My Beginning & The End: Where The Road Led [REWRITTEN]

The monsters

14.

Angels are forever.
The devils only last an eternity.
You can't be both, yet you can't be none,
neither can you decide.
I'll tell you what you are even if all I say is lies.

"Damien?" I whispered, hoping he was there. I waited out in the cold shivering. I was afraid someone would see me and recognize me. Father can not know I left the house alone. I couldn't wait for much longer. I had to go back. He wasn't coming... and he never came. My last hope had been dwindling only for him not to show up crushing it into a million tiny pieces. I had to go back and stop trying to change my predetermined life. I don't have a choice. The only thing I get to pick is the few colored jewels I sometimes have to wear.

I walked back home, but the closer I got to the house, the worse I felt. I had a bad feeling I couldn't shake. I suspected that father knew I had left and was going to freak out on me. I knew I was heading to trouble, but there was nowhere else for me to go.

I climbed back up my window and snuck back into my room and brushed off the dirt, and hid my shoes under the bed. I tucked myself back into bed and pulled the cover over me as I heard him walking down the hallway. He walked past my door and went downstairs. I thought it was strange that he would be up at such unusual hours. He was usually fast asleep when I would sneak out. I always made sure of it. I still had a bad feeling, and I was feeling sick like I had to vomit. I couldn't understand it. I had to check downstairs and see what was going on with him. I wasn't sure what to expect other than getting yelled at to get back in bed. At least I'd feel at ease that there was nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

I slowly opened my door, trying not to make any noise. I noticed dirty shoeprints coming from the servants' door down the hallway and down the stairs. I walked cautiously to the top of the stairs and looked down. I could see there was a candle lit in the living room. My heart started to pick up its pace as I took careful steps down to the living room. I saw as my father lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood. I stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, staring at his lifeless body. I couldn't breathe. I was choking on nothing.

I had to take a closer look. I got to the doorway, and I saw his soulless eyes staring up into the abyss. I felt sick, I really needed to vomit this time.
I heard someone walking closer to the living room. I stood my ground even if I expected myself to end up on the floor next to my father if they discovered I had found him.

"I had to do it, Evelyn. It was the only way." I heard him say. I went numb for a second. The terror was too great to process.

I turned around to face the monster who had killed him in cold blood. His hands were red, and his clothes were dirty and stained in my father's blood.
I stepped away from him and turned around, and ran to the front door. He ran after me and held the front door closed as I fought to open it. I started crying a river just as I gave up. He pulled me into his arms. He wrapped his blood-stained hands around me, expecting me to be comforted. I cried in utter terror for the worst to come now. Unexpectedly, I found myself embracing him back. What's wrong with me?...

"Let's get out of here, just me and you now," -"forever." Damien whispered in my ear as he let me go and looked deep into my soul.

He wiped away my tears, smudging blood on my cheek. I went upstairs and grabbed the things I found that would be necessary for our travel. I grabbed only my father's watch. Then we left it all behind. He lit a match, and I threw it to the house that swallowed it whole. I stood watching the flame spread in the living room. I could see my father's reflection standing in the window. His eyes landed on mine. I could feel his disappointment burning through me. I can never truly escape him even when he was gone.

Damien grabbed my hand and told me we had to run before people would see us. We ran down the street and headed towards the forest on the outskirts of town. We had made it to the woods when I finally looked back, and I saw the black smoke coming emerging up I to the sky in the distance. I turned back and thought for just a moment if I had made a mistake.

I felt regret and sorrow for what he had done. I let him do it, I thought to myself. It was my fault. He took my hand and told me we had to keep going. We could only travel in the dark so no one would recognize us for the time being. He still wore the blood soaked clothes. His hands were still stained crimson. I, too, was now red. The blood had transferred to my dress and soul. I felt tears form in my eyes, but I kept quiet so he wouldn't know. I still felt sick, like the worst was yet to come.