In the shower, while the water touches my skin. The dirt and blood washes away, I thought about what I did, I just killed a living human, and rob a dead body's possession.
Is this really, the right thing to do…? Robbing and killing? Is this what is the right thing to do now?
Elena, Alicia's mother look at me with a disgust in her eyes. Maybe to them… I'm a person with no heart. A person who will kill just because someone point a gun at me, who will steal reasoning “to survive”
I did all of those… to protect them. To not get them killed, I even… hah.. hah… “What have I done…?“ I whispered to myself, grappling with the unsettling reality of my actions. The questions echoed in my mind, drowning out the sound of the falling water.
Inside the master bedroom, Elena and Victor were in the midst of changing clothes, their voices charged with tension.
"We need to leave, get away. Far away from that boy," Elena said firmly, her expression etched with worry and frustration.
"Why are you so angry about his actions?" Victor asked, his tone tinged with concern.
"Angry!?" Elena's voice rose in exasperation. "It's not just anger, Victor. It's fear! That boy is dangerous! Can't you see that? He killed my co-worker!"
"But he did it to protect us," Victor reasoned, attempting to calm the situation.
"Protect us? By taking a life without hesitation? He didn't even give him a chance to explain or calm down!" Elena's voice cracked with emotion.
Victor tried to interject, "But—"
"No, Victor! I can't believe you're defending him!" Elena cut him off, her eyes flashing with anger. "He's a stranger, Victor! We don't know anything about him! And yet, you're choosing to protect him!"
Victor's voice rose in frustration, "I know what he did was wrong, Elena! I know it! But he's just a scared kid who thought he was doing what was necessary."
Elena's eyes softened momentarily, but her worry remained palpable. "Why are you risking everything for him… Victor? Our safety, our family... is he worth that much for you?"
"Because he risked everything for us!" Victor's voice wavered as he spoke. "He trusted me blindly, Elena. He believed in my guesswork, and he faced danger head-on for us. He's the same age as our daughter, Elena. Can't you understand his fear?"
Victor continued, his emotions raw, "He told me about his plan in the clinic, Elena. He warned me about the danger inside. He was scared, but he didn't back down... And when he took action... I froze. I didn't know what to do."
Tears welled up in Victor's eyes as he confessed, "I watched him do it, Elena. I watched him take a life, and I couldn't stop him. I couldn't do anything... he is just a kid…”
Elena's expression softened as she realized the weight of Victor's words. The gravity of the situation sank in, leaving a heavy silence in the room as they both grappled with the complexity of their emotions.
Elena's anger began to subside, replaced by a mixture of empathy and concern for Victor. She approached him slowly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Victor, I understand now... I understand how difficult this must have been for you."
Victor nodded, wiping away tears. "I never wanted any of this to happen... I didn't know how to handle the situation, Elena. I was scared too."
"I know, Victor. We were all scared," Elena said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "But we have to remember that fear can make us do things we never thought we would."
