IT'S CONFUSING!

chapter 18

Viktor 's pov :

I kept standing there when Ria walked out into the parking lot.
It was just as heart breaking as it was when she told me that her heart belonged to someone else.

"That lucky bastard !"
"He better not hurt her because If he did ,I will hunt him down and kill him"

"Slowly. "

"Painfully ."

I shook my head to keep my calm and to not bring back the memories from my past which I am trying to forget so damn badly. I shudder a little when my memories wander back to the days where I murdered people just because it felt good. I was ruthless back then .

A heartless monster.

I was one of those good naive guys who had a beautiful family. We kept moving from town to town because my dad was a manager in one of the city's most reputed financial firms.

They say that people who are good tend to get hurt more often than the ones who are bad and notorious.
I thought those were nothing but a bunch of meaningless words.
Until.
Until it happened me.
And when it did ,
It struck me hard!

My dad was left murdered in the street for two days. Nobody even bothered to call an ambulance. They just felt him laying dead on the floor. It took an entire search party to find his location and bring him back home to us. I saw my mother's heart crumble to dust when she saw my father laying cold and dead in the casket. It was like her soul was being sucked away from her . I saw my little sister Lilian who was just 7 years old back then run to our farther and hug him tightly with so much hope in her big blue eyes . We had lost everything.

Happiness.
Smile.
Joy.
Everything.

The police said that even though they searched across the city that they couldn't find the reason or the one behind my dad's murder and me being the naive one trusted every single thing that they said.

I was only 13 years old when my dad was taken away from us. I didn't know what to do . I didn't know how to console my mom. She kept crying silently everyday but she would always try to act strong whenever she was around us. I was blessed to have a mother like her. A strong woman. She took care of me and my baby sister.
She did double shifts , even worked 2 jobs just to give us good education .

One day when I was walking to my school i ran into one of my dad's colleague . He was genuinely sweet , he took me to a nearby coffee shop and we ended up talking for hours. The thing that I liked the most about him was the fact that he didn't keep saying that he was sorry for my loss . I hated it when peole reminded me that i have lost someone that i loved. He didn't even once bring up my father.
All the conversations we had were random, from which grade was my sister studying to what was my favorite football team. For the first time in 2 years I felt myself smiling a little but that smile didn't last long.
When we were about to leave he turned around and looked me straight in the eye before saying ,

"I know that you don't like it when I talk about your dad , he was a good man and he did not deserve to be murdered for being honest . I'm sorry that I couldn't help him out even though I was with him . I truly am son"