Serendipity Fate {kth}

Chapter 18

Lucas shifted back into his chair, facing you. The glare you gave sending daggers into his face. He didn't seem to care about that.

"Tell me Y/N-"

"No you tell me," you cut him off straight away, not willing to hear his bull; if anything, you were going to get some answers. It wasn't everyday you got to meet the killer of your father, "why'd you do it? Why did you assassinate him?" You tried to hold your own voice, strong but not shouting.

"I wasn't told to kill him, he came to me." His face showed no emotion, as if he was answering your questions for pure courtesy. "I'm minding my own business when someone kicks my door down so what could I do?"

"You're a criminal, what did you expect?"

"He put up a good fight, but it was my home turf. I managed to steal the gun from his back pocket."

You looked away from him as tears threatened to flow from your eyes mercilessly. The tragic nature of your father's job finally got him one day. You weren't even angry anymore, just sad and emotional from the sentiments that had resurfaced from seeing his murderer up close. Yet he had the audacity to try and talk to you?

He mistook your silence for him to continue.

"Then, he was on the floor, bleeding and I was going to give the final shot when his back up unfortunately arrived-"

Final shot? Was he not dead?

"When I ran out and got somewhere safe I realised," he shuffled his chair forward, gaining your attention, "he had taken something very important from my pocket too." His eyes were dark. Lips pressed in a straight line. Hair blowing a little because of the wind.

"And you think I know?"

A cynical smile appeared on his lips, "someone had to take it from his corpse." That was too much for you, the crudeness of his words shattering your sanity as you got up and placed your foot behind one of the chair legs and pushed on it hard, kicking upwards so that it flew towards his face.

His hands moved to protect his face. The force was too much and caused him to stagger back when the chair hit, causing a ricochet affect when his chair fell back and he fell back, cursing out loud. The blood pumping in your head flushed out any other sounds. How dare he talk like that!

You ran over to him and kicked him in the gut once more as he whined and turned over on his side.

"Don't start with me-" you breathed uncontrollably.

He held his stomach. His breaths weakening. His nose bleeding. His foot moving...

Wait what-

Then you found yourself cheek planted on the floor. The dust inhaled as you sucked in a sharp breath. You could hear broken breathing by your head as a hand gripped ahold of your hair and your head pulled back a whole 180°.

"We need to stop this back and forth little girl" he spat out, any calm aura he had before completely dissipated.

"You have to give me points for effort" you groaned as he pulled you up from your hair. You were pushed back on to the chair and you noticed his small limp as he walked, blood still gushing from his nose.

"I'll let you off since I did kill your father." He knew you would try to attack him as soon as he mentioned them therefore moved out of the way just in time. Your cheeks red with fatigue from the continuous surge of emotion.

I need to control myself...

He tied your feet, no matter how much you struggled. There was no way of escaping now. No way of giving him as much pain as you could with your instantaneous attacks. That meant you'd have to listen to all his emotional prodding. That was your weakness after all.