Chapter 32: Extermination Eve

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Y/n's POV


On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright...


I went back to what I wanted to call home: a place that I once felt so alone in with all those tall walls and empty rooms. 

But now, this home felt too filled with memories of the one who betrayed me.

The one I let myself love.

The one I let that fire burn inside my heart even with the fear of it.


Then this thing turned out so evil. I don't know why I'm still surprised...


Everything reminded me of him. Of us. Of what we had that I didn't want to remember anymore. He killed me. He is the murderer that killed me so coldly, the tall man I saw that night walking to me as my eyes were going glassy of death. I couldn't bear it.

I lived this way for days. Weeks. For almost the month. I couldn't and didn't leave a single time the place I once called home here in Hell. Nothing was working to stop me from the tears rolling down my cheeks.

The same ones I tried to not spill in front of him when leaving him with the ring. Trying not to look in his bloody eyes, leaving what he bought me, and felt like it was to buy me, in the hands that were now left with blood of many. 

Including mine.

Even making crawfish etouffe, my favorite childhood food, couldn't stop them in any way, knowing my dad knew the treason all along.

Heartbreak was real. It hurts and you don't know how to repair it. Only time does. 


Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes...


But how can this be so fucked up? How can I be this fucked up that I believe one again when they all hurt me.

Mother hurted me after Vic got killed in that fire, saying it was all my fault. William never looked at me in the eyes after that night, left with that cold expression everytime he tried to look my way. Elias and Oliver told me I should had been the one left there, in that fire that night, never letting me close of them after this.

Only my oldest brother, Micheal, took care of me after the events.

He immediately started to learn how to cook, with the help of his wife Betty, when he saw how I cried when being close to fire or the oven, especially when having to cook. He told me first when they found out she was pregnant and let me help her with anything she could need. They even designate me as the baby's godmother when the baby, a girl, was finally born.

Maybe was it because he pitied me. Me who was an outcast in my family, me who now had to wear long clothes with no belts, even in the summer, to hide what was left of that accident away from everyone's eyes.

I was considered a monster to people around me. But Micheal? He never thought that. He never showed it if he did.

So when he told me I was his first born's godmother at only 16, not only was I overjoyed... 

But I also had the chance to help them choose the baby's first and middle name.

And I thought about it for a while. I wanted the perfect name to give the baby, yet that they'd love it too.

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