The Stars

The Breakdown

This chapter is like a mini-chapter. Decided to write this before the events of the next one ;)

He was quietly sitting on the edge of his bed. Was he angry or sad? No, he wasn't. He wasn't disappointed either. He was more... thoughtful.

She carefully came closer to him. He started talking:

"Fatma, I know you're a good wife. But I just can't do this. I thought I could suppress my urges. I thought they wouldn't affect me. But I can't hold them much longer. Fatma, I'm... I just need a little bit more time. "

Fatma quietly shaked her head. "Go, " she whispered. "If you don't go now, I might hold you. Please, just go. "

But it wouldn't end there. They got into a argument. "I'm not saying I want a divorce, I just need time! " he screamed to Fatma. The argument got heated. He didn't know how,but a few seconds later, Fatma was on the floor, choked to death. He ran away.

"Mum... Mummy" The sound of a toddler came from a bedroom tomorrow morning. "Mum? Dad? " The toddler was about to cry.

He saw Fatma's body. "Mum, wake up!" he desperately cried. But she didn't. "Mum, Zeynep is crying. Mum!"

Omar's calls were left unanswered.

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"Stephanie" the small child said. "You can call me mum. " she answered. "Zeynep is hungry. " They stopped so that Stephanie could breastfeed Zeynep.

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"You're not my fucking dad! " the sound of a a teenager echoed through the room. They were answered with the sounds of a belt.

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"Sir, your immigration request has been accepted. Welcome to Canada"

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"Sir, what do you want your new name to be? " the worker asked.

"Andrew Harter. "

"Thanks for coming to the Deparment of Population, Andrew Harter. "

Think of this as a little chapter to slow down the events. I can't promise, but the next chapter will probably be out soon. Until then, I'm waiting for your theories on who the murderer is :) Stay tuned.