Falling bullets✔

CHAP 57-" Not a mistake"

Dear wife,

I think of you every day. Do you think of me too? How is our son doing, honey? The little bastard must be in his senior year by now. How fast he grew up. I still didn't understand why you called the metal asylum on me. I was perfectly fine. You said I am a danger to our son. I don't see what you mean, I love him. Why would you treat your husband this way? To be honest I was disappointed in you. But now I get it. Maybe I was a little crazy. But that doesn't mean you get to fake my death. A little cruel don't you think.

I've sent you so many letters over the year, why haven't you responded even once? Are you afraid of me since I escaped that dreadful place? Don't be honey, I love you. I am still crazily in love with you. You wanted Jungkook, and I gave you a son. But then you started loving him more than me. That's okay, because I love him too. He is our son.

April 6, 2016

Dear wife,

Don't be afraid. As long as you are receiving letters from me, you have nothing to fear. I love you.

July 12, 2016

Dear wife,

I heard you were getting close to another man, is that true? I would be an idiot if I didn't catch upon the reason. You are such a smart mom. To protect our son from me, you started dating a police officer. I really don't see why I'm a threat to our son. Have I ever made you feel threatened?

December 7, 2016.

Dear wife,

Congratulations on your marriage.

February 18, 2017

Jungkook's eyes peered through random letters in the order it was arranged. Horror wrinkled up his features, making him frown every then and there, every word after another, letter after letter. And yet, he couldn't help but gasp in terror.

When he repeated the same letter again from the bunch, he realized that was the last one. What clicked him was that one letter saying that as long as his mother kept receiving those letters, she has nothing to fear. And when he checked the last date that the final letter was given, it matched the very before day of his mother's death.

J  U  N  G  K  O  O  K

My fingers felt numb against the loose sheet of papers within the grasp of my palms. A perturbing feeling was attacking my lungs. I kept yearning for oxygen while clinging on to my heavy breathing chest.

In complete disbelief my eyes darted towards Taehyung and he shifted his gaze as quick as I caught his attention. How was it possible for a dead man to write letters to my mom? What was the truth. At this point, all I could trust upon is my own judgement, my eyes needed proof.

Without hesitation my hands found its way to the door handle. With tears blinding me slightly, I flung open the door. I would be lying if I said there wasn't fear in me.

I was frightened out of my wits.

With the smooth swing of the door that was accompanied by a creak sound, my jaws dropped at the sight of the tall man who was keenly observing the paintings the younger me had drawn. The paintings of the birds.

It was just around the corner of winter and yet I am sweating like crazy. I locked gaze with this man and my trembling weak legs automatically paced forward.

"You had drawn them better than me I should say" he spoke with a senile smile.

I remember his piercing eyes, his devious expressions, his wicked smile.

"Dad" the one sacred word I'd thought I would never call intentionally had easily slipped out of my mouth. Just by the look on my face he could understand how puzzled I am. And so, he chuckled before saying. "You don't seem that excited to see me?"

"You're alive? But-but-I thought you were....."

"Dead?" He asked.

"Sweetheart I was always alive. Your mother fooled you into believing my death. She had sent me to a mental asylum for years" he explained coming closer, but with every step he took ahead, a step back I went.

"She called me crazy. She said my obsession to you was wrong. I tried to help you, to insight you with every knowledge I had but she" he said, matching gaze with the floor. "She hated the way I taught you to be me. I was a monster in her eyes. But in your eyes, I wanted to be a hero, a loved father but she ruined it for us"

"What did you do! Why did she do that to you then?" I was angry. My stare was piercing into his slick movements, making sure he doesn't escape my view.

"She hated my love for birds. I find them intriguing. Don't you think so too, son? Back then you sure did. I would explain to you everything about them and every time I do, you would want to know more and more. Like that maybe my obsession for birds had turned my attention to you, giving you all my time. Maybe like that" he continued.

"You turned into my new obsession"

My dad talked like a crazy psychopath giggling after every few words. Nothing was clear to me. Birds? I have no memory of him teaching me of any such sorts. Was he imagining things?

"I see those drugs did erase those wonderful memories of yours" he hissed.

"Your mother was never found of you keeping any memories of us. That dick head police officer had kept providing you with them so you wouldn't, and I quote 'suffer' with such painful memories according to your mother"

"Joon was drugging me? It was not because he thought I was crazy with split personality but because I shouldn't remember my memories connected with you?"

"She thought that was best for you. I would always get my information from Steve about what happens around you, and your mother would ask that bloody ass to be strict on you. In that way you wouldn't wander around doing the same mistakes as before"

"What are you saying!! What mistakes"

The man now had a smirk run up his face. He immediately replaced that with a grin which made me question his personality. Not to mention how insanely cunning he looked while changing his facial features.

"Should I remind you then, son"

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A/N- the chapter went too long. So I will cut it into half and publish the next chapter in two days :)

You after reading the previous chapter : wtf mind blown.

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