Dating The Killer

Chapter 39

I wished I was soulless so that I couldn't feel anything for anyone. How cool would it be to live your life with no worries; nobody to feel for and nobody to hurt for. I hated myself for thinking about the past and the people who had hurt me, I shouldn't have felt anything towards anyone. I should have been soulless for them to realize that I was unbreakable.

My eyes tried to find peace in the lonely dimmed emergency room they had assigned me to but it was like everytime I found peace, it was temporarily timed. My hands melodically hugged my knees as my ears perked up at the sound of my heart monitor.

"I am sorry, dad," I whimpered to myself as I continued to whisper, "I was not a good daughter to you, I am sorry for interrupting your deserved peace by the baggage I had carried around. Sometimes, I wish that you would appear like a ghost stuck here for unfinished business just so I could finally say a proper goodbye to you, " I clasped my hands tightly on my knees on the bed, away from the shattered clasps that claimed my insanity.

"Dad, I just feel so weak," I softly murmured, "it's like the world is tightening around me and I don't have you to help me, I miss you a lot, dad, I am sorry for times where I left you alone in the house with a broken heart when you never, ever broke mine. I love you, my precious dad," I blubbered with tears down my neck as the heart-shattering sobs threatened to rip my body apart.

A knock on the door interrupted my unsaid conversation with my dad about all the things I wished to tell him. The investigator was in casual brown pants and black shirt with freakishly green eyes, he gave me a pretend-to-be sad smile when Mrs. Christina told him about my dad's death.

"Hello, Miss Lia, my name is Ben and I am assigned to find out the person who shot you and to get information about the incident in the cemetery," he introduced and gave a little cough to continue on, "I have a set of questions for you, if you don't mind," he added as he neared the notepad to him with a sharpened pencil in his hand.

Mrs. Christina sat beside me on my bed as she announced herself to Ben as my moral support. "First question, where were you before the incident?"

"I was at home, getting ready," I replied with determined eyes to find out who had the audacity to separate me from my dad.

"Second question, who knew about your dad's death?" I wasn't sure Ben grasped the severity of the incident because he was asking questions that were wrong, they didn't help me in think deeper about the shooter.

As if Mrs. Christina sensed my dismay, she answered for me as more senseless questions were thrown her way while I was brooding and silenced as my eyes kept staring at Ben, trying to reach out for the mystery unsolved. I certainly didn't think that Ben could help us.

My hair felt soft as it tumbled down to my waist, getting ready for another episode of insomnia when Mrs. Christina and useless Ben went out.

My feet hit the cold tiles of the hospital as I tried to urge my feet to move forward, feeling like I was fatigued, I sat on the bed again as I held my aching head. It was worse than before, the images of mom flashed like a lightning and I gasped, trying to take a breath.

Slender fingers placed themselves on both of my shoulders, indicating the presence of the last person I wanted to see.

"Levy," I spoke as his eyes met mine after so long, "you are one heck of a liar," I spewed in hatred as my dull eyes made him flinch when he realized that there was no light in them at all.

"I didn't mean to do it, I thought the problems would stop haunting you when I put distance," he explained himself as his eyes didn't meet mine at the loaded regret he carried on, "but it only got worse and I realized that I was irrationally idiotic for leaving you when you needed me. It's just seeing you like that, turning into someone like me made me feel like s**t, I never wanted you to turn like me," he held me to his chest as his eyes looked down into mine, never breaking eye-contact for it was our own language, "I want you to be Lia Maxwell, the good, pure-hearted girl I fell in love with and continue to be in love with." he finished and I stood speechless.

The funny thing was I didn't feel anything towards his speech at all, I just felt like I had nothing to say. The thick border I had placed on my emotions was from the pressure of repeatedly getting hurt by the people I loved the most.

"Please, say something," Levy's soft palm pressed on my cheek and stroked it gently when my eyes met his again, he had a little slit on the side of his mouth and his knuckles were flashing red when he placed his hand down. "I am trying to hold onto you, I swear that it was not my intention to leave you, I needed time to mend myself after the raw pain I saw in you, it f*****g hurts me, Lia. Each time I looked at you hurting, I wished I could do something to stop your pain," a tear slipped on his face and landed on my nose, sliding graciously down to my lips.

It was the first time I saw Levy speak his heart out to me with the tears sliding down his eyes as he showed me how affected he was by my pain.

Our hearts connected together as my lips pressed against his in a soft kiss.