Flower Seller Girl

Cry out!

Dion's POV

I sat listlessly in a long iron chair– that is near me– that this hospital provides. Yes, the Mental Hospital.

I've never set foot in a place like this in my entire life. To cross my mind even a second never. But in reality here I am now. A cruel fate led me to step here.

The voice of my wife's grim screams–which when the wedding promise I first mentioned her full name Liora Annetta– slowly began to dim in my forest. I could no longer afford to take him to the intensive space in question. I really could not see how his hands were flanked by the people in white clothes.

I closed my eyes as my head leaned against the wall. I was angry at the fate that could so severely torture that poor woman, my wife, to this painful extent. I can understand if I just saw Lily crying over the loss of our father and fetus like yesterday. But if you have to be brought here? Who can face this terrible ordeal?

“Aarrghh!”

I moved the position of my head that felt like it wanted to break into a lowered head, with both palms of my hands as the pedestal. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see where I was.

Papa's. In my shadow I remember my father who now only has a name. Just before his last breath, he repeatedly stated that he loved his daughter, Lily. Lily is his treasure and his life.

I believe that. Because it's been proven papa willingly beaten and killed to be able to divert the attention of the bastards from Lily.

At a time when his condition was critical, he had time to leave his daughter with words that I did not like very much. He said that I could give a little of my love to Lily. Or at least a sense of empathy for his daughter when he is gone.

“I love Lily, Pa. I love him,” murmured me while banging on such a tight chest. I don't know when these tears have been shed.

I humbled my stupidity which at that time could only nod. I responded so maybe because I was too panicked with papa's condition or to be able to immediately calm his heart. Yes, I was a fool because while he was alive, I never told him how I felt about his daughter. At that time I thought it was not very important. But now I realize, a confession is very meaningful, especially for parents so that they can calmly release their children. I muttered the word love a few times, even without saying it, I'm sure by now papa must have known how much I love his daughter.

The pat on the shoulder made me open my eyes for a moment. From the pants that guy wears, I'm sure he's Carol.

“Lily is calmer now after being given a sedative syringe.” Carol opened her voice after sitting next to me. I kept my face out of the reach of her eyes. No one has ever seen me cry. I can't even remember the last time I cried.

“Isn't it always like that? He will only calm down if he has been injected with a tranquilizer or fainting.”

Sometimes I look up still to Carol so that these tears do not continue to slide. Instead of subsiding, my tears even more so - so considering Lily's current condition. “Say, until when will he continue like this?” I asked to distract Carol so she wouldn't notice that I was crying. I kept my face away from him.

“Why is it like this? Why would fate allow him to suffer like this?!” I snapped at Carol who was clearly not wrong. He didn't answer. But his hand still moved to pat my shoulder. “Say, why did that poor woman have to accept suffering at such a young age?” my connection is getting sobbing again. I then lowered my head while gripping my hair which I thought was getting longer. I immediately dispelled the thought of that insignificant hair.

“Because there are great people who will always support it.” Carol stopped making a pat on my shoulder. I looked at him looking straight ahead. “Don't you forget that I was in a bad position too. Did you forget how my little Cia-daughter-was shaken by her mother's death?”

Carol looked at me who was silent. “You're luckier than me. You can still see it every day and the possibility to recover is there. While me and Cia?”

I'm stunned. I really didn't mean to remind him of his wife. I found a drop of water at the end of his eye. “Rol...”.

“Lily needs support from the people closest to her, especially you. You are the most influential person in his healing apart from medication. So, be strong for Lily!”

Carol stand. The man who was my family's best friend and doctor touched my shoulder again. “Cia who was 5 years old when she left her mother could be cheerful again, and I'm sure Lily can also. To support her recovery, Lily needs strong people who can always be by her side.”

Carol passed by leaving me still riveted. I could still see him taking off his glasses and wiping away the tears. In silence I admit that he is a tough guy.

***

My steps lunglai down the path by footpath. Until I finally arrived at this well-groomed room. Earlier this morning before our departure for RSJ, Carol and I worked hard to calm down Lily who was unwilling to calm down and constantly screamed. The last tranquilizer Carol would give my wife was broken, because Lily managed to snatch it and throw it.

The ringing of the phone sign there was an incoming message that I had ignored earlier, now reads back. In a fit of annoyance I reached into my pocket and read who the sender was after the flat object was in my hand. Turns out the messages are in a row from Phase.

While carrying my tired body towards the sofa, I read the messages lazily. Especially if it's not about work. But in the last message, my blood managed to boil.

Sir, tomorrow is Clara's first hearing. Are you going to....

Not yet have I read all the contents of the Phase message regarding that demonic woman, I directly linked the call and gave her the order. “Make sure those savage humans can't survive. Make sure papa and my son and Lily get their fair share of justice!” I insist in a loud voice.

I immediately turned off the call without hearing a sound from there. My emotions overflowed. Remember when I used to strangle that woman brutally at the police station. Until finally I got in trouble because I was a vigilante and almost threw his life away. All those years I hurt women.

How disgusting. I don't know why I ever loved that kind of woman.