Chapter 76

Jayden Shein's sentiments

I killed someone?

W-What have I done?

I washed my hand at the faucet several times, just to wash it over and over again but the dirt of my sin remained. He entered, my great father who doesn't give a damn for his son's sake. I'm so ashamed to be his son.

"Good and awake! Do you know what you did?” I didn't bother to look. They're making me sick. I even heard mom cry, for what? I'm so sick of living with their expectations. I'm so sick to be their son.

"Face me!" I didn't move nor flinch. I am a criminal. I killed someone. I'm so sick of these hands. They are dirty. How many times should I rince it to just to get rid of the dirt of what I did? No. It's permanent. It's like a virus, running towards my system and slowly killing me.

"Stop it Jayden. Your hand is getting sore." I took my hand back from Mommy. Why would he stop me? I want to clean it. It's not clean yet.

"Oliver will go to jail," I stopped. In the middle of rinsing the dirt in my hands, I stopped.