My hands were trembling. I couldn't stay still as I made my way toward the Gazila highway. No one said exactly which hospital they took my Mom and Dad to, but I searched for hospitals near that highway. Even now, the news that I have watched hasn't fully sunk in. I just realized earlier that they hadn't returned home yet. But what made me think is that, how it is possible that I didn't know they were handling such a huge case all this time. Am I such a worthless child? This is what I feared ever since. I've long reminded Dad to cut down on clients with big names because, I know in the end, they are the ones at risk. I exhaled heavily out of mixed emotions that I am feeling. Right now, my parents are all I can think about. I don't know if there's any news update on the incident because after it was reported, I left immediately to find the hospital mentioned in the news. I followed the nearest hospital on the map. My heart raced as I saw my approach toward the hospital. Was I so oc
My eyes were swollen as I stared blankly at the two coffin in front of me. Everything happened so fast. It felt like I had lost a leg because of what happened. It was as if my soul had left me, and worst of all, I felt like I'd lost the motivation to keep living. I wiped away the tears that streamed down my cheeks. I felt Bernadette's presence beside me. I don't know if I should be thankful that they're with me, especially at times like this, because all I wanted right now is to be alone. Although Bernadette and Noah weren't forcing me to talk, I preferred not to interact with anyone for a while. I felt so tired from everything I had gone through. Up until now, I still can't accept the fact that I lost my parents. The parents I depended on. How can it be this hard to be dependent on parents? It felt like my life ended when my parents were taken away. I can't even find the will to keep living. I don't know if I can continue; I felt incomplete, physically, mentally, and emotionally
"I'm not trying to cause trouble, Noah. I just want to know who did this to my parents. They deserve justice," I said to him over the phone when he called me. "Come on, Aurora. You know it's better if you stay home. You need to rest, mentally and physically. Don't forget that you have a baby inside you—" "I know—just after this one. I'm not neglecting my child. I just want to seek justice for My parent's death, especially since we all know it wasn't an accident." "Even so, you should just let it go—" I ended the call and quietly watched the highway as we drove along. Our conversation kept going in circles, and it was getting irritating. "Is the evidence we gathered still not enough?" I asked Sergeant Torre. Another police officer was with us. We also had the investigator for the attorney who would present the case in court.I don't know, but something kept telling me... urging me to keep an eye on everything. I needed to be hands-on, even if just in this aspect, because I felt l
"Can you play it again?" I asked. I needed answer. I can't deny the fact that a part of me was still hoping that Lucas had nothing to do with it, even though it was crystal clear in the footage. But my hopes falls down like a water on mountain when, in just a few seconds, I saw how Lucas unleashed a hail of bullets, and the next thing I saw was the shattering of my parents' car window. I could hear Geneva and Vince arguing, but I couldn't understand what they were talking. I felt like a ghost that was just standing there. My mind was in haywired, it was unable to process what I have just found out.I kept staring at the monitor, where Lucas was still firing repeatedly with his gun. Even though he was slightly turned sideways, I could see the darkness in his eyes. It was as if he saw nothing, and he wasn't fully satisfied on what he's seeing when he pulled out another gun after his first one ran out of bullets. I felt like my breathe will stop any second now. The officer who's wit
Trembling, I staggered out of Lucas’s apartment, my hands smeared with his blood. I could feel the eyes of people on me, yet no one dared approach because of the knife I was holding. Feeling nauseous, I called Noah. I didn't know what else to do. I was terrified after what had happened. They couldn't blame me; I was just fighting for my life, to save myself from him. Lucas was the one to blame. "Can you pick me up, please?" I pleaded when Noah answered the call. "What happened? Where are you?" "Please, hurry," I urged. I threw the knife away, feeling sick, and grabbed at my hair. I covered my ears as I looked around. Even now, I could hear Lucas’s voice, though he wasn’t there. What scared me more was hearing Iris’s laugh, as if her mouth was right next to my ears, driving me insane. I shook my head with my eyes closed to dispel the sounds, but a harsh blow to my head was the last thing I felt before everything went dark. "Hurry up! Make sure she doesn't escape, or you'll be n
"Upon checking the van, they found a cellphone. We're calling to ask if this phone belonged to your parents." I took the familiar cellphone from Daddy as they handed it to me. There were blood stains on the back of the case. "This is Daddy's cellphone," I answered weakly. I felt Noah's gentle touch on my back as I examined the cellphone in my hand. "Alright. Although, we cannot give it to you yet. We are formally asking now for your permission to keep it for the mean time... while the investigation is still ongoing. We just want to make sure if there's possible evidence inside of it that could help to solve this case even faster," he explained. I looked up slightly at Noah, who was standing nearby. A small smile crossed his lips, as if letting me decide. I managed a small smile back. "Can I check it by myself first?" I asked, a question they seemed to anticipate. "Yeah, sure. I'll leave you here for now," he said, then stood to leave. I watched him until he disappeared from my
The days felt like they dragged on, as if a year had passed when it had only been almost a month. My days went too busy that I couldn't even remember when was the last time I rested. I find it hard to sleep because, as the investigation continued, I felt like I wasn't getting any closer to finding justice for my parents' deaths. "We will win this, we got this, Aurora," Noah said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I gave him a faint smile and exhaled. We were finally here, but I felt nervous about something. I didn't know how this would turn out, but I believed we could win this case. I wouldn't let all this go to waste. This was for my parents, and I would sacrifice everything I had just to get the justice they deserved. I was occupied up until now. There was no relief in me. I admit that I am kinda feeling scared that all of the effort, time, and tireless days will result to nothing. Few moments when I saw Lucas's face. I felt my blood pressure spike instantly. He wore a three-p
I stared blankly at the ceiling, listening to the machine's rhythmic sounds beside me that iritates me. I begged to reschedule the hearing, but the court didn't grant it. I had no choice but to choose between witnessing the hearing or risking my baby's life. The thing was, I don't really know what happened after everything went black, my body gave out even before we reached the hospital. I was alone in the room, with no signs of anyone else. I tried to find Noah with my eyes but couldn't, so I returned my gaze to the ceiling. I gently touched my belly. I felt no fear. I don't know why, but I felt complete. It didn't seem like anything was missing; I hadn't lost my baby. Though, if anything had happened to my child, I don't know what I would do to Lucas. He was the root of all this chaos. No one should be blame but he. I looked toward the door as it opened. Moments later, Bernadette walked in. She gave me a small smile. "I brought you some fruit for our baby, she need to be heal