Chapter Sixteen

Asher

Brenton

I sat next to my sister's gravestone, propping my elbow on the side as I gazed at Averly's name when the merciless wind passed by. I had done it the fast way much to my dismay, but I felt like I had no time.

The feeling of being a killer wasn't a bad thing because who I ended was going to be a sadist to every girl if he was to be alive. It was the opposite actually, I saved the city from the bad guy.

"Hey, Averly," I rubbed the cold soil as I greeted my sister. The night owls greeted back as I tried to keep my eyes open through the frost, "I finally got rid of the guy who killed you, so you can rest in peace now." I stated, I just wished that I was able to save her.

It didn't quench the longing that I had felt through the year. I learnt that through Romeo & Juliet when Romeo died instantly after her, I wanted that too. I didn't want my soul, I beat myself up for living because I believed that I deserved to suffer on this earth than quick suicide.

Then, Kalina came to my mind. The way she was tenacious over someone she didn't know. It was true, she didn't know a single thing about me because I didn't let her. I wasn't going to get anyone's pity from anyone, even her.

Her presence affected me but I didn't lead anything on. She was better off with someone stable enough to give her what she needed. Her curiousity would end today, Vera would tell her everything I did and she would stop her constant discoveries.

I shuffled through the snowy ground over to my sister's name and kissed her stone as I hugged it. I wanted to feel her inside of me, she was the only twin who got me, who knew the real Asher Brenton. "I love you, Av." I whispered, my throat chalky and my hands trembled, but I finally owned the warmth of victory. It was all that I wanted even when I had nothing left now.

It felt like I could finally breathe. I would rather live with my aching guilty soul than Leslie's survival.

"Figured I'd find you here," I tightened my jaw at Jocelyn's arrival. I closed my eyes momentarily then twisted myself to face her.

"I know that you killed Leslie," She stated out in the cold with her black coat and steely eyes. "But it will never be enough to bring her back." She had spoken what I already knew.

"Then do whatever you want with me." I said as I approached her and brought out my hands in front of her, a smile of my own appeared and she was stunned at my outburst. Jocelyn was as pained as I was because the only reason she ever started writing was dead and she couldn't form any words for her books.

"No, I won't, but I know someone who will." She insinuated with a smirk as another person appeared behind her. It was my dad, she brought my dad here.

"Jocelyn," I laughed, and continued, "I'm already used to his beatings, try something harder." I simmered down with a grin and she widened her smile.

"I'm here to take you to your flight away from your sister." He scorned, and I stiffened. They thought they could easily get rid of me, but what they didn't know was that I was a mastermind — planning was my thing and as fast as they decided, I was faster than both of them.

So I lifted my hands up and let them take me to dad's car. Jocelyn was partying her victory for now, I let them believe that I would be obedient and they could take me away.

They had another thing coming. Dad drove Jocelyn to her house and I hid my smile behind my hand, my elbow on the window when she walked confidently to her building.

"So, you killed Leslie right?" He questioned and I nodded.

"You fucking bastard, you risked your education," he cursed and I paid no attention to his words, it wasn't like they hurt me, "the education that I'm paying for. Maybe we should cut you off from school."

I shrugged and his hand slapped the back of my neck, "you think you're something, huh?"

Another slap followed by the next yet I didn't give a reaction to any stings.

"You're nothing but scum." He spat at me but my eyes concentrated on the frozen lake when we reached home.

My parents were a minor part of life. They didn't like me even before Averly. He got me out of the car by my collar and bashed my back onto the car. I laughed endlessly at the fact that I had done something right in my life.

I killed the murderer.