My Father's Son

Treacherous

Jake's pov

Nothing stings like betrayal. Especially when it comes from the person you love the most, the person you would lose your whole life for, the person you would do anything to make sure they were happy. Betrayal stung like a  bee or wasp sting. Her betrayal tore my heart into tiny unamendable pieces, crushed my heart like a sledgehammer crushing rocks into tiny nothingness of dust. Her betrayal filled my heart with rage, anger, disappointment, loathing, and unsurmountable hatred.

Sabrina just sat on the bed with no care in the world looking at me with eyes that said " I slept with your father and murdered him, what are you gonna do! " I hated her, I loathed her very existence. I cursed the day I met her. Never had I hated someone as I hated her right now. And to even think I wanted to propose to her tonight. Thank heavens for the sign. I would have lived my whole life with a liar, a cheat, a hypocrite. Above all else, I hated myself for loving her, for being so clueless and damn too trusting. Again thank God for saving me from the worst and biggest mistake of my life.

First things first. She has to pay for what she did. I called the police and when they arrived they handcuffed her. While she was being taken to the police car, she whispered something to the female officer whose face immediately depicted anger and sympathy. I could not care less what she told her. Even if she was to face the death penalty, I can not and will not shed a single damned tear for her. She could go to hell for all I care. I had shifted so fast from sympathy to apathy. Actually, right now all I felt was a numbness just like the one death brings, just numb. 

My house was barricaded for several days as the police collected evidence. I had to stay at Marcus' place for a while as I thought of what to do next. Marcus has been my best friend since childhood. When I told him what had happened, he straight out supported Sabrina saying there must be a reason why she killed my father. And about cheating, he swore Sabrina would never do that. That she loved me too much to betray me in that manner. I know what I saw and that is what matters, nothing else. I even began wondering what Sabrina did to brainwash everyone. I even began suspecting that there was more to what Sabrina did. But this wasn't the time to guilt-trip myself. What's done is done. 

Meanwhile, after my father's autopsy was done, I was allowed to bury him. In a low-key ceremony, I buried my father and the worst part was I did not shed a single tear.  What kind of a son was I, one who did not cry over the death of his father.  Other sons would be boiling hot with revenge against the death of their father, but I was Jake, Jake who was numb to any feelings right now. Something deep in my gut told me that my own father was guilty of his own death. But I crushed that feeling and focused on the important matters ahead. What remained was seeing to it that his murderer was convicted and paid dearly for her crime. And I swear I would see to it that it was done. Even if it meant spending the last dime, the last drop of blood and last breath in my nostrils, I will seek justice.