WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Six | Bury Me

WHAT BOOK HAS CHANGED YOUR MENTALITY THE MOST?

4 Months Until Victoria's Death...

"No shit." Victoria says back. She could feel the walls caving in on her. Her breaths slow down as he comes closer step by step. She felt choked and was brought back to her childhood when her father used to abuse her mother. She went back to that time her father would punch her ruthlessly for hours until her red-wine blood was splattered across the walls of this house.

 She could hear those dark brown wooden walls talking to her with every step Samuel took closer. She could feel her life departing with every step. She could hear the loud heartbeats piercing through her chest. It was like her heart was screaming on the inside, asking to be set free, but in reality she said no words, she just stood there patiently, waiting for Samuel to make his move and end this never-ending misery that she has been living in since birth.

 "You don't understand," Samuel says as tries approaching her slowly. He had his hand out as if he were approaching a rabid dog and was trying to tame it, but with all these vases shattered across the room, making the house look like a murder scene, how could you blame a man for taking some precaution. "I am not going to kill you." He adds, finally pausing at a reasonable spot leaving a small brown table in between Victoria and himself. 

Victoria backs off and picks up another vase, terror was drawn on her face like a painting, the blood drops slowly making their way through her fingers because of how deep she dug her nails into her palm. There was no emotion in Victoria's eyes, only pain, and pain that has been buried there for a very long time, Samuel thought.

 "Say something," Samuel whispers, closing the distance between them, his hand still out trying to cool Victoria off, but Victoria swings the vase and Samuel immediately takes a leap back, his heart racing. "Vic please." He begs. You could hear the sadness in his voice, his throat closing up as he let out that please, the please that almost dropped all of Victoria's guards and made her jump to hug and comfort him, but she wasn't going to fall for the devil's tricks anymore, she said to herself, she can't let herself feel any sort of remorse of sympathy for this psychopath standing in front of her.

 "I'm in love with you," His words catch her off guard and she drops the vase to the ground, just like her heart just did. Victoria was swerving in-between emotions. Her thoughts were eating her up from the inside and she felt her entire body heat up. She didn't even notice the fact that a piece of the vase flew into Samuel's arm and scratched him badly. 

She just stood there, eyes to the ground, tongue twisted and unable to speak. She tried to get a word out or create something that would make sense to her, but all that came out from those deceitful lips was hate, and abandonment, "You're a liar!" She yells, her voice easily heard blocks from here house, "You don't love me you fucking imbecile!" Victoria drops to her knees and sobs as she comforts herself. The walls of this house held so many memories. So many tears. So many reasons for her to end her life right there and then. 

She hated herself for choosing the wrong guy once more, hated herself more for wishing for a second that he succeeded with taking her life, her miserable, unlivable life, but what truly played with Victoria's head was how much she hated herself for wanting to say it back. She knew these three words changed everything, "I love you too." She whispers under her breath, Samuel barely being able to hear her. 

"What did you just say?" He picks up a tissue and starts cleaning up the scar she left on his arm. A piece of the vase was still hanging out of Samuels tattoo on his right arm. It took Victoria a good minute to realize that this was blood dripping from his arm and not the ink of a tattoo, "You're bleeding!" She jumps up and rushes to the bathroom to get him a towel, but deep down she knew that she was avoiding the fact that she must repeat what she said when she gets back down there.

 As she makes her way to the bathroom, memories from the past come rushing in. She remembered how Damian used to beat her up recklessly and leave scars and bruises all over her body. She remembered how she never dared to hit him back or defend herself because her father used to do the same thing to her mother. She remembered her brother, Jack, and how he ran away from home at the age of 8 and hasn't come back since.

Victoria's life flashed before her eyes, "Is this what they mean when they say you see a small movie trailer of your life before you die?" She says to herself, "No," A voice replies from behind her, sending thrills through her skin as she jumps up and looks behind her. "I thought I said no boys are allowed in this house Victoria." Her father says. 

She could see the rage build up in his eyes, and she could tell that he had been drinking, probably more than usual, "I thought I said no boys are allowed in this house Victoria!" He walks towards her, each step faster than the other, and Victoria didn't know what to do other than scream as loud as she could. She closed her eyes and went to her comfort space. She imagined butterflies and lilies, diamonds and gold, chocolates and doughnuts. She thought about everything that would make the pain coming her way any less, and then she thought about him.

 A loud thud opened Victoria's eyes up as she saw her fathers body laying still on the floor, his face white as snow, no movement whatsoever. "I said we need to talk," She looks up to see Samuel with a vase drowned in blood as he holds it above her father's still body. She didn't know if her father was dead or alive. She didn't know if she should scream or call for help, but she knew that they needed to talk before she lay there next to her father, "I asked you what you said Victoria." Samuel takes the towel from her hand and wipes the blood off the vase and places it down next to him, not paying any attention to the body groaning at his feet, "I'm keeping this here in case you decide to throw another vase at me."

Victoria looks down to see her father's body start to move slowly, "Well then let's get out of here," She looks back at Samuel, "I can't talk with him around." They walk out of the house and get into Samuel's car. So many thoughts were going through Victoria's head, too many to keep up with, but she didn't bother at this point. "If today is the day I die, so be it." She thought to herself and closed her eyes to go back to her comfort zone. Whoever the man sitting next to her is, Victoria didn't seem to care because the man in her head is a man she loves, and that doesn't happen very often to the queen of Rivervine. 

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