Finding the serial killer

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Jake’s POV,

There is nothing I can do anymore. There is nothing I can try to do anymore. All I can do is wait, like Jerry is waiting, like mom and dad are waiting. I'm no special than them. When I have the chance to do something for my family, I've already ruined all the chances there is. Now, all there’s left is a long, endless wait. Wait for something that might make this pain any less. That might make this void any less deep. But it will never happen. I've seen countless families destroy themselves trying waiting for that one thing, revenge. That thing never came to them because all this country’s law can do is try to be just to all, but that can never lessen the pain people suffer for some unthinkable actions of the criminal, the kind of torture to made everyone suffer, they will never suffer the same even if they get the highest of lawful punishment. They will still win; they will still win.

I am back with my family. I tell them everything no matter how hard it was for them to take. I tell them how she might have died. She was still alive the time she was having her limbs chopped off with scorching iron. What horror she faced at her last times. How her lifeless body was found in a ditch in a plastic bag and my DNA traced all over her. I don’t know how this might’ve break them, but I would rather be honest right now than try to make up lies that might hurt any less. The truth will eventually be out in the open soon.

For mom, she was a daughter she couldn’t have. I can easily say mom loved her just as much as she loved us, even more, she had a different bond with Stella, maybe because she can talk to her about stuff men would never understand. Stella always said mom made her fall for the art of cooking, I guess that was their bond. She wasn’t her son’s friend or girlfriend, or her son’s fiancée for her, not even the next-door neighbour. They had the strongest of bonds. And for dad, she was his successor, he invested in her business, he send her to culinary school she wanted to attend. Ever since her parents left her alone in the world, she’s been a part of our family. From our neighbor, to my friend, to Jerry’s fiancée, mom’s best friend, dad’s third child, she’s been with us forever. And now she is gone. How can one ever live along with this truth, knowing how she left? How can we imagine for justice, when the most we can have is a punishment to the assailant way less than the torture he inflicted. She will never be back and that is the harshest reality.

“Mom,” I call mom aside. “Please do something about Jerry. He is miserable and if he stays here, he will only get worse. Take him back to New York.” I tell her. “I'll stay here. I'll do everything I can to bring her justice. But take Jerry. Or he’ll die in grief.”

She’s been crying but she nods too. she knows I'm right. and I'm right.

“I'm not going anywhere.” His first words, Jerry’s first words after his screams for Stella, after his breakdown in front of her body. “I won't go anywhere until I know why she was killed, why she had to die for some monster to satisfy his needs.” His eyes are red, no, bloody. He cries, but he is angry, and he is angry at me, because like so many people out there, he believes that Stella died because of me. maybe he is right, maybe she died because of me. I have no idea if I want to persist that I have nothing to do with it, because clearly there are proofs stating otherwise. “Why does she have to be punished for something you did?” I pulled my caller and mom began to cry. “He did it to avenge you. He killed Stella for something you did. So, until you bring him to me, I won't go anywhere. I don’t care what police are going to do, I just care about this man. You have to find him. until you do that, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you.” now dad is trying to get him away for me.