His Spring Symphony

Chapter Thirty Eight: It's Not Your Fault

{A/N} Has come the time where I'm gonna full frontal busy. I hate it.

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HARU

    She knew her dad was in the hospital too. She knew the reason why Vladimir in the ICU was because of Wallace. She hated her dad, she hated herself more because she was trying to find him, to make sure he was okay. Hoping that at least he got hurt because she knew he was alive.

    She finally saw Wallace, sitting on a tweeted chairs, he was having a fucking coffee, and guarded by two men beside him. The closer she got to him, it was clear that he had handcuffs on and there wasn't any trace of scratch on him. Haru clenched her hands and marched towards him angrily.

    She slapped his coffee out of his hand. "You bitc-" The guards stopped him. She recognised one of them and realised that it was Laskov's men. "What did you do?" Her voice broke, yet she stood up strong facing his father. She wasn't the girl who he strangled, she was the wife of a man whose father was hurt.

    She grabbed him by his shirt and shook him. "Goddammit dad!" She yelled. "What did you fucking do?" Her dad stared at her in disbelief, she never showed her dad how aggressive she would become when she was angry. She rarely was angry. She pushed him on the chair.

    "I hope you rot in hell." She said.

  She saw a familiar figure near them. "Calm down, girl." Luca said. "He will not rot in hell because he was threatened."

   Haru scoffed at that. "He threatened of what?" She turned to Wallace who looked at his lap. She sneered. "He doesn't have anything that valuable for him to sacrifice." Certainly not a family, not a career, or his ugly personality.

   "Except his life." Luca stated. Haru pursed her lips at that. Of course. Wallace loved nobody else but himself.

    When Luca stood beside her, he gestured his men to stand farther away. He didn't hesitate to taunted Wallace. Luca stabbed his finger on her dad's forehead aggressively. "He made a deal with Ash Lockhart." Luca said, she reacted by sucking her breath sharply.

     "Hurt Hunter, money was yours, wasn't it? Instead, Vladimir took his place." She looked at both of them. "It was meant for Hunter?" She started to feel dizzy.

    "Miracle that he was excited to get home and didn't bother to see this jackass." She blushed at that. "If my cousin was there, the bullet would definitely gonna ram on his head." She definitely wanted to vomit.

    "Whatever it is," she said and glared at Wallace. "I don't want to see you again. Rot in whatever place you decided to go. Don't ever come to our home. Don't ever meet mom, Hiro or Hannah. I will not hesitate at that point." She warned him and started to walk away.

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    She went straight to the washroom to puke. Or trying to puke. It occurred to her that she had being nausea for quite a while. It was terrible because every time she was ready by the toilet bowl, it didn't come out. She knew because she fucking stressed from all of this mess, but it was a terrible time to be like this.

    As the feeling of vomiting stopped, she walked out from the washroom and took a seat near the clinic section that was nearby. There weren't many people on the series of chairs. She spaced out.

    Her last semester would start next week. She skipped a lot of swimming sessions with Shasha was on vacation. Shasha would come back on Saturday, the same day she promised Nijiiro to come for his orchestra. She would go. She promised. Samuel was not real, it was actually Ash Lockhart. A ganglord for Rogues which has been terrorizing the Laskovs. Which also had been terrorizing her. She almost got shot. She got tied up in her own house. His voice: Let's play a game, sometimes was a nightmare to her. Wallace Walt. Her own dad was the cause of Vladimir here. He was in surgery. Pynita crying her heart out. Hunter trying to calm her down. This was all her fault.