Chapter 7: Dark within him
Ash's pov ;
One day, when Samantha fakingly blamed me for breaking our mother's favourite cup and my mom scolded me, something inside me snapped. The accusation was the last straw. I remember the way Samantha smirked at me, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as our mother's fury turned on me.
"Why did you break this, brat?" Mom's voice was cold, sharp.
"No, I didn't," I protested, but my words fell on deaf ears. Samantha stood there, playing the innocent victim as our mother's anger flared.
"You're lying! Why can't you ever just be good?" she screamed.
In a blind rage, I pushed Samantha. I didn't mean for it to be so hard, didn't mean for her to fall out of the window. But she did. The next few moments were a blur of screaming, the sound of shattering glass, and Samantha's terrified cry as she plummeted.
By some miracle, she survived the fall, but she was seriously injured, to the point she almost died.
My mother's response was immediate and brutal. She beat me brutally, each blow filled with her pent-up anger and disappointment. Then, she locked me in my room without food or water for two days. I cried and begged to be let out, but she ignored my begging.
But did I feel bad or guilty for what I did? No, I didn't. I wouldn't have felt sorry even if Samantha had died that day.
And that's why everyone used to call me a freak and weirdo. The emotion of remorse, I was unable to feel it.
Eventually, the news reached my father. He came running back from abroad, panic-stricken and furious. When he found me, weak and trembling in the room, he scooped me up and held me tight.