WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Forty One | He Knew

QOTD: SOMEONE ELSE IS DEAD, WHO DO YOU THINK THAT IS? 

Samuel's POV

20 Days Until Victoria's Death...

The pain of losing her was unbearable. I could feel my skin die slowly, as if that part of me was lost. I could feel my cells reinforcing, my blood moving smoothly again. I could feel the air as it traced my lungs every time I took a deep breath, the breeze washing over me when I went outside — or at least that's what I had to show people so I don't go to jail.

Everyone thought I killed my beloved, everyone said, "If what you're is true, then you must be who killed her." And I couldn't argue back, it killed me. I knew how it looked, I knew when an ex-con goes to the police and mumbles on about a missing girl being shoved off the mountain by a dark figure, he just looks guilty of a crime, and sadly, they would rather take him in for questioning and possibly send him to trial just so they wouldn't have to go through with looking for a missing person because they're lazy asses wouldn't bother. I despised the system that is supposed to protect us more everyday I went out to police stations. I even tried looking for Christina for a while to see if she could possibly be of some help, but I couldn't find her either. I hated how they laughed at me every time I told my story. I hated how they would go on to bring their partners and ask me to say it all over again just so they could have a laugh altogether as I cry. I hated Rivervine.

It was even harder doing this because Damian went missing too. After the event when Isabella was nowhere to be found I called the cops and told them everything. The only time they ever believed me was the day she vanished because I was the last person to be seen with her supposedly, but as the days passed and the rumors about the girl who had it all and ran away looked better in the press, my story was thrown in the dumpster. On the 4th day rumors about Damian and her sleeping together got leaked anonymously, or should I say by Victoria, blew the media apart. And that was when Damian went missing too. Police showed up at the apartment everyday looking for him, and eventually they started questioning me too. Mr. Loveborn was kind enough to let me stay in Damian's room until it all blew over, but I knew the only reason he's being so kind is because I saw him sleeping with another woman on the couch when I came back home after Isabella's death.

I promised myself to look till it works, and it killed me that after I got threatened to be put on trial shut me up, I left the police station crying and went to the bench where Isabella and I sat when Damian had some business to attend to, now that she's gone I laughed about how we never asked him what business it was that he had to attend to, we just enjoyed each other's company, so much so that we even came to the bench when he didn't have anything in that area.

After an hour I went to the mountain, I went to the edge and looked down to where Isabella's body got washed away. I thought about jumping for a second, but I felt her aura pull me back off the edge. I could feel her warmth close around me, making me feel safe and peaceful, and that was when a sudden urge to cry washed over me. I felt an eye lingering at me, someone was watching, and I felt uncomfortable. That's when the thought came to me, and I knew who would believe me, but most importantly.

I knew who the dark figure was.

I turned around and made my way down the mountain. I walked down every street, every familiar corner. The smell pierced through me as the memories came back, and before I knew it — I was at her door.