Love till Death

Chapter 18: Hunted

Her eyes swelled with tears just standing there, her eyes had already been puffy from the days before and in that time she refused to 'prepare' or whatever that was with her biological father. All because... Someone had killed the man who raised her, Ron.

He was a kind gentile man with a heart of gold who just said the wrong things at the wrong times, and now the only children and love he knew stood at his funeral. Even Lucas went silent as he scanned the crowd of family members, he knew his death had something to do with Mira... But he couldn't figure it out.

"Ron Wright w-was a good man... We met in a coffee shop, he... Heh... The first thing he said t-to me was... 'H-hey drink, can I buy you a sugar.' And it was h-history after that... I loved him, with all my heart, and I-I wish to see whoever took my h-husband to heaven... Goes to hell." Her mother forced out standing beside the closed casket, she felt horrid... Because as the children didn't know, they day before his death she dropped divorce papers on him.

She wanted to leave Ron and have a real relationship with Jean, a man she once despised for having her bring a bastard child into her already barely stable marriage. Stepping down, she glanced over at her son Mark, who was just plainly a mess while his girlfriend rubbed his back... It was a bad day for them all.

Mira wiped under her eyes once again as she looked at the casket, it was closed, because someone found an ice pick shoved through his face... It didn't even snow where they lived, so that confused her the most. Her eyes moved from the casket and looked over to the sobbing family members, or could she even call them that, everything inside her was conflicting again, she couldn't handle it.

Turning around she began to walk away from the funeral, Lucas would have stopped her but even he wasn't in the mood, he just took a deep breath and continued watching the crying people.

She continued walking, mumbling to herself about how it was her fault, her fault that he died. Even though she knew he wasn't her father, he was her fucking dad, the one who taught her how to walk and dress appropriately, clapped the loudest at her kindergarten graduation and hugged her so tight she couldn't breath at her grade 8 graduation. He was there for her whole life and now he was gone, didn't even get to meet his grandchildren or see his daughter graduate high school... But he wouldn't anyways if he was still alive, because Mira had officially stopped going to school. Walking through the rows of head stones she stopped at a tree and sat down. Crying into her hands and fighting back the urge to scream.

She knew crying wouldn't bring him back, but it would make him regret dying up wherever he was. Regret leaving the house to work a late shift at work and then getting a fucking Ice pick through the head. Mira felt a hand on her shoulder, instantly believing it was Lucas. "Please... Just leave me alone for once."

"Oh really? Because what I see is a crying stranger who's friend or family died." The name said before sitting down next to her, his hair was a short, neatly cut blonde and his eyes resembled the faint blue given off from behind a thin cloud. He gave off an ever so slight smell of vodka but his handsome face made up for it. His shirt was loose on him and it's colour was black, his jeans ripped. "I'm Boris, and do you need something to wipe your nose off with?" He chuckled as her eyes widened and she quickly wiped off the trail of snot from under her nose. His voice... Had a tinge of a Russian accent, which she found extremely hot.

"H-hi... Boris, I'm Mira... And my um... My dad passed away..." She sighed looking down as he patted her shoulder and she looked back up at him, his face was that of loss too, sadness. "Who d-did you loose?"

"A friend of mine... He taught me actually, closer to when he passed we began hating each other... Silly I say now, because when he died, I was dead to him." He said as she patted his shoulder back, and he faintly smiled at her, she returned it. "Now, I um... This isn't very ya know, normal, but... Maybe you wanna see each other again?" He asked as she laughed faintly and nodded. She just wanted an escape from Lucas and maybe this guy... Maybe would drive off Lucas.

In the distance glaring back was him, well the one just mentioned, demon boy. Starred back with fire and hate in his eyes, as everyone cried he wanted to rip someone's head off, especially the one he knew did this, the one he knew would ruin everything, ruin his plan.

"Russian fuckboi..."