The Life Changing Trip

Chapter 27 - "Oh how the tables have turned."

Chapter 27 

I don't know how many times in a life time does one lose the complete will of living. I don't mean a little depression, or a feeling of wanting to disappear for a while. No, I mean actually wanting to die and get it over with because the wait was exruciating. 

A coldness had swept over me when I saw my father lifeless on the ground. For some reason, I just pretended I wasn't going through this, that I was still living a happy life and nothing had happened at all. It helped me stay put for a while, at least, and I decided that if it was the last thing that I would do, I will make sure Richard gets the death he deserves.

But right now, locked in the little dark room, there was not much I could do.

"Eva..." I could hear Gavin's voice, sad and pleading. I felt Ethan and Gavin's silent concern. And that my reaction to all of this was probably scaring them. But all that I think right now was to kill Richard.

"Eva, please talk to me," Gavin's voice sounded torn and broken, and somewhere deep inside me, something stirred, but not enough to take away the brutal reality of what just happened.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to rest on the cold, grey walls. Think, Eva, think. I needed a plan to end this. And I needed to be satisfied with the way I was going to end Richard's life.

It was a few hours before the door unlocked. My eyes were wide and alert, not the slightest bit exhausted. I stiffened, waiting.

Gavin took a step next to me so that he was partially covering me. Ethan stood next to Gavin, a determined look on his face that added ten years to his age.

"I hope you're happy now, Eva," Richard's disgusting voice broke into the stiff air. I froze, not wanting to hear what he had to say next.

"I'm sure it must feel really bad, knowing that you're father died for you," he continued. "I don't know how you can live knowing that if it weren't for you, your father would still be alive."

Perhaps it was my vulnerable state, perhaps it was my willingness to not believe what had happened, or perhap's it was the depressing atmosphere but as I stood there, I felt my heart crumble as Richard's words rang true.

"I - I didn't - "

"Will that help you sleep at night?" he continued, the familiar ugly smirk making its way on his ugly face.

"You killed him! You killed him!"

"I wasn't aiming for him. It was all you, Eva."

"But I - no, no!" I felt an enormous pain in my chest, like my heart was being ripped into two. I felt unending guilt that I would never see my father again and never get the chance to apologise. It was killing me inside, my head was screaming and it wouldn't shut up.

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole!" Gavin shouted. "Eva, don't believe him. It's one of his dirty ways he tries when he knows he's failed," he said to me, more gently, pleading with me to believe.

"Don't tell her what to think, boy! She knows it's all her fault."

Suddenly, before any of us could blink, Gavin had leaped at Richard, punching him square in the face. Richard staggered slightly from the impact, his nose bleeding and a murderous glare directed at Gavin.

"Hope that teaches you to shut your fat gob you pathetic excuse of a man. What a waste of fucking oxygen," Gavin growled. And in all the time I've been here, I have never seen Gavin take it to suck extremes with Richard. I knew perfectly well he was risking his life, and that's probably what pumped the blood through my veins again. That's probably what restarted my heart like an electric shock as I stopped withering away in guilt.