Beelzebub

Chapter 2

The lane of memories came in sudden holt as the car stopped. My eyes lastly darted to Martin who was on phone, talking to someone. I didn't bother much and stepped out of the car without acknowledging them.

I wanted to get out of that mess I had made as soon as possible.

Like my sins were burning my skin and I couldn't help but feel sting of pain through it.

I went to my room, opening my buttons of shirt and unclasping my belt, the pant fell on the floor as I made my way direct in shower.

I turned the temperature down as much as possible, there was no way I could maintain the gutwrenching feeling inside me.

The cold water penetrated my skin and was making it numb, what exactly I expected it to do.

I closed my eyes tightly as a long breath exhales from my mouth. Clenching my hand on the glass wall, shaking breathes were making there way from my mouth and before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt warmness on my cheeks. The warm tear on my cold skin was like a reminder what I had done.

To a beautiful soul.

With my fucking bare hand.

The innocent face of that little girl came crushing down on my conscious mind as the rage within me against my own existence was increasing.

I was exactly like them.

Like those soul eater.

Taking the lives that didn't even belong to me in first place.

I never knew how much time I had spent in the shower but when I stepped out of it my skin was numb, my head was beating erratically.

And my heart?

It had stopped breathing then and there when I pulled the trigger, never ever thinking about the consequences.

Taking a beautiful soul.

I put on my sweatpants and sweatshirt and hide my head in the adjacent cap.

I didn't know from whom I was hiding but I did hide.

I came on my door step ready to do some left over work, I opened the door when I met someone.

I could say I was expecting the man standing in front of my door way with an expression I never imagined to see.

Shame.

That was all over on the face of that person with head hung low and hands clenched at this both site.

'can I come in? ' my father asked me without even looking at me directly in my eyes.

I never said anything but stepped away giving him some space.

'are you going somewhere?' he asked, finally looking in my eyes. I could sense he was seeking something there, may be respect.

But I didn't have that for him.

Not anymore.

Not for anyone.

All I showed him the rage, guilts, redemptions. That one night had changed every bit of relationship between us.

I didn't considered him as my father.

'I know what happened with yo----'

' Don't '

I mumbled but made sure he could hear it clearly.

' Don't ever fucking mention it to me ever again.' I gritting my teeth and said every word with anger.