Chapter 61: Too Late To Apologize

LUTHER held my hands and begged, “Stop using these hands to kill people and surrender now, Pa.”

When I closed my eyes, I saw him trying to wipe my tears away. He kneeled beside me and with a haunted look on his face, he whispered, “Pa… why do you love seeing me suffer? Don’t be like this. Stop killing me. My heart is not as strong as yours. I’ve barely recovered. Please don’t kill me again. If you do that, I don’t think I could survive again. Do me a favor. Just this one thing. If I’m going to die, at least let me die by the enemy’s hands. Not by my father’s. That would be too much of a tragedy, don’t you think?”

My shoulders shook when I wept for the countless time today. When I was younger, I didn’t know why a father would treat his son the way he treated me. I made a vow to be different once I become a father myself. But I was no different. I had hurt my own flesh and blood. I trampled on Luther’s heart so many times before and even attempted to kill him.

I didn’t even get to teach