Chapter 64: Chapter 64

MEL:

I walk from one side to the other trying to control the anxiety that was installed from the moment that Atlas had hurriedly left claiming that he might have discovered the culprit for all of this.

I'm worried about the fact that he didn't take anyone with him, after all, the suspect shouldn't be someone who plays on the job and therefore there's little care.

— You're going to end up drilling the floor girl— Aunt Maria complains with her eyes narrowed in my direction— you need to calm down Mel, it's not good for your puppy— she says seriously and in a reprehensible tone.

— I wanted to be their aunt, I know his reasons for wanting me away, but I'm the main person hit right? I have the right to clear this matter up personally with the one who harmed my life— I say in exasperation, finally sitting down next to him on the couch.

— I know daughter, but everything has a reason yes?— I direct my gaze in her direction paying due attention— look, if by chance I hadn't been kidnapped, do you think I'd be here? I'm not saying that your kidnapping was a good thing because it wasn't, I'm just trying to say that our meeting was already predestined by my girl after all, some evils come for good— as soon as it ends I throw myself into your arms in a tight hug.

She was right, I only met her because of the fatalities that had happened, so if they asked me today if I would change something from my past, I would say without a doubt that no, I would change absolutely nothing, because I met really important people in my life, in addition to having acquired lessons that I will take with me for the rest of my life.

I lay my head on his lap just like I used to when I was a child and I feel his hands caressing my hair.

— Do you think he's safe?— I cling to his blouse like a helpless puppy that only needs its mother's protection.

— And you think not? My dear, your partner is simply the Supreme alpha, even the guy's shadow already terrifies anyone, so it's safe for what he must be right now— I laugh at his words, feeling lighter.

Yes, my male is strong and smart, there's nothing to be afraid of— I repeat these words like a mantra in my thoughts, trying to believe them faithfully.

— Thank you, auntie, I don't know what I would do if you weren't here— I say it sincerely because I believe I would have gone crazy after Atlas as soon as he had opened that door and gone through it.

— You're welcome, darling, I'm here to put some sense into that empty head— she replies laughing and inevitably leading me to accompany her.

We stayed for a long time talking about pleasantries and I believe that both of us are trying to distract ourselves as much as possible so as not to think about it.

Tia Maria even made caramelized popcorn and we put on an animated movie which we both had watched over and over again, but which was impossible to get bored.

But unfortunately, as much as we were distracted, I can't get rid of a certain anguish and concern that I feel in my chest, apart from the feeling of helplessness I'm feeling for not being able to do anything but wait.

When it gets close to o'clock I start biting my nails with anxiety and run to put on some warm clothes to go out, after all, I made it clear to Atlas that if he didn't arrive by nightfall I would follow him wherever he is, and I wasn't kidding when said so.

— I don't think it's a good idea to go after him now Mel, besides that it's still early and he might arrive when you're looking for him— Aunt Maria crosses her arms looking at me with that look that said: "Don't do anything stupid".

She might be right, but we don't know who we're dealing with and I don't want to risk leaving him alone with a lunatic we don't even know who he is any longer than necessary.

— I'm going!— I say determinedly passing by the same one who makes an ugly face but starts to follow me, probably wouldn't let me go alone.

Hell, they treat me like a fragile puppy.

I grab the wallet and car keys that were on top of the shelf and then go to the door and open it right away.

How scared I was when I saw my companion standing there looking at me with half—closed eyes and a closed expression on his face.

— Where did you think Mel was going?— Question approaching slowly still with that same look.

Fucking an even angry male is sexy— I think biting my lower lip and giving him a deep look.

It's the hormones, blame them.

Peter:

Shit, shit, shit... I screwed up, my girls will never forgive me, and how could they? I was the worst of men and it's not today that I know that.

What I didn't count on was that the one I treated like family, the one I helped thinking I was doing the right thing, was a manipulative and lying slut who made me make the worst mistakes of my life.

I went over a lot of people to get the revenge I wanted for someone who wasn't even worth what she ate, how could I have been so stupid?

My girls won't even want to look me in the face, I'll have their contempt for the rest of my useless existence, and just now that everything after many years was starting to fall into place.

I will lose them...

I pace back and forth trying to contain the urge to punch myself, I rub my hands over my face furiously feeling like crap.

The blessed one had pretended to love my late wife, while she fought bravely to survive a cursed cancer and to, in the end, die not because of the disease, but because of the great sadness of losing the one she had as a faithful sister who, at the end of beads despised her as if she were something insignificant.

I hit the first thing I see and feel my hands start to spill blood, the mirror I had hit was in pieces at my feet.

I didn't care and sat next to the shards in the bathroom, I just wanted to go back in time and never have accepted that damn thing in my house, in our lives.

My throat is dry feeling the tears inevitably fall copiously and I feel ashamed, not for crying, but for everything I caused to people who were not to blame.

Mel is a young girl that I came to consider as a daughter and who, because of me, spent her entire childhood and youth away from her parents, family, and partner. A woman with a huge and kind heart who would spare no effort to protect those she loves, and unfortunately, I know that I was one of the people she would give her life if necessary to save.

I feel bitter just thinking about his reaction, his disappointment with someone he had faithfully trusted and even asked for help with the pregnancy, but who would now be nothing more than a miserable traitor, and with good reason.

And my Maria, oh my beloved Maria, my chest tightens even more deeply at the thought that my wife would start to hate me. It hurts too much to think of her rejection and her hurt look.

Knowing that I've caused her pain is the worst as if nothing is worse than seeing her sad. I finally feel that I've found my home, my soul mate, and that I'm the biggest culprit if she doesn't want me by her side.

How can I live without her now that I've finally found her?

I get up and regulate the shower valve for the cold one, soon putting myself under it with my clothes still on my body.

I feel like I'm in automatic mode, I just keep my head down feeling the cold water washing my being and minimally calming my nerves.

Maybe I can somehow apologize to those I've wronged, even if it's worthless as some mistakes are irreparable, but I'll feel a little peace in my spirit.

But for now, I just want to feel the pain, and assume that much of the blame is mine for swearing revenge on someone who didn't deserve it, no one had forced me to do that, so I'm the main culprit.

I will miss them.