What he had done to Caroline did. It shattered those memories.

I knew my face was grim, no-one step to me to ask me anything when I reach the flat.

"Talat," That soft voice said my name. I stood rooted to my spot.

Her soft fingers touched my jacket arm.
I couldn't even look at her.

"Talat?"

"I have to go," I walked off with my hands stuck in my pants pockets.

"Talat, wait," She said beside me at the door. I turned around and looked at her. Her greys so... Why so captivating?   For the first time she was close to me willing and I wanted her far away, yet I knew it took a lot for her to even touch me.

"Is he dead?" She asked. I thought of lying but I couldn't so I nodded my head a yes, with a close up windpipe. Swallowing; I watched her reactions. There was nothing to read. I look deeper in her eyes but I couldn't pick a emotion. What kind of cop am I?