Chapter 4

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(Isabella Coleman)

Omg, I'm such an idiot, of course he would find out, it's 'Xavier De Santis' after all. As I was sitting in the Plane I was reminiscing all our happy moments, but it was all destroyed the day I found out his true self, the one that craved power and respect, the way he had murdered that poor person, hurt, sadness or even guilt never passed his face, he completely loved what he had done, he thrived on people's pain and sadness. I couldn't stay with him, my son couldn't turn out to be like him, a cold heartless killer. Why does the one's you love the most hurt you, I remembered when I was a kid what my mother did to my father, and saw what happened to him. I can still remember seeing him sitting on the cold floor outside drinking bottles after bottles of alcohol, how I tried to stop him, how he would just shout at me to leave him alone, he would constantly do this on a regular basis, but he was still my father, I believed he wasn't truely lost, we just had to find him again. My father never ever raised his hands on me, he would only shout, but it wasn't directed at me but only at that 'lady'.

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