WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Seventeen | Broken Pieces

4 Months Until Victoria's Death...

After hours and hours of meticulously planning. Samuel and Victoria threw their backs on the couch and let out a long sigh for the time they spent plotting what seemed like the end of the world. The room was silent for hours as they planned with only their eyes. Each having their own pen and paper to write on, and the only words that were exchanged were the words of the eyes. Mr. Blane was out of town, or so Victoria claimed.

Samuel believed that Mr. Blane abandoned her and that is why she turned psychotic. The queen was no longer a queen of light, but a queen of everything everyone thought of her to be. Victoria was filled with darkness — pain. She was filled with hatred and chaotic thoughts that only an insane person would think of.

She was a sane person who was twisted by the world around her, by the devastation she was put through all these years, and finally, like any sane person, she had enough and sold her soul to the devil. "Before we fully throw our guards to the ground I wanna know why you would lie to me." Samuel took some time to comprehend what Victoria was talking about because of how many cigarettes he smoked in this long night.

He was staring at the wall with a smile on his face for quite some time before Victoria threw that question at him. "About what?" Clearly he had no idea what she was asking him. It's difficult to answer a question about a lie you made when the lies are simply too many. "Your mother's death." She reminds him, "You told me the bullet was aimed at you, but hit your mother. Then when Christina showed up you said it hit Christina, so what's the truth?" Samuel shakes his head and contemplates whether he wants to walk down that road again.

It isn't easy taking a trip down memory lane, especially when that trip is filled with blood and gunshots at such a young age. It was quite hard for Victoria to know whether Samuel's silence was him preparing to say the truth, or if he was too busy coming up with a different lie to cover up the last one.

She remembered herself when she did that with her parents. How she would come up with a small lie but it formulates into a bigger lie in the long run. She thought that maybe it's because of this shitty habit of hers that people think so low of her at school. Why everyone fears her and think she is someone she isn't.

Maybe it's because of her lies, that slowly became her character, and then finally became her truth. "Mother was an alcoholic. I never lied about that." Samuel lets out a deep breath, clearly from how much thought he put before finally getting up and confessing. He was racing back and forth in Victoria's living room. She thought she would faint just looking at him.

"She had an affair with our neighbor, some guy called Oliver that was with her at work, and my father found out. I believed that once my father finds out my mother is pregnant he would be ecstatic, but sadly he just started hitting her more often and he always asked her to get an abortion or else he would kill us all.

My father was psychotic, I know that, we all did, but no one believed him when he said he would kill us all. Christina and I were upstairs, and we heard them fighting downstairs, so we sat on the stairs, knees up to our chests, eavesdropping. I heard a loud thud and that's when I ran downstairs, and I saw him choke her.

I saw him grab my mother by the neck and pin her down on the floor until there was no air left in her lungs." Samuel took a joint out of his pocket and lit it on fire. Slowly taking a puff and blowing his pain out. "What happened next?"

"I yelled in fear. Christina was behind me but I didn't see her, I completely forgot she was even there in the house, and before I knew it my father turned and caught us witnessing this. I could tell that he was feeling guilt from the way he looked at me. He knew that I saw a monster. That he was no longer a human being. So he took out his gun, and shot at me. All I remember is closing my eyes, and hearing another gun shot go off. But when I opened my eyes I wasn't in heaven. I wasn't dead. I was looking at my father on the floor as his brain scattered all across the room. My mother on the floor, skin as white as snow, and finally Christina fighting for some air."