Cold Case

Chapter 18: No, never again.

Felix’s POV

"Hello, it's me officer Lorente. I just called to say that we already know who put poison in your friend's food, can you come here to the police station now?" He said, the three of us looked at each other.

"Let's go to the police station." I said and was about to get out of bed when Ericka stopped me.

"What are you doing, you can't get up and leave the hospital yet, we'll take care of it first, just rest." She told me seriously that William agreed.

"But, I also want to know who he is and see why he did that and what his reason is. Is he mad at me or did someone just order him, I want everyone to ask him all that." I said, "I won't be quiet until I know what the answer to my questions is."

William came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, "don't worry, we'll ask him all that and if he was ordered we'll force him to admit who ordered it. For now it's better if you rest here first because we know you're still weak from the poison you ate.”

"We're leaving; we'll be right back after we talk to the one who did that to you. When you're hungry, the food on the table, don't go out first, only later when we're here again. “Ericka told me as if I was a child.

I just nodded and waved as they left the room. Now silence enveloped the entire room, to this day I still can't believe that he can do that in public and in the morning really, he's not afraid to get caught, but if he was just ordered to do it then he would be miserable.

All the events of the past crimes will be stoned to him, but why does it seem so quick to find out who did the wrong thing to me unlike Troy who almost until now still has no lead on whom.

I looked at the table where the food was placed; even though I had no appetite and was afraid to eat cooked food from outside, my stomach was churning.

I slowly got off the bed, William was right I could still feel the weakening of the muscles of my body. If I hadn't been taken to the hospital right away, it would have been rumored that I might have committed suicide.

I took my cellphone to see if my parents had any messages or missed calls but the second time I was disappointed. I'm not asking too much of them, I just want them to make me feel like their child and not just my brother.

I opened the bag and pulled out a food box and opened it, together inside my favorite foods, I couldn’t help but smile.

Luckily I have friends who didn’t leave my side when I need them, without them I don’t know what I would do now. I just hope whoever is to blame for my poisoning will tell the truth, for if he is not the one who wants me to die, will know the truth immediately.

I started eating the foods in front of me and also ate fruit so that my strength would return immediately and I could help them find answers to our questions.

Apart from us, no one knows what happened then, so I can't imagine who could have committed those crimes to avenge us. That's the only reason I can think of for all that to happen, because if that's not the reason I can't think of any other reason to poison me and kill my old friends.

I just looked out the window; I peeked from here at the other patients who were outside and breathing fresh air. When I saw a familiar car and a man came out of it, I frowned and felt intense nervousness.

I slowly walked closer to the door of my room to hopefully lock it when a nurse suddenly came in and smiled at me.

"Hello Sir, it's time for your medicine." The bag containing the syringe was opened and the medicine in small vials was transferred there.

"What's that medicine for?" I asked, because they didn't tell Ericka about it.

The nurse was about to speak when the door opened again and my Dad entered, still wearing his office clothes, the irritation was obvious on his face.

“W-well, aren't you Mr. Chua?” Suddenly she said and looked again at the chart he was carrying with the room number of my room. "Oh, I'm sorry I entered the wrong room, Mr. Chua is on the other side, again sorry." Said the nurse and bowed.

She quickly said goodbye and left, as soon as I heard the door close, I received a loud slap next. I was almost deafened by the force of its impact and I could only hear the ringing sound.

"What nonsense is this, Felix? What, are you imitating your old friends who commit suicide just because of stress? What, are you jealous of Troy who committed suicide or Christian who was overdosed on drugs?" He yelled at me one after another, I could still see the tendon in his neck and the redness on his face.

"Dad, I don't know what you're saying. I was poisoned. I didn't drink poison. Do you still think I'm weak enough to commit suicide lightly?" I couldn’t help but answer, my head aching at his loud voice. I'm just thankful and this room is sound proof otherwise it would be embarrassing to the rooms next to mine.

"Why not, isn't it because your friends are narrow-minded that you did something that you didn't think about the consequences?" he sighed, "how many times can I tell you to imitate your brother, you didn't do anything that would offend him!"

I clasped my hands and closed my eyes.

"But he's dead Dad, he's dead so no matter what you tell me to imitate him I can't do because I'm not him! Please don't find me something that belongs to a dead person!" A sharp slap again landed on my cheek.

"Shut up! You're really worthless son." It said and I turned away.

I looked behind him as he opened the door.

"I hope you just died." I whispered as it slowly made its way out the door. I sat down on the floor and wiped my face with my hand.

I pulled my hair at the thought of that to my own Father.

"I don't want to kill again." I whispered. "Never, again."