Epals

Chapter 11

Marco POV

It's not until two days after I sent the last email that my computer goes off with a reply. I had just been starting to think I had asked the wrong question and wasn't going to get a reply every again. Just thinking that had my heart constricting in sorrow. I also thought maybe something happened at work and he got injured, and that turned me into a worrying wreck. So, it wasn't a surprise that I was on the computer barely a few seconds after it dinged. However, reading what it said made me wish I hadn't asked at all.

Marco,

Sorry for the delay. I was trying to get the courage to answer and how to say what I am going to say. To be honest I was not expecting you to ask about my parents. But I guess the question was going to come up sooner or later. Probably better that it came up sooner.

Right now, my dad is serving life in prison and my mom is dead. I would just leave it at that and move on. I can't though because I want you to know the truth and the whole story and not whatever crap you may have heard from the news about it. I was 6 years old at the time, and I lived in a small house with my mom. My dad had left before I was born, and she never said much about him except that he was a wonderful man once. The night that it happened, I couldn't sleep and went to find my mom. What I didn't expect was to hear quiet fighting in the front room. Of course, I was curious and scared, and went to investigate. I remember seeing my mom who was angry and yelling harshly at a large man who was getting progressively madder.

I was confused and said "Mom?" which was a huge mistake. She instantly turned around, shocked, and told me to go hide in my room and if she doesn't come back to find me in 10 minutes to call 911. I didn't listen, unable to understand what was going on at the time. I didn't know why I should go hide, or who the angry man was or why they were fighting like they were. "Who is that, mom?" was the next thing I said, and I remember the man grinning down at me and saying, "I am your papa, little guy." I had shaken my head no, saying how my dad was a sailor, going on awesome adventures. This seemed to snap something in him, because next thing I know, my mom is screaming at me to run and the man is grabbing at her throat with his hands saying "you lied to him about me? How could you not tell him who I am!" and a bunch of other stuff I no longer remember very clearly.

He didn't release her until she weakly asked him to not hurt me, and she fell to the floor. Dead. It only took a few seconds for him to realize what he did, then he glanced at me and ran out the door without looking back. I stood there for a long while until the neighbor came to see why the door was open because fall was setting in and the air was chilly. She found me standing there staring at my mothers' body, freezing.

That's the story of my parents and where they are right now. I will understand if you don't want to talk to me again. Since I am the son of a serial killer that killed my mom. Even if he did turn himself in a few days later. I never even got to find out what they were initially fighting over.

Ace

I stared at the screen, tears falling down my face silently. I couldn't believe he had to go through something like that at such a young age. Standing up on shaky legs, I grab my phone and send a text to both Law and Perona asking to meet as soon as possible.

It doesn't even occur to me until the next day as I am trying to figure out what to say back that this occurred in Violet, the same town I am currently living in.