Ink x Honey

Chapter Four

Before my bestowing upon this world, my father had a family of one daughter.

Her name is Eureka, or rather, it was.

Something horrible happened to her, and it wasn't my fault.

After Eureka's mother divorced our father, she married a scientist. A mad one, they said. This particular man had kidnapped underaged girls and kept them in his basement, where he would harvest their organs once they had their first period.

But none of those were true. Mr. Hilber, the scientist, turned out to be a very delicate man who just happened to enjoy experimenting on insects and frogs. He also adored abstract painting and classical music. When he found out about Eureka's favorite color, which is moss green, he went to the hardware store and bought a moss green paint to color up her little bedroom.

That's the kind of man Mr. Hilber is. Perhaps I would spare him if he were my father.

Perhaps I wouldn't even think of doing what I have done to my father if he were like Mr. Hilber.

Now, where was I?

Ah, Eureka!

There was a period of time where Eureka and I lived under the same roof. It was some time after her parents had divorced, but before her mother married Mr. Hilber.

That was when my father began to indulge in one brothel after another. And that was when, a year later, an unknown lady, my birth-giver, my unknown mother, left me in a basket outside our mansion and vanished with the wind.

My father loved his son. Eureka was not his son. My father did not love Eureka, but he loved me.

I was the child whom everybody loved, which was ridiculous. I was dumb, noisy, and got sick quite frequently. Moreover, I am a motherless bastard. It was so much later that I realized what they gave me was not love.

It was pity.

Eureka and I were four years apart. I was her plaything until I turned five. She was nine then, when her mother got married and took her away from me.

"Good bye, Eureka."

I never said that.

They never gave me the chance to say it.

One day I woke up from a very sad dream, and my sister wasn't there to wipe my tears anymore.

I asked my father, but he told me there was no one named Eureka. He told me I was his only child.

And then, Wilson came into our family. He's only five years older than I was. My father adopted him so he could be my personal butler for the rest of my life.

You see? I was loved. But such privilege did not make me happy. I was a dumb, noisy, sick, and sorrowful kid.

I wanted my sister back. But they erased her existence from my life.

When I turned seven, I had my first mother. Mama was a gentle and caring woman, but she was old and unattractive to the hideous eyes of my father. He married her just so this beloved son of his would have a mother figure, and she did her purpose so very excellently.

When Mama and I were like an inseparable duo, that douchebag brought home another lady.

My memory of those years were hazy for some reason. I remember my father yelling at me for the first time in my life. Mama was there. The bitch, too. But only Mama ran and stood between me and my father when he raised his hand to slap me.

He slapped her instead. My mama.

I remember crying in her arms. Why did I even cry? She was the one with a red handprint on her face.

Her pain and mine had begun to blur, and my memory distorted into a jumbled mess.

One day, I once again awoke from a very sad dream.

And once again, I lost the solace of my heart.

The days I spent during those years were monotonous.

Father married that bitch, but their marriage didn't last that long. He divorced her and in such a short time brought in another bitch, married her, and divorced her, too. I lost count on how many bitches my father had married and divorced. Suddenly, I found that I had turned twenty one.

Suddenly, I decided that enough was enough.

Before I continue my tale, which was just about to reach its peak, I would like to take us back to Eureka and her new family.

Just when I began to believe I was the most miserable thing on earth, I found out that a very unfortunate fate fell upon Eureka's life.

The mere thought of it never failed to make me shiver in all unpleasant emotions.

She had a brother.

His name's Henry, the child of the scientist, Mr. Hilber.

Do you mind taking your time for a moment and think about how devastating it must be for her? A brother! But that was not exactly the problem. It was that she had another brother—a brother that wasn't me! How miserable she must've been!

Henry Hilber was sixteen when he made Eureka upset, she left their home to wander around the town with her tear-stained face.

Twenty-seven-year-old Eureka walked around for a whole day trying to lighten the burden in her chest. She had no one to talk to. Her parents had gone out one day and never came back. She only had her little brother, but that brat hurt her feelings. What a dick!

Before sunset on that day, she had made up her mind to go back home, where her little brother anxiously waited for her arrival behind the door like the pathetic dog he was.

But that night, the sad, sad dog did not get to greet her with his tail wagging in the air and saliva splashing all over the place. He did not move an inch from where he sat waiting, and the cold moon watched him weep through the unclosed curtains of the silent living-room.

She did not come home.

She would never come home.

And whose fault was that?

Surely, we can't blame the guy who approached her in the empty streets as she was taking a shortcut to go back home. That guy's only fault was that he did not recognize her.

But she was not any different from him, and the best thing to do when a strange guy comes approaching you is to run away as fast as possible. Why? Because he will most likely try to chase you if his intention was to get you in the first place.

My poor, unfortunate Eureka did not run fast enough, or rather, she did, but slipped and smashed her head against a brick wall. She died instantly.

Now, in this fucked up situation, what could've been the best thing to do for the guy who, although indirectly, had killed her?

It was unintentional. He didn't mean to do it. All he wanted was to talk to her, to be brave for once and ask for her help because he had no one else to give him a hand, and he only had so little time left before his one hell of a butler would start suspecting him.

She was the only girl and he was desperate.

Alas, he killed her.

Someone that existed in his past.