Davey and his mask!
âHow does it feel?â Davey inquired with a knowing tone.
He intended for her to relive those harrowing years, yet now he posed the question âhow does it feelâ as if he were a pitifully merciful figure.
Caseyâs teeth audibly clenched, longing to consume his flesh and blood.
âIt should be you experiencing something,â she uttered through gritted teeth.
âDavey, you murdered my parents solely to imprint this into my mind, didnât you?â she asked sarcastically.
âCertainly, I remember it.
Youâre the individual responsible for my parentsâ demise, and Iâll never forget it.
â
After masquerading as an innocent fool for so long, Casey could finally unleash her hatred without inhibition, no longer compelled to conceal it.
She fervently wished for Daveyâs demise a thousand times!
Daveyâs lips subtly contorted downward.
Evidently, that was not his intent.
He desired for Casey to recollect it was him who had supported her during those dark times when her parents died.
He aimed for her to acknowledge that she couldnât exist without him.
Davey proceeded to untie her ropes.
In truth, at this juncture, Casey lacked the strength to resist.
Davey had merely bound her hands and obscured her vision to acquaint her with the sensation of darkness.
He regarded her tenderly and remarked, âCasey, youâve always been too impulsive, unable to recognize that Iâm acting in your best interests.
â
Casey nearly succumbed to laughter.
Gazing at his hypocritical countenance, she questioned, âAre you suggesting that you murdered my parents for my benefit?â
âIndeed.
They couldnât provide you with any strength, only suffering.
I was merely helping you.
â Davey slid a report across the table, stating, âYouâre unaware, but both your parents were battling cancer at the time, their lives already fleeting.
I acted only to spare you the agony of their passing.
â
Caseyâs gaze was fixed on the yellowed medical report, the faded print revealing the physicianâs name, Isaac Nguyen.
This doctor had treated her family, but the reportâs validity was in question.
Davey knocked over a stack of old letters, saying, âThese are Huttonâs last words to you.
He wrote these eighteen letters for you, knowing his time was limited.
He finished them just before the tragedy occurred.
â
With trembling hands, Casey opened the letters, and the familiar scrawl of her fatherâs handwriting leapt out at her.
Every word, every sentence, revealed his anguish at leaving her behind and his profound worries for her well-being.
Hutton wasnât worried about himself, but about Caseyâs future.
He feared who would care for her, if anyone would take advantage of her kindness, and who would keep her safe.
Casey devoured the letters, tears streaming down her face as she read, until she was consumed by racking sobs, her grief threatening to engulf her.
The grief spread like a dark stain, seeping deeper into her soul.
Davey, not fully grasping the depth of her sorrow, offered an insensitive remark.
âYou should find comfort in knowing they passed away peacefully.
After all, your mother was spared the burden of knowing she had cancer until the very end.
â
Caseyâs gaze fell upon Davey with a mix of shock and disgust, her eyes wide with incredulity as if beholding a soulless creature devoid of empathy.
âHow dare you claim you ended their lives to spare them suffering, yet expect me to be thankful for your twisted mercy?â
âI took that pain upon myself, to spare you the agony of their loss.
I was helping you!â Davey declared, his eyes narrowed.
âAhhh!â Caseyâs composure shattered, and she could no longer contain her anguish.
She felt a crushing guilt.
Her parentsâ fate was her fault.
If only she had kept her distance from Davey, they wouldnât have been murdered by him.
His twisted âhelpâ was a direct result of her involvement with him.
Even if her parents had been sick, at least she would have had the chance to say goodbye, to hold them one last time.
She could have spent those precious moments by their side, helping them tick off their final bucket list, creating cherished memories, instead of being torn away from them in such a sudden and cruel manner.
However, Daveyâs murder changed everything.
They left without a goodbye, leaving only regret that would last a lifetime.
âCasey, youâre not strong enough.
I was honest with you, but even after all this time, you still canât face the truth,â Davey sneered.
Casey retreated, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of fear and revulsion, whispering, âYouâre not human, Davey.
Youâre a monster.
â
Hearing that, he loomed over her, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
âCasey, I did it all for you, to protect you.
Why canât you see that?â