Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 31 - Pages after Pages

    Pages after pages, each getting heavier than previous ones in my hands, revealed the awful truth about the situation my mother went through. My fingers trembled as I read each lines. For years my mother was subjected to abuse and torture by the hands of my father and his family. My mother tried to ran four times and every time she got caught the punishment grew for her. On the tenth page my mother reveals her biggest fear and pain.

Her family tree falling, one by one the roots being plucked off. First her uncles and aunts went. Then her mother. Then her father. And finally...my grandfather. The reason was solid for him, giving him an easy access to go through what he planned all along. Money was the root of all evil, that much I heard of. But someone like him, someone this cruel, was the first I've ever witnessed. My body shook as I forced to master myself in being brave enough to continue reading. It's the words my mother painted that forced me to visualize every time I closed my eyes. My eyes stung as I read forward. He burned the properties belonging to my family and turned them into ashes, burning the bodies of my family with it. The investigation case closed before it even started. No one bothered to seek for the truth and considered the death of my family and the burning of the properties as accidental. And the reason was far worst than anything imaginable.

My grandfather changed the will. My mother no longer was the person to inherit one-hundred million dollars and the properties around the world. So this no longer concerned my mother. I turned the page and nearly dropped the diary.
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The news of my family's death didn't sit well with me and I passed out. I became extremely sick. Not because of the torture I went through, no. But because the bastard took away all my means to keep going. He took away my only strength. He wiped out my entire family all because of my stupidity. Why did he kill them? Why not me instead? What was their fault? I had no tears left to shed, no emotions left in me to show. I was void of everything because my strength, my power, my will of control, and my will of positive thoughts were snatched from me in one forceful pull. The only thing left was my self-preservation.

But even then, I was broken into pieces. I had nothing left to shed or shred. I found out the reason for my family's death a week afterwards. My grandfather changed the will. I was no longer the soul keeper of the Inheritance. I laughed. God, I couldn't stop laughing. So my family finally let go of me after death, huh?

I close my eyes again. The rain outside my window picks up and the drops are so strong it's like shards of glass hitting my window. I wipe my eyes and stare at the bare wall in front of me, focusing on the light grey color rather than the emptiness. I don't have the willpower to read anymore but my eyes are brawn back into the book, unable to stop myself.

I turn the page again. My mother has stopped writing for a while. The date is stretched for at least couple of months. What prompted her to stop rained on me heavily. What did she endure for that long? Where did she go? What happened to her? My heart strings pulled and came apart one by one as I zeroed in on the next words written on the beige, crisp page.

He killed them. I know it. I heard it. The best Criminal Lawyer known in the world was out there trying to reopen my family's death case. He took it upon him to investigate, collect all the dates he can find and hand it over to the good powerful FBI agents out there willing to help. The animosity between the lawyer and Salvatore was strong, stronger than anything witnessed.  It made things worst for both of them and everyone around them. And in the crossfire of animosity, not only did my family and I suffered but his did too.

He kidnapped the beautiful young daughters of the director of the FBI agents prove whatever point the bastard wanted to. First he kidnapped the lawyer's sweet little girl. What was the point of doing this? What did he achieve from all this? Because they closed down his illegal businesses? Stop his illegal activities? Or because Jacob Benton reopened my family's case? The bastard had a brother locked away. So that's a cherry topping to the whole cake.  One might wonder where I was. Jacob Benton wondered what happened to me. My face was plastered all over the news as a missing person and this did not sit right with him. So not only did he kill the beautiful Kayla, but her entire family as well. Both the father and mother gone. Both the beautiful daughters' father gone.

Whatever happened to the girls, I don't know. I never know anything. I'm trapped, helpless, and forced into believing my life is no longer mine to keep. It belongs to the hands of a monster who gets to decide what happens to me. I will die here. No one is going to help me. No one is out there to find me. This life of mine is forever lost. I'm the sole reason behind this. Because of me they died. Became of me my family suffered  and died. Because of me their beloved daughters were kidnapped. Because of me one of them died. And because of me...the two girls' fate is now unknown.

There is no salvation. There is no justice. There is only death.

I can only blame Kayla's death upon me because...his brother was in jail because of me. But the justice system failed me, it failed all. He was released.

I put the diary down. My eyes sting the longer I force my tears in bay and my heart to keep together before I fall a victim to a panic attack. But it's too late. I feel it, the anxiety crippling, dousing me with intense heat that starts from my toes and makes its way to the top of my head. My head feels heavy and I ache with intense heat and pain that is unimaginable. The knowledge my mother rains on me is enough to crumble me into pieces than I already am. I cannot think, I cannot blink, I cannot move. I'm shell-shocked.

Jacob Benton and Niah Jones Benton weren't murdered because of Salvatore's loss. Salvatore's brother wasn't in jail because of Jacob and Colby Hammerhedge. It was all because of my mother. For her protection, for her whereabouts Colby got Salvatore's brother arrested. Because they knew. Of all the people in the world, Jacob Benton and Colby knew my mother was held against her will. Kayla died...because they were trying to find my mother. Susan and Aria were kidnapped...because of my mother.

All because of my mother.

But Klaus doesn't know this. The real truth is hidden from him. He doesn't know. My mother is the reason all this happened. My poor mother, my helpless mother who had no idea all this was going to happen...turned out to be the reason of a crossfire. He doesn't know. What will happen if he finds out? My mother turned out to be the cause, my father turned out to be the reaction.

They were helping my mother. But Klaus doesn't know this. He's always blamed Salvatore, but now my mother? Where does this put me in? The reason for being my unfortunate mother and relentless bastard's daughter. He always hates me father. But now...now my mother...he's going to curse her dead body in the grave. Both of my parents, who became his worst nightmare, now has to find me.

Because I'm my unfortunate mother's unfortunate child. Because I'm the misfortunate daughter of the man who killed the only one I love's entire family. He's going fo find me. He's going to know the truth.

Klaus is going to kill me.

I sob, letting all my pain out through my tears and turn the page.