Facade

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Father dearest

THEA’S POV

Unwilling to meet his eyes, I glance down at my fidgeting fingers. Xavier’s presence beside me gives me some sort of peace but the tension lingers like an impermeable fog.

“You look just like her.” Those are the first words uttered ever since we entered this interrogation room minutes ago.

I finally glance up, looking at the person who’s supposed to be my father, and take in his appearance.

Dark messy hair resting in soft curls even in this condition with specks of grey in them, deep blue irises which shine bright even with the tired bags under his eyes, slight wrinkles making his age prominent.

Surprisingly, I don’t feel anything for him.

Not knowing what to say, I simply nod. Xavier’s hand comes to rest on my thigh, his thumb circling patterns and somehow soothing my nerves with that simple gesture.

“Did you really kill them?” The words are out of my mouth before I can think but I don’t regret it. I don’t have anything to say to this man and if he thought I’m here for father-daughter bonding, he is gravely mistaken.

David seems taken back by my straightforward question and I watch him retract into his seat, a sense of defeat overcoming him.

He tries to run a hand through his hair but the cuffs tying him to the table prevent him from doing so. He looks lost for a second before I notice his eyes flickering to the top right corner behind me.

When I had entered this room, I noticed the CCTV camera mounted at that spot.

His glance lasts merely a fraction of a second but I don’t miss it.

Then his expression changes drastically.

“You think I’d waste energy on that stupid slut?” he scoffs, “I hired men to kill them. Wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty by touching any of that filth.”

Is he fucking bipolar? I get a vague feeling that he doesn’t mean whatever he’s saying but that doesn’t stop the words from hitting home.

I tense and so does Xavier but his fingers continue their mindless pattern on my thigh. From my peripheral vision, I catch him casting his eyes on me to gauge out my reaction.

So, I give him one.

“Why the hell would you hire men to kill them? Didn’t you supposedly love my Mom?”

“I did it because I loved her!” The chains clink as he jerks forward in a threatening manner.

I can feel the frosty glare Xavier is grilling into the man’s head but the fact that he still hasn’t interrupted makes me appreciate him even more.

He’s trusting me to do this while still supporting me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly about someone until now.

Pushing the thought into the back of my mind, I decide to deal with that later.

“She left me for that man! Even after she cheated on him with me, she still went back to him. So I ended them.”

“That’s it? That’s your excuse?”

“It’s not an excuse. I told her I would divorce my wife if it meant she’ll be mine but she refused. Instead, she decided to become even closer to that bastard. Said, ‘I made a mistake but I won’t repeat it’. She called me a mistake!”

That’s pretty self-explanatory.

While I believe his explanation about my mother’s decision, I know the reason behind him murdering her is pure bullshit.

Something about this doesn’t sit right. Even if he’s not the true killer, they must be around us because David’s words seem forced...except he really loved my mother.

Tragic.

But not my place to comment or feel anything about it. Maybe I should be sad—perhaps angry—about this whole ordeal but the only thing in my mind is, why is he lying?

If he really wanted revenge, why wait eleven years?

His demeanor was much more mellow when we entered this room. Either he’s bipolar or...

There’s something else going on.

Still doesn’t mean I’m right. But I’ll be damned if I let someone innocent go to jail while the guilty roam free.

All I’ve heard is that they have evidence against him but none of them confirmed what evidence they found.

I’ve seen enough to know that money can buy even the purest of souls.

For appearance’s sake, I stand up, eyes blurry with tears, and slam my hands on the table. “I hope you rot in hell!”

With that, I storm out of the room. A few seconds later, I hear Xavier’s footsteps behind me.

When a tear falls over my cheek, I’m not sure if I’m simply putting up a facade or if it’s really affecting me after all.

All I know is, I need to get to the bottom of this.

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I'm really trying to update more frequently but A'level is a pain in the ass. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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