Trigger warning!!! Bl**d, g*re, And M*rd*r
Victor went home. He was filled with Kyrell's memories. It lingered in his head, making him feel high and drunk on the feeling.
"Victor son! You're home!" Raphael limps to the door.
"Stop calling me son! We're not even related!" He coldly stares at Raphael.
It was late at night. The dead of the night to be exact, but Raphael waited for Victor.
Raphael was speechless. He was shocked once again at Victor's response.
Victor bumped against him but Raphael grabbed his arm.
Raphael fell on his knees and begged Victor.
"Please give me at least a minute to talk to you." Raphael tears up.
Victor didn't feel any compassion or anything at all. Everything he thought of was Kyrell. She was taking up his whole being as if he was under a spell.
