Chapter 73 - 73. His Attitude Because Of Hate

Behind the hug Edwards was still sobbing, not long after he released the hug from me and gently held my hair. his face looks so innocent, like a baby who doesn't understand anything.

"Mom? Where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back? I'm afraid tp be here mom, you left me in that empty house and I was held as a captive by bad people. Mom? Do you not love me anymore?" The question is quite complicated for me to answer, is the pain that Edwards is experiencing right now a mistake from the past? or is there really a great trauma that makes he look like this?

He said that his mother left him and he was held captive by the bad guys? What is the kidnapping case that he experienced in the past?.

But why did he call Mom? Isn't his nickname for Mrs. Anne is his Mommy?

I took his hand, then brought it to my chest. He opened his eyes in surprise, but I replied with a sweet smile.

"There's something I have to do, so I just accidentally left you alone. I'm sorry about that? Do you want to forgive mom? Will you?" I said quietly, and he nodded quickly.

"Mom.. You don't know what happened to me? When I was kidnapped and held by a bad person? He said that I will die, I will die and no one can find me. But I believe, I believe that you will came back. But more longer I waited for mother, the more hopeless I was. Mother never came back, I was alone and I could only stare at the dark ceiling of the room. Until finally a little girl opened the door of the room and said that I have to go out, that girl very beautiful. Her eyes are round and her smile is so charming. I clearly remember when she held me out of her hand, I saw the big hope from her little hand. That's when I had the zest for life again, mother.. Why did you come back so late an appear right now? What if you came back at that time, everything will be okay, right?." Edwards' eyes already looked different.

now he looked into my eyes with an angry look, his face was red and the tears that had been flowing had just dried up. I swallowed hard because I was a little afraid of the look in his eyes.

His hand that had been stroking my hair slowly he pulled it, from soft to he pulled really so tight.

"Edwards!" I said screaming albut not too loud, I felt my scalp hurt a lot. my face tilted upwards and I saw an evil smile on Edwards' lips.

"You evil mother! you really bastard..!!How can you leave me!!! You must die! You deserve to die!!! You deserve to die!!!" he kept pulling my hair and making me struggle hard to get it off. That's when he let go of the tuft of my hair, I thought he would stop. But instead he grabbed my neck and strangled it tightly.

I felt all the air around me thinning, I looked into his eyes full of anger and hatred. I let out a tear, wishing that Edwards would wake up and let go of the chuckles around my neck.

"Ed... Ward... Let go.. let me go..." I said trying to struggle, his hands were getting tighter and tighter to strangle my neck. At that moment I felt my world crumble! I felt the remnants of oxygen around me running out and I felt that I would die right now.

My hands had stopped fighting back, I held Edwards' face instead and gave the sweetest smile. Even though I know my lips are no longer able to curl up.

"Ed... You are a good boy." I said with difficulty, I stroked his head and closed my eyes. accept the death that will soon pick me up.

I've given up, maybe I will die at the hands of Edwards. I don't want to fight, I'll just sit back and enjoy the pain before my death.

When I really closed my eyes, somehow I didn't feel the pain anymore. My neck feels free and I can breathe well. am i dead?

I opened my eyes again, and I saw Edwards' face as it was before. his face looks sad but he doesn't shed any tears, he keeps looking into my eyes. I know that he is confused, maybe he is confused why I can be so resigned.

"Why? Why are you silent?" Edwards asked, his tone weakened, he looked frightened. he sat in his place and hugged himself, his eyes still on mine.

My body just stood still, lying limp and helpless. I don't want to answer what Edwards asked, I just want to take a good breath now. I still feel a little pain in my neck.

"Why? why are you so quiet?. Everyone would just beat me up and tie me to the bed. Some even took me to an empty room and inject lots of sedatives." Edwards said again, and I was still speechless.

I was still silent and trying to find my lost consciousness. I tried to get up, my head hurt bery bad and it felt like I was hit by a thousand hammers.

"Because I want you to believe, I'm not like the others." I'm telling the truth, I don't know whether Edwards is fully awake by now or not. I don't know if he's still acting weird or not, because I can't tell the difference between all of his attitudes at the moment.

He was still hugging himself, sitting with his legs bent close to his chest. His hands gripped tightly, not wanting to let go. his body is still naked wearing only shorts, sweat is pouring down on his perfect body

Edwards, you're too perfect to be a freak.

I crawled slowly over to him, then sat down in front of him and stroked his soft hair again. "You're so nice, why should I treat you differently?" I said once again.

"I'm evil, I kill a lot of people. I hate them, they only want my money." Edwards said.

"There's nothing wrong with hating them, there's nothing wrong with killing them. What's wrong with you ? is really necessary for you to hurt yourself with all that hate? even though for complicated things. Why do you bother thinking about other people, when you can hurt them all without even thinking about it. You know Edwards? Hate will always be rooted to the bottom of the heart, it can't die and keeps growing deeper and more deeper. . And you know what happens next? What happens is that you will die with that hate. I'm not going to tell you not to hate those people, but I just want you to know. When the hatred in your heart resurfaces, hold my hand and believe that I will help you through Everything.." I said sincerely.