The Continent of Europe

Chapter 61's

...CHAPTRE 61...

...PASTE (1)...

His feet were trembling as if they were no longer strong. All his joints and muscles were supportive, screaming fatigue told him to stop. But alas, the brunette-haired girl insisted on continuing to run. Keep pushing yourself even though the oxygen levels in the lungs begin to slowly thin out.

"I hate running!" rosaline said with a huff when she stopped.

His body bends forward with his hands above his knees and occasionally takes a breath.

Finally, after crossing a long road or many kilometers, Rosaline finally stopped. His head looked up at the name bar of Smith's house while his hand trembled at the door knob.

By the time he entered, Rosaline had found no one there. There was no sign of Julian, Reagan, or Daniel, but there was only the sound of broken things

suddenly I heard from upstairs.

"What's that sound?" Sluggishly.

Rosaline involuntarily gulped her own saliva. His hands clenched tightly, but not as strong as in the coffee shop. Slowly, Rosaline forced her exhausted legs after running down the stairs and went to the second floor.

I don't know why hearing something break is not a good sign. Always remind him of bad events.

Rosaline poked her head out from behind the door, peeking at the room where the sound of the broken item had come from. Instantly, by the time she looked into the room, Rosalina could not hide the shock on her face.

Over there. Julian with his bloodstained hands stood between the shards of the shard of Daniel's beloved vase. Reagan stood not far from the two of them, looking in shock, while Daniel was holding onto Julian who was rampaging like a bull.

"Stop Julian!" Shouted Daniel.

His arms that hugged Julian's body tightened even more, trying to stop the man from destroying the items around them.

"Let go of me Daniel! I'll burn the golden money alive!"

Although he had completely stopped him, Daniel still lost competitiveness with Julian's body differences whose dominance was indeed greater than him. So that makes the man can easily escape from Daniel's confinement.

"Come on, Julian! Pull yourself together!" He screamed, right in Julian's ear.

Instead of stopping, Julian was getting a bit more violent. Even from a distance of five meters Rosaline could see sparks of hatred appearing in the eyes of the man. Looking in all directions as if ready to burn alive the person he hates.

With the rest of the courage she had, Rosaline stepped closer to the three men. His trembling hands he brought closer to the mouth, making it look like a funnel and then yelling, "STOP IT!"

All the attention in the room was then fixed on him as soon as the sound of his catfish was heard and immediately filled the room.

The three of them were silent. No more swearing came out of Julian's mouth when he came to his senses with Rosaline nearby.

"Rosey?" Sluggishly.

"What are you doing Julian! You destroyed Daniel's favorite vase!" Getting angry.

"Ti—it's okay, Rosie. After all it's just a bu— vase"

"Are you angry about the news? Did the news upset you, Julian?"

Rosaline could see as Daniel slowly loosened his arms as if Julian had regained his composure. The man stood right behind Julian. Just like Reagan and Rosaline, Daniel was also waiting for him to answer.

"What news do you mean, Rosie?" Chirp Reagan.

Without further ado or answering the twin's question, Rosaline immediately grabbed the remote tv on the table and turned on the television. Instantly news of the Vreaa family's murder filled the room again.

"A murder case twenty-five years ago involving the Vreaa family? What does this mean, Julian?"

"That's a murder case that got your father in jail. I told you before that I was your father's cellmate?"

"Yes. But you never told us the truth."

Julian shrinking. "Thomas wants me to hide it."

The atmosphere around them was instantly suffocating. Both Rosaline and Reagan and Daniel could feel a dark aura emerging from Julian's body.

"Elijah and Daniel."

"So our mother and you know about it, Daniel?"

Daniel nodded.

"Why didn't anyone tell us about this?"

Rosaline quickly clasped Reagan's hand as the man walked closer towards Daniel and Julian. Their eyes were glued to each other. Sticky as if given glue.

"As I said just now, Thomas wants me to hide it from you two. Enough of us, those golden money guys, and your mother knows it."

"What happened ten years ago because of this? The families of the victims didn't take it because my father was released and they massacred our family?"

Julian took a deep breath before replying. "From the beginning there were no families of victims, Reggie. Thomas was framed by the fucking golden money!"

"stuck? What's the relationship between dad and the golden money?"

Julian glanced at Daniel. "Should I?"

"Up to you. If it's time, tell them Julian."

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

25 Years ago.

"Let go!"

Julian, who was sleeping, woke up

shock when the sound of the cell door opening was rough and the brunnet-headed man was forcibly inserted inside. He looked at the man and the two prison guards who were fighting each other's mouths.

Various words came out from each other's mouths. And there was no sign of the three of them giving in and stopping. Then, Julian considered it an interesting spectacle.

He fixed his sitting position and leaned against the back wall, making both of his hands a comfortable cushion for his head to lean on. His eyes continued to watch the three men until finally one of the prison guards spat and the brunnete man fell silent.

"Shut up! You're gonna be in this prison forever damn!"

That night, Julian couldn't sleep at all. The roar of the poor brunnete man continued to sound in his ears. He kept shouting, calling the guards to open the cell door and let go.

It's a pity to have Julian describe his condition that night. Because of how hard the man yelled —even until his voice disappeared— destiny never sided with him. The ears of the guards were as if they were thick as cotton, which meant that none of them had rubbed them.

"Stop!" Julian exclaimed, hoping that the man would stop roaring.

Their eyes suddenly glued to each other. At that moment, Julian was anxious to laugh when he saw the brunnete man's face before him look extremely pitiful. His tears continued to linger, rushing as if there was no more restraint there.

"Why?"

"They'll never listen to you. So hush! I'm going to sleep!"

"Just sleep then!" Keto.

Julian felt his eyes twitch in annoyance. This was the first time anyone dared to answer him and also, this was the first time he wanted so badly to hit the man's head instead of killing him.

"I can't sleep because of your female-like roar!" Julian's reply, emotion.

The brunnete man was silent. The cry that

it sounded annoying to slowly disappear. "I'm sorry," he chirped and sat down to Julian's back.

Somehow and why, Julian's heart seemed to be squeezed like a clothesline. There was something in his heart that was angry for making the man stop crying. Yes, he may be the victim. Think of it as a tumblr.

"I'm Julian Nolan Torres. You're who?"

The man slowly turned his head towards Julian, but did not completely turn around. "I'm Thomas Ben Vreaa."