Chapter 5

ZACHARY'S POV

The crispy sound of dry leaves crushing against my bare feet erupted, breaking the suffocating silence. Sun is settling down while leaving behind the darkness. I leaned more into chair of my backyard and lit up the cigarette after bringing it in between my lips. I blew out a sufficient amount of smoke which served a little relief by making my senses blur for a moment.

Heartless monster, Cruel bastard, cold blooded murder, pathetic excuse for a human, sick animal, tainted criminal, disgusting piece of shit, low life, unlovable f*cking crap...

All my life I've had heard something like this. It was always simple, I took the life of their loved one and they would scream curses for me to rot in hell.

But little did they knew that I am already in love with living in the hell.

I took one more breath of cigarette and released sufficient amount of some but over and over again only one face crossed my face and that was of,

September Lawrence. No. September Zachary Wilson. After all she's my wife now.

My lips twitched into hollow curl at the pathetic irony.

" Don't you have a little heart left, Zach? Why are you hurting her? What was her fault?"

Blake spoke in an unusually calm tone after grabbing the seat next to me.

I blinked, breaking my stare on blank space and passed him the cigarette which he took, gladly. In a next swift minute, Riley too came and sat. A thick unbreakable silence spread, generating a strange level of frustration.

What was her fault? Locking my jaw in  plain rage, I let Blake's question swam into me.

Everything, every single f*cking thing was her fault. That bitch was playing shitty games with my consciousness and yet I was unable to resist her from my mind. This whatever the crap happening with me was getting worse day by day.

Why she had saved my life? That f*cking curiosity was bonding my attraction to her in whole new level. However I hate to admit, there's something more to physical attraction with her. She had invaded in me.

I still can't believe that I had not f*cked her on our wedding night. I mean wasn't it the only reason why I had married her? Just to f*ck her till she helplessly moan my name.

But no, instead of anything, I let her sleep in peace. Why? Because her tears stained face had made me to behave like a pu*sy.

" What are you planning to do with that Chris and little girl?" Riley asked.

" Kill them." I replied.

" Are you out of your mind? You will not do something like that, I will not let you." Blake barked earning a slight nod from Riley.

I will kill them. I will do every single thing to calm my burning soul. I am a monster, right? So I promise September, you'll always find that monster in your husband till your last breath.

" You couldn't kill them Zach, you couldn't. Believe or not, you've been smitten with your wife and I know that you'll not do anything to hurt her even more."

Riley said.

I laughed at his words and without giving a second thought, I walked to one of the room where my wife's family were. Unlocking the door, I went inside and automatically came face to face with Chris. After having my sight, his face paled. His eyes flickered with pure fear before he took a step back. He averted his gaze to the bed and then mumbled something under his breath.

I pointed the gun straight on his forehead while all he did was to bend his head low and close his eyes shut as tightly as he can. There was no hint of that emotion on his face which I wanted to witness. He was scared but obviously not for his own life.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but by ignoring his state, I firmly gripped the gun and ran my thumb over the trigger. "Aren't you going to cry for your life?" I asked hiding my amusement when he snapped his eyes open and shook his head ever so slowly as if he had already guessed his fate.

I chuckled, slightly enjoying the way his fist were curled up on the side and sweat running were down his forehead.

"Kill me b-but please don't harm Claire and September." He choked on his saliva and again closed his eyes.

A sudden wave of rage overtook my senses which made me to wrap my fingers around his neck in a firm grip. He coughed without even trying to wriggle out of my grip. Indeed a brave man but unfortunately his bravery will let him nowhere except death.

" Why are you so concerned for my wife? Who is she to you?"

I questioned, being completely aware of the jealousy which was burning like a fuel. She's mine. She's f*cking mine.

"S-sh..e.." He tried to say something but failed miserably and then I removed my grip from his neck. He placed his palm around his neck and sat on the ground to catch the breath followed by the sound of his pathetic coughing.

I rolled my eyes and waited impatiently for his response.

" N..Not by b-blood but she's j-just like my sister."

My nerves relaxed and a faint smirk passed my face at the sight of him, struggling for breath. Ah, how much my dear wife is going to enjoy the dead bodies of her so called brother and daughter.

I may have regretted for a moment while killing her parents but gladly that regret was gone the second she had called me 'monster'. Now she will shed her tears over two more dead bodies and this time I will make sure to enjoy the pleasure of watching her cries of agony and pain.

" Too bad, I couldn't fulfil your last wish because I will hurt your sister and about that little girl, well she's going up in the heaven with you."

I spoke, again pointing the gun at him but before I can pull the trigger, my head tilted in the direction of the bed from where a soft sound of someone's giggle had came.

I walked to the bed and pulled away the blanket only to saw a girl. I blinked twice to get a clear look of her. She was of hardly five or six years. Her long hairs were tied up in two pigtails and some strands of hairlocks were falling on her forehead. She had wore a pink coloured frilled frock, ending up to her upper knees. Her face was broke into most adorable smile. She stared back at me with her wide eyes and quickly stood up on the bed and just like that her smile vanished.

I've never seen into the eyes of any child but now when I did, I felt my heart beating a little more louder. I forgot about everything else and just looked at her while getting froze at my place. She came forward and placed her tiny fingers on my hand, generating a warmth in me.

" Who are you?" She spoke in a childish melody.

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was unable to think any thing else except the fact that in front of me was a girl.

" Uh? Uncle Chris why are you on the floor?" She asked, this time pulling me back to the reality.

She's the daughter of September? But she's nothing like her? 

Snap out Zachary. You were here to kill them not to solve the riddles about anyone.

My gut twisted at the thought of killing this little girl and an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness passed through me.

K-Kill her? I shook my head and shifted my eyes at the gun on my hand. How can I kill this little creature?

But you've killed many innocent children before, then why not now? Just pull the damn trigger.

After pushing my saliva down my throat, I pressed my eyes shut then decided to pull the trigger but before that could happen, her smiling face again appeared in the back of my head and automatically I threw the gun away. F-ck. I couldn't kill her.

"OUT." I Screamed in frustration and shifted my eyes at Chris who was staring at the gun which was lying on the floor. He then nodded stiffly and step out of the room after closing the door behind him.

I clenched my jaw and sat on my knees, being unable to tolerate a sharp headache. What the hell was happening with me? Why haven't I killed her?

A groan escaped my lips when thousands of question jumped inside my mind.

" Uncle, is your head, hurting?" She stood in front of me and raised his eyebrows.

I stared at her little figure, as she pressed her tiny fingers on my forehead and pressed them gently. Something in me melted when she smiled warmly, reveling her adorable dimples. Everything for a minute, froze and nothing else mattered. It was like I was transported to someplace where my identity was meant to take a breath in peace. The storm inside my heart were no longer penetrating, they were silenced. I blinked in an attempt to figure out my monsters but instead only ecstasy washed my heart.

" Are you okay, now?" She asked with a small smile and it had taken all in me to not smile back in response.

" What's your name?" I brushed my finger against her cheeks.

"Claire." She replied in sing song voice.

Claire. My chest relaxed in calmness.

" You are magic." I blurted out.

" And you're-" She was cut in middle by a loud sound of opening of the door.

I tilted my head only to saw a scared state of my wife. She ran and took Claire on her arms and started showering kisses on her face. "Y-You..are..alright." She sobbed and hugged her tightly in her arms.

I stood up, dusting the invisible dust from my sweatpant and cast a look at the door where Blake, Riley and Chris were gawking at me. Oh, so that Motherf-cker Chris had ran to call help? Does he really think that anyone would be able to stop me if I wanted to kill..C-Claire? A wave of hesitation hit me at the thought of killing her and I quickly shook my head to empty my mind.

" You're... Okay?" September again breathed out as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I stayed, rooted to my ground. Her face was soaked from the tears and there was that concerned expression in her eyes for which to some extent I felt a pure guilt. She thought that I was going to kill her daughter and that's why she was this much scared? Does she loves her daughter this much?

With a last glance of them, I stalked out of the room till I reach into the free space of backyard again. I released a shaking breath to ease my suffocation.

I know Zachary Wilson you don't have any family that's why you will not understand our pain.

A person like you don't deserve to be loved.

Don't you have any family?

"STOP."

I know Zachary Wilson you don't have any family that's why you will not understand our pain.

A person like you don't deserve to be loved.

Don't you have any family?

" STOP. PLEASE. STOP." I screamed at the voices raising inside my head.

My head throbbed again like it was going to blast any second and that overwhelming suffocation trapped into my chest became hard to ignore. My body started struggling to breath and the flashbacks of my childhood started appearing in front of my eyes one by one.

I gripped fistful of my hairs as firmly as I can and sat on the ground.

This all was happening only because of September. Only because of her, my buried wounds are opening. She's not good for me. That's enough. If I won't kill her soon then I will end up in asylum. She has to die. September has to die.

The only way to push away this guilt residing in me was to end her life. No more September then there will be no more guilt.