The Return of The Gangster Lord; Mark Smith

chapter 6

Mark's point of view 

I lifted my head heavily and turned towards the voice and I was shocked to see Jocelyn's mum staring down at me with furious red eyes.

She didn't wait for my words as she began to hit me with the flower in her hand. I wished to dodge the hit but I couldn't.

I deserved it, I could only hold still as I received my punishment. “You killed my only daughter, you ingrate. You useless one.

She supported your dream but guess what your dream did to her, it took her life. All she did was love you. You are evil.

You cursed human being, you disgust me!” She kept yelling as she kept hitting me. I endured it all and suddenly it stopped.

I looked up only to see she was sobbing into her husband's arm. He caught her in time during her outburst and led her away from me.

I watched how much he acted and I wondered if I ever matched up to him In affection and control he had on his woman.

I guess I wasn't man enough.

“Don't blame yourself!” A voice said, I felt startled as it sounded so suddenly near my left ear. I turned only to see Jocelyn's father kneeling right beside me.

When did he get here?

“I am so sorry sir!” I said as I couldn't think of anything else to say to the man who just lost his only daughter.

“Sorry for what exactly?” He questioned, I swallowed hard thinking about his unexpected question.

“You think you killed her just because of my wife's outburst?” He asked and laughed like a maniac. “It's fate, do you know what fate is?

I guess you don't. Jocelyn was still going to die even if she didn't get shot at the gallery. Death is inevitable and we all have our destiny written already.

My wife is just too sad and looking for who to get on to ease her pain and you fell victim. Don't be depressed because of her.

She will come back to her senses very soon.if Jocelyn  had encountered an accident and died or had a health crisis and died.

No one will blame you for her death, so is this situation. I am sure if you have a way to control the damage, you would have taken the shot.

I know you love her and she loves you too. You also lost a loved one, go home and rest. It's cold out here!” He said and placed the flower in his hand down and stood up.

He took a few steps before stopping to look at me. “Jocelyn won't want to see you like this, go home. If you are worried about my wife. Come and see her in a week.

She will be sober enough to speak to you!” He said and walked away. My body felt warmth from his words and just like he instructed.

I rose to my feet and bowed for the last time before walking back to the car. I met Sara just by the door and it seems she has been there for a long time.

For the first time, I noticed her puffed cheeks and black eyes, her eyeballs were red and shoot out. She must have been crying all this while.

“Welcome sir” she tried to cover her face and get into the car and since I noticed, I didn't say anything else as I allowed her to get into the car and drive me back to my apartment.

It was a very silent and slow ride. She seemed more emotional than the first ride but I didn't mention it at all.

She drove into my garage and we alighted. She offered to take my load in but I stopped her and collected them from her.

“You need to rest as well. Go home!” I said, I really don't know how to comfort her as I was quite broken myself.

I picked my pace and walked into my apartment. I shut the door behind me and it was just like a flood. Her scent filled my nostril once again.

This was her second home and she was always mentioning it as she kept everything in order according to her preferences.

I dragged my feet towards her large picture frame that was sitting just right there for me to see. She was so beautiful as she smiled.

Everything about her was perfect, even her imperfections as I could see she belonged here and there and who knew this would be all I would have of her memory?

She looks to clean up my apartment at every chance she has but her energy matches up with her ADHD, she won't ever get everything done.

She either get bored and another thing catches her attention, causing her thing to be up and down and guess what?

I love it! Every bit it makes me feel like she has been possessive of me. Claiming ownership over her man and her things.

It is hard to believe she is gone just like that! It was just yesterday.

I tried to muster up courage to fight depression but it had a stronger hold on me.

Jocelyn gave my life a new meaning. She made me a man with a new vision. She made my escape from home worth it all.

She was the angel I was expecting all my years. My soulmate.

Suddenly the rain started pouring heavily like it was a preplanned situation and a sad smile broke out on my lips as I remembered how rainy days were with Jocelyn.

Sweet and fun. She gets cold easier but won't stop things that will make her get cold just to have an excuse to snuggle up with me all the time.

She was a cute big baby, my own big baby! How cruel could death be to take her away from me?