Crimson Daylight

Chapter 26

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.

~ Marcus Aurelius
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Zerah's Point of View

A lonely night were my sadness lies, the moon was at it's highest while here I am weeping into something. My tears were like rivers it cannot be stop not unless I wanted it to.

I heave a heavy and long sigh and continued packing my things, Leaving is my only choice, living in here would make my life hell, if I stayed I would lose the only thing my mother taught me, ' she once said a women should be strong and should possess a wise brain, but staying here is not the wisest thing to do, those two harlot seems to loved pissing the whole of me and there really getting in my nerves, I do not know how long can I endure this madness but I think my patience on not strangling them is too thin, sure one of this days my hand would itch scratching their faces and I'm not stopping myself until they bled to death.

All the credits he gave me were at my bed lying and unused, the things once I valued were now nothing as I chose to turned my back and leave all the pieces that made me whole once, my father was the greatest thing I had, a companion, a special acquaintance, my partner in all crimes and a friend, he was the epitome of perfection, a perfect model for a father but that was before, when my mother was still in here, with us.

He was the most loving husband and father to both his princess and queen, I smiled while remembering all the happy memories, I tried for almost a decade, bringing him back was the hardest thing I ever did, I already used all my cards but I always end up dead in my tracks and feeling disappointed, disappointed for myself for not trying hard and sad for my father for being so shallow.

There were questions lurking deep inside my mind, a voice inquiring me for all the hardship I sacrifice for a person, why did I bother changing him back? Why did I wasted so much time for a person who keeps on abusing me? A phrase would always appear in my mind, those words were Permanent in my head, when I felt like I wanted to give up, those were the words that would always remind me of who he was "He is my Father" and he will always be but not now, this is too much for me to handle, the emotions and all, my heart can't take all of this, I'm afraid it'll burst when it consumes much, this is the last straw, my last straw of patience, figuratively speaking my ropes of patience were now cut and this is my cue to end my battle, I'm not giving up, I'm just going to take my rest.

After I packed all my belongings excluding the things he bought for me.

I trudge to the doors but not before I take my last glance to my childhood room, I will miss this room, the quarters of this square room reminds a lot of my mother, this room witness my battles and all my shredded tears, the memorable laughs we shred together along with my mother as a family, the giggles and genuine smile my father once wore, my mothers eyes full of love staring at my father and me oh how I miss those times, I'll give everything just to bring those days back.

Before I made my way outside, my gaze linger to a painting above my bed, A small smile graze my lips as I stared at my piece, it was a painting of my mother, even though it came from my imagination it felt so real she was wearing a white silky night gown but not literally made for sleeping, it was a dress personally sketched by me and is now one of the expensive gown in Europe, A turtle neck Victorian with ruffles at the end of its bell shaped sleeves, a beautiful smile was plastered permanently in her lips, like her lips her eyes were smiling, sparkling if I may add, she was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on probably why my father is so in love, the most strong evidence is me, not boasting but I was just telling a mere fact, her hair was the color of the setting sun Auburn like mine, it was adorned by glamorous pearls, a flower was resting on her left ear, she was once a living goddess but now she's dead because of them, I'm going get my revenge and heads would surely roll.