Chapter 85: Fake Promises

< Dylan >
Anger was boiling deep in my system, as hot as lava. I balled my fingers in a fist while calmly listening to the provoking words of Liam Hamilton.
"Really, it hurts my soul to have seen your little sister bleed out on the floor like that, that too killed by her own father. She was such a bubbly child, the complete opposite of you," he said bemusedly.
I gritted my teeth, still keeping the constant smile on my face.
Liam let out a chuckle as he observed me. "You know, I am really curious. Why did you keep Shirley alive? I was sure you were going to kill that annoyance."
I just rolled my eyes. Although I did want to kill Shirley in the beginning, I didn't because Liam was likely not to care. I couldn't tell Shirley, either. It's not like she would believe me in the first place. She had known her whole life that she was her dad's princess. Little did she have any idea that her father never actually cared for her. It was all a facade.
"Sheesh, say something." Liam huffed.
As if I am going to give you that pleasure!
"You and I really don't have anything in common, do we? It's such a shame." He released a deep sigh, looking at me with pity. "I can't look at you without remembering your mother. You two are so identical. Of course, your mom was such a beauty with courage." I took a deep breath to push back the pressure of the raging sea of anger that was likely to force me to say things I would regret uttering. "If only your mom didn't meddle in my business, she wouldn't have had to die."
He continued, "Also, your dad is such a piece of shit. He sold his family to me for getting money and power, and now he's a lonely politician with no one to call a family. He must have felt low because your mom's side of the family was so rich. However, he should have waited a few years. After all, he had such a talented son, who could bring him millions of dollars fortune…"
It was like this every time the two of us met. Liam Hamilton ran his mouth, taunting me, bringing up all my past scars, whereas I just sucked it up because there was nothing I could do. But now, I could.
I was waiting for Shirley to get those files for me—the files that contained the crime history of Liam Hamilton and my so-called father, Xander Stratford. With those, I could put them behind the bars. Besides, killing them wouldn't nearly quench my thirst for revenge. The two of them deserved a slow, painful death.
Just a few more minutes. Wait for Shirley, Dylan.
I was hearing what Liam was saying, not saying a word unless I was asked to—kinda used to all the taunting by now—until my ears perked at the mention of Shirley.
"I really wished to get Shirley married off to Ryan Vincent. Alas! Like always, you spoiled my plan. He was just perfect for my daughter," Liam exclaimed.
A look of disgust swept across my face at the mention of that bastard of a stalker. It was out of my comprehension that how could a father stoop so low. If I had a child of my own, I would probably keep them wrapped up in a warm blanket all the time to protect them.
My hands were seriously itching to reach out to my gun and blow his brains out.
"But that stupid girl just had to fall for you," he spat out. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What did I expect from her, anyway? All women are dumb. They just can't lead a normal life. I gave that girl everything, yet she repays me by falling for the boy that has made my life a living hell." His face twisted in rage, his nose flaring.
Seeing that I was smoldering underneath my stony expressions, Liam continued, "No, it is the women who have made my life a hell. First, your mom. Then, that sister of your mother, Sienna. And now, my own daughter as well."
I clenched my jaw, trying my best to control myself. Every word that came out of his mouth was toxic, but the thing he said next was enough to make me reach the peak of my anger.
He further spoke, without any hint of remorse, "For throwing herself on you, Shirley is surely a slut."
As soon as those words clicked in my mind, I pulled out my gun from my waistband, pointing it straight on his forehead.
"Low blow," I breathed out, my eyes squinting in anger, "A very low blow."
I tolerated all his insults but calling Shirley a slut—was the last string of my patience being pulled. How could he call his own daughter a slut? He truly disgusted me.
Liam raised his eyebrows, amusement glinting on his face, which made me more furious than before. I wanted to pull the trigger but I had to wait for Shirley to bring the file. I didn't want all my efforts to go waste just for a single mistake of mine.
As Liam opened his mouth to speak further, the shattering sound of glasses against the marble floor grabbed our attention. My gun was still pointed in Liam's direction, while I looked at the source of the noise.
Shirley's mom, Hazel Hamilton, was standing stiff near the entryway, her body trembling at the scene in front of her.
"What the hell, Dylan?" she let out and ran towards us. Before I could say something, pushing Liam out of the way, she stood in front of me like a wall, putting the muzzle on her forehead all by herself. I took a step back instinctively, cautiously removing my finger from the trigger. "You will have to kill me before killing my husband."
I wanted to remove the muzzle from her forehead, but she had a firm grip on the gun.
"Mrs. Hamilton, please let go of the gun. It's dangerous," I said in an alarming tone, not wanting to hurt her.
She didn't even move an inch, as I saw tears sprinkling through her eyes. One look in her honey brown eyes and I could tell that she wasn't one to give up easily.
I was going to pull back the gun by force, but when I caught Liam smirking from behind her, I knew something was about to happen. Something very bad.
Liam took a pocket knife out of nowhere. When I saw him holding the knife behind his wife, which Hazel didn't notice, I let out, "No!"
But it was too late as Liam had already stabbed her behind her back—a literal backstab.
A look of betrayal overwhelmed Hazel's facial expressions more than the writhing pain. Liam twisted the knife inside her body, letting the blood gush out of her wound. As she was holding onto my gun, she clung to it, mistakenly pressing the trigger. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the wound that might have been inflicted on her. But thankfully, it had missed her and hit somewhere else.
"You cheater," those were the last words she uttered before her body fell backward on the floor.
After that, everything was a blur as Shirley came in and started yelling at me for something I never did.
Anger started to chew me alive, so before I knew it, I was bolting off the mansion in a hurry to escape—even in the heavy rain.
When I settled in the car, I closed the door aloud.
I was soaked in the rain while I got out of the house. But who would care about me? Who would even bother to see a drenched Dylan? Who would care if I get a high fever and die? No one would.
The only person who would've really cared about me didn't trust me.
Shirley Hamilton.
She didn't bother giving me a chance to explain myself, to tell her everything. She didn't let me explain. Each time I tried to tell her, she accused me of killing someone. She was the one who told me that everything that happened wasn't my damn fault, yet she put all the blame on me, without bothering to justify the actual truth.
Killing someone was nothing new for me. But how could she even imagine I would kill someone she cared for?
Did I look like some sick psychopath, only killing the people she loved, just to get her full attention? What did she think of me as?
I thought she would at least ask me, 'What happened?' But no! She had to look at me as a criminal; which I was but not in this case.
It sucked to see that look in her eyes—the look of pure hatred.
It hurts!
"Argh!" I groaned, punching on the steering wheel.
It was humiliating for me to get accused of a murder I didn't even commit. I punched the steering wheel again. "She had no right to feel betrayed!"
Only I had the right to feel betrayed because she didn't trust me. She promised me that she would trust me, come what may. She promised to stay with me forever. But all those promises were fake. Fucking fake.
Like father, like daughter.
What did I expect? I was the fool here. I let my beliefs get swayed by a sham gush of wind.
Love was just a four-letter word without trust, after all. And that turned out to be Shirley's love. It didn't have trust. It had fake promises.
I groaned, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
The pain in my heart, I didn't expect to feel it. I thought no words could affect me after I lost my family. But when I got Shirley, it was different. It felt different.
But now, I was betrayed by the love of my life. Motherfucking love crap ruined Dylan Lewiston.