Kiss Me Or Kill Me (Kiss Me Or Kill Me)

Chapter 33: Yohan Alcester Ronstar (part 2)

I sat down at the table with one arm supporting my cheek, my eyes looking straight at my mother who was talking to herself with an excited feeling.

"Hahh, basics" I said with a long sigh.

I got off my chair and approached her.

"Mother, you should take a nap" I said.

He looked at me confused, but suddenly smiled.

"Alright, please inter-room" he said.

I drove him to his room, covered him and waited until he was completely asleep.

Hah, my poor mother, I thought.

From the moment of my father's death, my mother became more cheerful, but her attitude turned strange, I understood that, no matter how she was still my mother who I loved the most.

Until one day, while I was sleeping, I felt someone cover my whole face with a pillow, I gasped and gasped because I couldn't breathe.

I thrashed with all my might until I finally kicked him.

I removed the pillow from my face and took a deep breath and threw it away, I almost died from suffocation.

Then I allowed my eyes to see who the perpetrator was.

I rounded my eyes when I saw my mother standing with a restless face and her tears breaking.

"....I-mother"

"Yohan, my son are you okay?I'm sorry Yohan, forgive your mother" she said, trembling.

"..."

I don't understand, why after all, does she want me dead too?.

"Mother, do you want me dead?" ask me with unblinking eyes.

I can't believe, the mother I know loved me so much that wanted me to disappear from this world, I felt claustrophobic about the harsh reality.

I saw my mother crying sobbing and muttering an apology continuously, she approached me and hugged me.

I was drowning in her miserable cry and it made me shed my tears and return her embrace.

However, not long after that, her hands slowly moved towards my neck and pressed down on that part until I could not breathe.

He choked me with all his might, his face turned ghastly, it was no longer my mother.

I was about to die, my vision began to darken, and then I tried to fumble the nightstand next to me and managed to reach for a vase of flowers, without hesitation I hit him right on the head and immediately his head spit out a lot of blood, finally his hand that strangled me was released.He staggered while holding his head.

The feeling of tightness and irritation is now back on my chest.

"Yohan, what did you do to your mother?" she said while crying.

"..."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH?" His shouting.

I who had lost my mind also took the shards of the flower vase and slashed his thighs until he rested, then with his crazy I strangled my own mother until finally she died.

When I found out he was not moving anymore, I looked at his pitiful face, glaring eyes and gaping mouth right in front of me.

My body shook violently when I realized that, then I approached her and shook her body, but her body did not shake and did not respond, I put my ears on her chest, there was no heartbeat.

"..Mother" muttered.

After that, I began to get confused, I planned to put it in the garden together with my father, but I came back to think that he could not be happy if he had to be reunited with the man.

Then I decided to take her to her bedroom, which is now my room.

The 11-year-old me had a hard time moving it to the top loft, but with a little effort I was finally able to bring it up, I put my mom in that little bed over there to make her feel comfortable.

I've been living alone ever since, I was a little worried when the police suddenly launched an investigation into the disappearance of my parents, and fortunately they didn't go through the details of my entire house.

You naive fools, my inner attitude toward those cops.

That was the first time I met Mr. Nathan, he felt sorry to see me crying at the time.

I also often play at his place and often help at his wife's shop.

Yeah, I don't really know anything about my Dad or my mom's relatives, and it seems that even if they do exist, they don't really care about me.

Oh yeah, Mr. Nathan even said I could stay with him because I was already considered his son.

His intentions are so good, right?But regardless, I'm sure he just wants to take the opportunity.

I have a house, a car, and a treasure that my parents still have left, so you know why Nathan wants me to stay with him.

I've lived well since then, I don't feel lonely because I know that my mother is still with me.

With my friendly nature and can take people's hearts, I can very easily find friends, I also like a lot of people, I really enjoy my life,bergonta change girlfriends because they themselves come to me.

At the age of 18 years, exactly just entered college, this is the first time I bring a woman to my house, usually I only spend time with the ****** it was in their hotel or apartment, but not this time.I wanted to try something new, so I took one of them to my house.

Actually this woman is not my girlfriend, I met her in a cafe, because she was alone so I took her to walk with me, when I offered to go to my house, she quickly said yes, really women******* aren't they?

I lit a cigarette and smoked it, smoke billowing into the room as I exhaled it from my mouth.

Still bare-chested, I poured beer in my glass and glassed the woman in front of me.

He looked down, maybe he was embarrassed because he did not wear a thread on his body.

Yes, we just did a hot thing, just in case the conditions are like that.

"You know, I've told you my story, and about my mother, I have absolutely no regrets about doing that to her, but I feel happy that I freed her from all her suffering" I said, smoking my cigarette.

"..."

I love this woman, she's a good listener, she's even listened to my long story.

"You said you like me because I'm handsome, right?So after I tell you that, can you still like me?"

"..."

The woman did not answer and just bowed her head earlier.

Hah, I who was getting hot was sipping the beer in my grasp.

Then I saw the woman in front of me staggering and slumping down.

I glanced at the woman who fell down.

"Pfft, hahaha I held you here too long huh" I said as I held my laughter.

I forgot that a few minutes ago I stabbed him in the back with a knife and it was right in his heart, even his pajamas were still stuck in his back.

Hah, I was even preoccupied with taking her stories and forgetting about it, I muttered.

I dragged the woman who had become a corpse into the underground while giggling at how stupid I was.