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so i had planned a double update. but my wifi died yesterday and unfortunately there was some issue with the next part being saved. and like the dumbass i am, i forgot to keep another copy of it. anyway i'll try to update soon ;)

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The deception.

"Caught in a lie
Find me when I was pure
I can’t be free from this lie
Give me back my smile
Caught in a lie
Pull me from this hell
I can’t be free from this pain
Save me, I am being punished."

Another week passed by. And many things happened. Maybe I could say things were better. Hogue was caught in the attempt of running off. His house was raided by the central bureau and tons of drugs, illegal money was found stuffed inside his house. Oh how people threw sticks and stones was commendable. The previous white vivaciously majestic mansion was converted into a stained dilapidated house with broken windows and doors.

Police had arrested him and his entire trial was shown on the television. Within a span of five minutes, proofs were presented and he had nothing to oppose with. He was destroyed, left with nothing. Fucking nothing. Like his own worth.

He couldn't show his face. He didn't have the balls to stand his ground. And as sadistic as it sounded, I enjoyed that. I laughed seeing his pitiful state. I celebrated it with a tub of ice cream.

But as it is known anything good doesn't last long.

Michael was shot. And Michelle was electrocuted. Not dead, but critical enough to say that Michael couldn't use his right hand ever again nor could Michael ever be back to a normal human. She would get random epileptic attacks and throw a major tantrum until she was injected. She had turned crazy and Michael had become handicapped. I couldn't do much other than giving them my good wishes and compensation. The Merkels didn't blame me, instead they kept quiet. Michael had lowly muttered that this was their fate anyway. They had had to face it sometime.

They bid adieu, and went into isolation into an unknown place. All this happened three days after the Hogue's revelation. And maybe that was to be a signal that Alexander wouldn't stay quiet. And I should have thought it out well.

My heels clinked against the wooden floor as I speedwalked through the dimly lit corridors. Tears fell down my eyes and my lips quivered as I try to keep my sobs to myself. Everything hurt. Nothing seemed as it was before. Nothing was the same as before. A fucking piece of paper fucking destroyed everything. Everything was a lie. Just a fucking lie. Right from the moment I was born. It was all a lie.

Fucking liars.

They all knew. Everyone knew. I was the one in the illusion. I remained to be the one under the presumptuous shadow that they had casted on me. Everything in my life was a sham. A deception.

Everything made sense now.

Every fucking thing was clear now. I cursed my naive dumb self to not realise it. I cursed my own stupid brain to connect the dots.

The picture with that girl in fringes. The sudden visit of that couple and the same girl I had remembered being shy and scared of meeting new people. The paper that I discarded thinking it to be one of my dad's failures. Oh he wasn't even my dad. No one was who they were said to be. No one remained the same.