Diamonds For Dinner.

Chapter 24

A/N: This chapter is going to be in Daniel's POV. I really am not a professional writer because I don't think they inculde POVs but I couldn't think of another way to give the story the direction I wanted to since the start. So here we are, and here you go.
 

Daniel's POV

I woke up in utter delight thinking about Lana walking down the aisle.
I couldn't bring myself to it. She looked so beautiful even when she would be wearing just a simple shirt. I can't think about how beautiful she would look in a wedding dress.
Our wedding dress.
Today was the 15 death anniversary of my parents. I was reminded of it by the fact, my calendar was marked and so was my memory.
On every death anniversary of my parents I would take out the little things I had of them with me. My mom's scraf, my dad's raybans and all the other little things. As I was going through a box of things I had of them with me, I came across an article written in 1990 about my parents.

   Couple found dead, police officer blamed for deaths.
London: 12 January, Officer Robert was held in change of investigation for a suspect who had done several robberies and killed innocent people who came in his way of stealing. The officer had searched for every evidence he could possibly find for the robberies, all evidence led to a married couple settled in Central London. The officer was held in charge for shooting both the husband and wife for blames of murder and stealing. However, the case was further investigated and the officer was proved innocent as he was doing his duty. Despite shooting wrong suspects, there was no action taken against the officer. Police says the real criminal had fled to another country by leaving all evidence leading to an innocent couple. The airports were checked and several flights are blocked from leaving the country until all passengers are throughly checked. The married couple has left behind a young son, Daniel Cane, who will be taken under the care of his maternal aunt. The officer held account for his incident, is also a father of one. The officer has one daughter, Landla Ellen, who he says is his only child. Mr. Robert has publicly apologized for his incident. Police assured the people such an incident would never take place again.

"Landla Ellen...your father killed my parents...." I muttered under my breath. I scanned the pictures posted along the article and my heart pounced when I came across such a familiar face.
I couldn't believe it. The woman I was going to marry was the same woman who was the daughter of the murderer of my parents.
Fuck.
Then I remembered the promise.
I made a promise to myself when I was fifteen. I couldn't break the promise. My tears started falling. The pain was too intense to bear.
"Don't please don't. Be my greatest nightmare but don't be my reality" I said as I blinked my eyes to hold back my tears but it was too late and my tears were already rolling down my cheeks.
This was my reality.
I couldn't escape it. How could I marry the daughter of the murderer of my parents.
This family stole my everything.
The reason my childhood was the one I had. The reason no one would read me bed time stories and the reason I cried myself to sleep every night.
Sometimes when I couldn't sleep well. I climb up on the roof of my aunt's little house and I would star gaze and whisper
"Mum and dad..I miss you"
"I miss you"
"I miss you"
"I miss you"
And I would keep repeating the same words over and over again looking at the stars with tears rolling down my cheeks. When I sat alone on the roof of that house at night, I never wiped off my tears because I knew no one was watching me. My only hope was that they would hear me and answer me and maybe if they can, come back to me.
The years passed and there wasn't a day I would not remember their absence in my life. When I would see children at school talk about how their parents bought them this and bought them that. I would secretly wish my parents would be here too.
To love me.
To buy me whatever I wanted.
To kiss me goodnight.
To hold me when I fall down
To make me smile when I frown
To drop me to school everyday
To read me bedtime stories
To make me my breakfast
To take to to parks and places
To be with me.
But my wishes were of no use, my parents were gone and I had to face it.
The reality would knock at my door everyday when I would wake up to go to school. Although aunt wasn't a bad woman. She gave me everything she possibly could but I knew deep down, and I think she knew it too that she could never give me what my parents could.
Although she might have tired to be just like my parents but her place was different.
She would always be my aunt
Never at the place where my parents were to me.
When I thought about my wedding, I thought about how my parents wouldn't be able to see me get married. I knew they would've liked Lana, just like I did and they would've been so happy for me and treated her like their own daughter but knowing her father was the one who killed them.
My tears wouldn't stop.
Even in high school, I would think about how life could've been if my parents were alive and with me. It would've been so different and it was never about the money or things they would've bought me.
Rather it was about the love they could've given me which would've changed me as the person I was.
How different of a person I could've ended up as, if only they were here with me.