Trembling Memories Of The Time

Chapter 7

Yunnie's POV

After changing Bob's data, I immediately went in my bed to rest. I feel so tired yet I can't seems to sleep because of my excitement.

From now on we are legally in a relationship and we can now date publicly. Oh, well, I hope he don't find anything further than what he knows about me. A bad news might come to our relationship.

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I woke up earlier than my usual today but I don't feel tired or anything though, I slept late last night. I took a bath and changed into my school uniform and went down to the dining area.

"Good morning, dad, mom and brother." I woke up normally today that must be the reason why he is being quiet this morning.

"Good morning, baby."

"Eat your breakfast. Ryle will fetch you here." Hm? I can drive my car. Though that will be sweet but I don't really like attention from strangers.

"There's no need for that. I can just use my car, dad." It will go rusty if not used.

"No, from now on you will be going to school with him." What? Am I a kid? It's not that I don't want that idea but my car will be useless.

"By the way, dad, what's with the head of Samañegos? Suddenly deciding to let his son marry a Rodriguez?" I didn't had the time to ask him this last night because Ryle was so clingy that he won't let go of my hand. So clingy but cute.

"Sigh. You know how influential they are, right? Even though his sons are not part of the black organization he was once a boss and because of that history, his wealth and name gotten big. And that was the reason why all the woman in their family got killed."

I know, I already heard this story but I myself was once a killer. What's the point of letting his son marry a killer in her past? I'm known as a psychopath back then for killing my target mercilessly. Then a grim reaper and so on nicknames.

They like to call me in different names yet they are afraid making an eye contact with me. Whispering behind my back as if I can't hear them like a bees. They are all an idiot.

Sometimes I want to slaughter all of them but I'm holding back.

Though, it worsened when my thirst for blood increased. I even almost killed my mother back then. I'm supposed to feel frustrations and devastating feeling but it was like normal for me.

"The reason is?" He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes.

"He's gambling on you to make his son safe. He knows you can protect him." That's my point. I'm a killer, of course I can protect his son but who knows when and where my thirst for blood will come out?

I don't even know how to control it. Even my twin sister who's a perfect example of psychopath can't handle my obsession with blood.

I heard she's in some kind of organization these days fulfilling her desire for eyes. Obsession is really running in our family.

Queenie Rodriguez but she never used our family name whenever she's doing some crazy shit.

She became like that because she was once tortured by someone everyday for a week and she developed a trauma that turn into a personality. She's much more of a psychopath than me. I'm not really a psychopath but something else. Some people was just mistaking it.

She's obsess with people's expressions and despair, she even has a collection of eyes but I only have an obsession in blood and I don't collect anything. That disgusting.

"Was he not afraid? I might did it again, you know." They all sighed after hearing what I've said. I know, I know what they are thinking.

"Not, if nothing will trigger it." Trigger, huh? The memory of that time came back to me like a freaking movie in a theatre that made me tremble.

I heard her screaming for help that she kept wriggling but she can't escape with my grasp while I'm on top of her stabbing her constantly.

On her arms both right and left, on her chest and stomach. I slashed her flesh and kept wanting to drain her blood from her body.

I broke her legs first so that she can't run away from me. Help, help me. Somebody help me. I don't want to die yet. Spare my life. I'm regretting what I did! She kept screaming that to me but slowly her voice was fading until I can't hear anymore of it. And that's what I called pleasure.

No one came that time and even though, she's already dead, in my eyes, she's still begging for anyone and my vision was blurry but I can still clearly see her blood splattering everywhere whenever I'm stabbing her face.

Until I felt that my body fell on the ground only to find out that someone hit me on my back. I didn't felt the pain but only the pleasure like an addict.

When I came back to my senses, I was lying on my bed but both of my hands and feet are tied up. I can understand that much.

I saw my mom and dad standing beside me but my brother was glaring at me like he want to kill me that time. I know that he's trying to hold himself back not to kill his sister with his two hands.

I told them to lock me up in a cell where I can't see anyone nor a light for three months and that after those months I'll make sure that I'm leaving the cell perfectly sane.

Yeah, I did left the cell perfectly sane as promised but they did not let me touched anything sharp again after that, they even hid my dagger and dad cut me off of the organization. Then later on I found out that the woman I killed was my brother's girlfriend.

It's her fault for provoking me and I didn't know that they had a relationship. She told me to back off and leave the organization because I was being a hindrance. She attacked me first. It was a self defense but I know I over did it.

That my inner demon got awaken for her blood obsession. It's not like I want to kill anyone just because they had provoked me, I cannot control even if I don't want to kill them.

Until today, I never touched anything I can use to kill someone except for the pen I used with that taxi driver.

They are lucky enough not to trigger my demon.

"I got it, but, dad, make sure that he will not learn about my past." I sigh again. I'll do everything but telling him that disgusting past will never be in the option.

"Of course, I already told that to Hector." Hector is Ryle's father.

"Okay, then I'll get going now. Looks like he's already here." I kissed their cheeks before leaving the dining area.

There, I saw his car parked in front of our house. I walked towards him when he's about to enter the gate.

"Good morning." He kissed my cheek. Ah, today, too he looks cute.

"Good morning, too." He opened the door for me and I hopped in then he closed the door.

He really smells so good. My kind of man.