KING

chapter 13

LUCIAN POV

I promised myself that i won't cry but a set of tears falls without my permission. I pull my legs together towards my chest in a fetus position.

My heart is paining, almost bordering to physical pain. Am more disappointed and hurt than anything else.

The last time, i ever felt this kind of pain was when i was 14. And my sister was 18. Back then i had a lot of expectations,  and hope. 

But death, took away both of my parents in the same night.  While still grieving, i witnessed how all our relatives that were once nice to us. Avoid us, as mere burdens.

With no where to go, we were taken into Foster homes. Back then life handed us a bad hand. We were mostly mistreated and as a result we had to jump from one Foster care to another.

I didn't get along,  with anyone back then. The only person i was close to was my sister. Beside the fact that she was also young,  she always took care of me.

She had toughen up, earlier than most people her age. And when she was barely 19. She officially became my guardian.

We had to stay in slums, while jumping from one job to the next. Sometimes we had to skip meals for days. Or survive on fast food.

But we were able to raise money for school fees. And even then, she worked twice more than i did. But throughout all this, i always felt a sense of belonging when ever i was with her.

She made me feel safe,  and i always felt protected around her. So i had promised myself that i would always be there for her.

But just when, i was getting my life together.  Just when i was about to give atleast a quarter of what she had given me. She was taken away from me.

All her life was spent, into caring for me. And she never got anything for herself. That's why i have to protect sun with all i can.

And also why, i need to find the person responsible for her death. I owe her and myself that much atleast.

Because the person responsible for her death,  didn't just take away my sister. He took away my home, my sense of belonging and my hope.

If it wasn't for sun. I would have had probably followed her. Because without her my life lost all sense of meaning.

For 5 years, i was barely holding on. Then king came into my life. And no matter how much i kept saying that he is the enemy.

No matter how much, i always preach my hate. He still was the only person who gave me a sense of belonging.

Even when i was aware that he is the enemy. I still felt safe around him, like as long as he is with me. Then am always protected.

I don't know why or how it all started. But i guess i became too comfortable. I had given him the same trust, i had given my sister. Albeit subconsciously,  without even clarifying if he is the killer or not.

And what hurts me more, than the dull pain i feel on my throat or back. Is the pain of knowing that he didn't bother to hear me out.

His sister was the one who was in the wrong, and i get that siblings actively look out for each other. I get that,  but what about me. I wasn't asking for much, i just wanted him to hear me out.

But not only didn't he bother not listening to me but also he didn't think twice about hurting me. He had a gun raised at me, and for some reasons i knew this time it wasn't a warning.  Nor was it an empty threat.

He was going to push through. If he wasn't interrupted, i could see it from his eyes. And that hurt more than any insult he could have thrown in my direction.