THE KILLER

chapter-1

Chapter-1

Jeremy

The present

"I wasn't nervous; I was rather excited. I went into my uncle's room and decided to search his desk first. There was a lipstick! What lipstick?! That surprised me, as my uncle was never interested in dating or marriage and always changed the topic whenever it came up. He thought marriage was useless and wasted time, so he buried himself in his work. But now, I think he has changed his heart and is finally dating someone. I am happy for him, and a part of me feels that he might stop hitting me with his belt now that he has a girlfriend. Nevertheless, I continued my search for the thing that mattered- the evidence. I searched for another hour but found nothing I didn't already know aboutAfter my failed attempt, I retreated to my room, but my mind was still haunted by memories that refused to let go. Eventually, I made my way downstairs to have dinner with my uncle. As usual, he was preoccupied with work and was on the phone when I arrived. However, upon seeing me, he quickly ended the call and we sat down to catch up. Our meetings were infrequent, as he was always busy with work and I with school. Though he was cordial in front of others, I knew he could be unpredictable and harsh with me. After a minute of tense silence, he spoke up. "Hello, Jeremy." His cold, indifferent voice sent shivers down my spine. "Hello, uncle. How are you?" I replied, trying to sound polite. "I'm good. How's school?" His tone softened slightly. It was hard to believe he actually cared. "It's great. And how's work?" The elderly man sat across from me, his face etched with deep lines and wrinkles. He spoke in a soft voice, his lips curling into a tight smile. "It's going pretty good," he said, his eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty.

I replied, "That's awesome," trying to sound enthusiastic and supportive.

The rest of the dinner was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the only sounds being the clanking of utensils and the occasional cough. The man seemed distant, lost in thought, and I didn't want to intrude on his personal space.

As we finished our meal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me. It was as if we were two strangers sharing a table, unable to connect on any level. The man excused himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I retreated to my room, feeling the weight of the awkward dinner still hanging in the air. I checked my phone, scrolling through messages, but couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease. Eventually, I succumbed to sleep, hoping for a better tomorrow.