Chasing Sofia のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ALEX"He'll get better, Dad." Anthony's deep voice kept replaying in my head, the more I heard it, the more I was forced to increase the amount of punch I gave this man.The memories of that day flooded my mind as I punched him. And it helped me. Because I never wanted to stop, and I did not.To me, it felt like I was punching Anthony, giving him exactly what he deserved for lying, for bullying me, for allowing his friends to beat me. I felt like he was the one here, and two punches weren't enough to punish him, four wasn't enough, not even ten was enough.That day, I felt like my whole childhood days were crumbling, and all I wanted to do was coil in a bun and sleep away my sorrows. I knew if my mother was there, I would have hugged her, sought comfort in her arms, but she was gone.Every other maltreatment I ever went through from both my father and Anthony came flooding into my mind. Suddenly, I was living in those days again, suddenly I was in that dark room Anthony called 'Devil'

ALEXI placed my hands on her face caressing her cheeks. Amidst all my pride, I really felt bad for her. I couldn't imagine what she must have gone through trying to fight for herself, to wriggle out of that position that bastard out her in. I removed the revenge from my mind. Afterall, I was still human.I didn't have a sister so I didn't know what it felt like. Most of the girls I'd been with wanted to be with me. They liked my position and the money. There were times I thought I was in love but it turns out, I wasn't. But I always felt like a protector. I wanted them to be safe. I could kill women but I never stood for molesting them.I swore to find that bastard. What made him feel so entitled. Who was he anyways? Her boss? A co worker? Was that how he treated all the women in that place? Sofia must have been hiding these underneath because she wouldn't want me worried. She knows being a private investigator means I'd dig in anyways.Not that I cared but this was an actual case. A

ALEXIt was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. I was running around the garden chasing butterflies, trying to capture them for my collection. My brother had a full jar already and it was a challenge I did not want to miss out on. No it was a challenge I wanted to defeat him in. He always beat me to everything, running downstairs, first to stuff their pancakes in and even first to kill a rabbit.I was cowardly towards that. As I was a big fan of animals. My mum had a rabbit which she reared, Lola and I'd always go to feed her. Until one day I came back and I met my brother and a dead rabbit. He and my father laughed like it was completely normal and my mother only smiled. I couldn't handle pretending, and for the first time, I saw the pain behind my mother's eyes.I met her crying in the corner of the garden where I'd normally hide during a game and I didn't even need to ask her why. I just went to her and hugged her. Immediately she saw me, she wiped her tears and called me her sw

SOFIAHow was I even supposed to deal with living with a man like Ronaldo? He hated my sister and I, but Olivia still enjoyed some benefits from him because she prioritised working herself out to be his 'favourite' step daughter. But me, all I ever lived for was finding those who killed our parents and bringing them to justice. Other things should be finding a good job, having a good house and a car.Wasn't that all I was supposed to be thinking of?I remembered my childhood days. I slowly remembered those days, those times when I had no care in the world. These times were the times kids my age would dream about being a doctor, a pilot, or even a famous singer or a versatile artist. Some would begin working towards their dream work. Back then, I was among them, having nothing to worry about, having no harm from the outside world. All I thought about was school, playing with my friends, and getting home in time for dinner, and dinner meant well if my dad's friend came with a bagful of

SOFIA I squeezed my legs to my chest. Maybe I should never have ran away. I should have stayed and gotten married to him. I'll have money and the sex couldn't be all that bad. I won't have to go through all this. And who knows he might just let me finish my investigation.Now I was pimping myself out. Looking for holes in the past. Looking for something a genuine reason to make me escape from the reality of what had happened. They were odd and my worst nightmare a few months back was beginning to look like a sort of mistake for me. That I shouldn't have ventured into.Well, there was nothing I could do now. I'd come this far, going back would just be suicide. The mafia would be after me and so would Ronaldo. I had tasted freedom and I could not go back to being confined by the choices of everyone around me. It was an easy no.The word 'why' was starting to feel sour in my mouth. I kept asking myself. What could I have done better? I couldn't help but blame myself. I mean I saw the sig