HIM

CHAPTER 25

I am sure he wasn't lying to me because I can see it in his eyes. I just stayed there like a dumb and don't know what to say or do.
"I am sorry. Didn't know it."
"No, don't apologise, it has been ten years."
"Can I see her photo?"
"Of course. here you are." He handed me his phone. It was a photo of her with him sitting on a couch. She was very beautiful, she had light brown perfectly tanned skin, brown eyes, dark brown hair, she was gorgeous.
"She is very beautiful."
"Yeah, she WAS."
But, one second.. "I have seen her a couple of days ago when I was passing by your house, she was watering the flowers pots in your front garden."
"No, that's not her."
"That who?"
"That's my aunt, Emily."
"She resembles her very much."
"Yeah, she is her twin, my mun was bigger than her by 3 minutes."
"You are lucky."
"No of course I am not."
"No you are."
"How the fuck I am lucky when I my mum died in front of my eyes when I was just eight? How?" He was shouting angrily.
"I was just saying that you are luvky that you live with your aunt which is just like your mother, as id she is your mother, that was my point" I sympathized with him. I was very sorry for him.
"No, I hate her for that."
"Why? She seems beautiful."
"Everytime I look at her, I remember mum and the way she dies infront of me. I can't believe it till this second that more than once I called her mum. It is very hard when you call her mum but she doesn't answer you. It's so fucking hard." He shouted the last sentence.

I went to sit beaide him on the bed then I hugged him. "I am sorry." That was all I said
"Everyone is sorry for me. I hate that too. I hate it when people just say that is the boy whise mother died infront of his fucking eyes when he was a kid and they just sympathize with me, I don't like people seeing me weak, I hate crying, I hate seeing me weak, I am not, I thought I can handle anything by myself, I am such a loser."
"It's not wrong to cry, everyone has to cry, if you don't cry, you'll explode and you are the strongest person I have ever seen, no one can say that you are weak, living with that memory goe 10 years and you could handle it when you were young and handling it till that moment, you are very strong at least to me."
He hugged me tighter and buried his head in my neck. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes.
"So, since when have you been writing songs."
"Since I was young. I started writing before mum has died by several months."
"Oh. But your dad was wrong about you not singing."
"Don't say dad."
"Okay sorry."
"Don't say anything about him okay?"
"Okay, but won't you tell me who hurt you like that?"
"No I really don't want to."
"Please. I just want to know. We can find him and you have to tell the police so he won't harrass you again."
"I can't, he has just got out of jail."
"Who is that person, he must be a serial killer." I was just kidding
"Yeah he is." But he wasn't
"Who is that person Harry? I am getting worried."
"My dad."