Narika: The Ghost Bride-Chapter 130 - One Hundred And Thirty: He Wished For Death To Free Him From This Torture.
Adrian fluttered his eyes open, as he used his hands to cover his face from the streak of bright light that came through the window, before he sat up to observe his environment.
He was finally back.
A smile pulled up at his face, and he couldn’t help but smile. It’s been weeks since he’s being in deep torture over Killa taking control of his body, and having huge control over him that it was impossible for him to take over his body.
Adrian looked at his side to see the drip connected to his left hand; he didn’t remember much since after Killa met Polina at Kaiden’s party. The memories came out blurry, and he understood that it was going to be hard for him, gaining access to them since it’s not his. It’s Killa’s memory.
The motherfucker was trying to fight his way out, but unfortunately he’s not stepping down without a fight. Until something clicked when he tried to stand up.
Camille.
The closet.
Killa locked her in the closet.
He stood up immediately when he realized that it’s been hours, and the closet was really stuffy for someone like her to be in there till the next day. He tried to leave but his footsteps halted at the sight of his father, who was standing at the front of the room door.
"F..father." He stuttered in fear of Camille’s life. As he was still in the dark about him knowing about his illness, Adrian knew that Camille wouldn’t hesitate to tell her father once he threatened her again. She already has a bad memory with his father, so she wouldn’t want to repeat history.
"How are you feeling? The doctor specifically told me that you needed all the rest you can get, so i don’t see the reason why you are up this early, son." Alex came closer, while holding the cigarette up to his lips as his eyes scanned his son from head to toe, to figure out anything suspicious about his attitude right now.
Killa.
He mumbled the name of his alter ego to himself, thanks to Cain who had been so insightful to help him find out what was the difference between him, and his actual son. After he had been briefed about him, and also concerning Adrian’s sickness. He had to believe that it was real. It was no joke.
He had been living with a total different individual for two weeks, and he had been a bad father not to notice the changes in his son in those two weeks.
Unlike Adrian who tried to act brave in front of him, but would only end up losing confidence. Killa was more like him. Fearless and doesn’t care about the consequences of his actions, why isn’t Adrian the hostile one rather than him?
Adrian was too weak.
He’s such a softy, which is the biggest reason why he had issues with his eldest son, Nelson. Although he was nothing like Adrian, none of his children exhibited any of his character’s and now he’s forced to think that he’s not their real father.
Especially Adrian, but that’s stupid of him to say that because Adrian was a typical replica of him, aside from the blond hair he got from his mother. No one would doubt that he isn’t his son, but that’s only by name.
"Rest, Adrian," He urged him, coming closer to pull at his shoulder while he slowly sat back down on his bed, while he tried to speak but the look he sent him shut him up for good.
He watched beneath his eyes, as his father snatched a chair and sat down in front of him. " We need to talk." Alex said, throwing his cigarette to the floor and crunching it with his shoe.
The fact that he had to keep his cigarette aside, only meant that he’s serious about whatever it is he wants to talk to him about.
But Adrian’s dazzled and racing heart didn’t help him, not to think that this is about his illness. This was the first time in many years that they both were like this, trying to talk without his father intimidating him to the point that he had to give in to whatever he had to say.
" Camille, where is she?" Adrian speaked up, after fighting within himself not to ask him about her yet.
"She will be fine depending on your attitude and answer to my question." Alex said plainly, before relaxing on his chair and Cain came in at this moment with a file in his hand and handed it to him.
Adrian’s eyes widened, when he saw the name of the hospital Doctor Velma was working at. He looked up at Alex instantly, he was quite busy scrolling through the file. He knew about his illness.
"Father, I can explain, I..." He tried to come clean, but Alex shut him up by raising his hands to his lips.
"Don’t worry, you would wish you told me this sooner, than allowing a total stranger to know something crucial like this. What do you take me for, Adrian?" Alex threw the file at his face.
The person he was referring to as a stranger was nobody but Camille. She’s the only one who knew about this and it’s not like he told her. She figured it out herself unlike his dumb father.
"She had no idea about this until recently, father. She means no harm. I promise, It won’t affect your career." Adrian explained, all this drama was because of his political career and he understood quite well how rumors weren’t good for the likes of him.
But what would you have him do when he rarely spends time with him? But right now, he was demanding answers out of him had it been he played his fatherly role right. He’s the reason he has this illness. it’s because of him and his abuse of him since he was a kid!
"Tell him, dummy. Tell him, you created me because of him. Tell him!"
Killa roared at him, before laughing at his helplessness because she knew that he couldn’t say such a thing to his father.
"And yet, you still defend her when you failed to bring over Vanessa just as you were instructed."Alex angrily kicked his chair back before standing up.
"We both know i wasn’t in my right senses, I would do anything for you father. But i am not okay, he’s in here." Adrian pointed at his head, while he tried to morphed Killa’s laughter going in his head.
"Well what are we going to do about that, because if there’s anything i have to say is that i prefer whatever that is in here, than you. You are nothing but a weak sperm of mine that shouldn’t have existed in the first place!!" Alex shouted, poking at his chest while Adrian was shut of words.
He knew that his dad wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, but right now he understood everything. He understood why Nelson and Polina tried to leave him, and maybe it wouldn’t be bad if he left too right? Afterall, he’s nothing but a weakling.
"Father,I.." Adrian tried to talk, but his voice came out croaky, and his father beat off his hands when he tried to touch him.
Alex rolled his eyes at him, before turning to leave and pointed his finger at Adrian, while referring to him. " Do not let him leave this room. He should be present when his elder brother comes home. " And with that he left , with Cain following behind after smirking at the downcast state he was in.
Adrian felt his heart constrict and it was hard to breathe suddenly, which made him fall to the middle of his room while breathing loudly, he tried to call out for help. He needed his medication but there was no one in sight.
No one to help.
Until the loud laughter of Killa was the last thing he heard, with Camille’s face being the last thing in his mind before everything went blank.
He wished for death to free him from this torture, but it doesn’t seem to be approaching his doorsteps anytime soon.
