“I told you, your mother ran a red light and was accidentally hit by Alaric. It was just an accident. He’ll pay compensation. He’s still so young. Why ruin his life over something so… trivial?”
Trivial? Drunk driving. Killing my mother. Fleeing the scene. That’s trivial to her?
What, then, would she call serious? Alaric going to prison?
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My chest rose and fell with fury. My face burned red from the heat of my anger.
“To you, the lives of my entire family are worth less than a single tear from your childhood friend?”
My voice broke and the tears spilled down my cheeks, landing on the back of her hand pressed against my chest.
But she didn’t flinch. Her expression showed no sympathy, just impatience.
“Xavier, can’t you try to be a little more reasonable? Think about how I feel.”
“I never said anything like that…”
“But you did those things!”
I pushed her away with all my strength.
“Where is my father?! What did you do to him?”
“He’s fine. Just a broken leg. It’s been treated…”
Slap!
“Selene, you’re not human. You’re not even a person anymore!”
Blinded by rage, I struck her over and over, kicking and hitting her.
There was no love left. Only hatred. Pure, irreconcilable hatred.
Selene, we were done.
I picked up a vase and hurled it. I didn’t expect it to hit Alaric, who had just walked in.
“Ahhh!”
“Ms. Selene! Alaric is in so much pain!”
His cry pierced the air like a siren and for the first time, Selene reacted. She shoved me hard, slamming me onto the coffee table.
Bang! The glass shattered and my body fell into the shards.
Blood seeped out, but I didn’t feel a thing.
Instead, I laughed. Bitterly.
I remembered the time I accidentally cut my finger while chopping vegetables for her.
She panicked so badly she nearly fainted. She rushed me to the hospital and demanded the best doctor treat a tiny wound.
Now?
Now she had poured every ounce of her love into someone else.
“Xavier, don’t take this too far.”
“I’ve been lenient with you because of your mother’s death. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a limit.”
“Hahaha… lenient?”
“You threw my father off a building and crippled him and that’s your idea of leniency?”
I stood up, letting the glass shards dig deeper into my skin.
I wanted the pain. I needed it. I needed to feel something that would kill the love I still had for her. It was time to draw the line.
Seeing the glass embedded in my body, she looked startled.