Flashes of that night come to me as Ms Rowland's question settles in my mind.

I stand up from my seat, which shocks Ms Rowland. I do not dwell on her express, though.

I walk out of the room, dumping into Hunter on my way out.

"Woah, where are you rushing to?" Hunter asks, but I decide to ignore him. I know that it is rude of me to do so, but I want to get away. I want to be alone for a bit.

I walk away from him and into my bedroom which is a few doors away, closing it and making sure I lock it.

My breathing becomes heavy as I remember. I lean my head on the door, sliding down onto the floor as I remember that day. The day seeming like it was yesterday, the memory is so fresh; yet painful.

I feel anger, hatred and most of all regret.

That night was suppose to be a night of happiness, a night of passion and a night of love. But I guess happiness and love are not in my destiny.

They ruined everything. My parents and my enemies ruined everything for me.

I would have been married with my son in my arms. I would have been happy and complete. I would have had my happily ever after.

But everything was washed away by the rains, together with the blood on that day.

I had it all planned. I finally decided to settle down. I thought I had it all planned out, but I guess I was not the only one planning.

The site was ready, the guests were present and the love of my life was alive.

Bianca was her name. Bianca was a savage, a queen, an angel, a fighter and most importantly a mother.

She was the mother of my child. She and I were expecting a son, she was pregnant with my first child.

Bianca and I were together for five years before I popped the question. I am not and was never the romantic type of person.

I love my peace and quiet. I love silent places with people I love next to me. I love making memories with people that I cherish and people that cherish me in return.

I never expected for Bianca to be pregnant, and I guess she did not expect the same as well. The shock on her face as the doctor told us the news was priceless. The pregnancy was past the first trimester and the baby was suppose to be born four months later.

It was shocking because the bump was very small, it was not noticeable. But you could tell that Bianca gained a bit of weight. If it was not for her fainting on that day, then we would not have found out till the day of labor or a few months down the line.

The day of my arrival from war, was also the day we found out about the pregnancy, and I was so happy about it. But Bianca had a different expression on her face.

I saw how nervous she was and I was too. But I decided to show her that I was happy, which I was. I had to convince her that everything will be alright.

I told her that I would protect her and our child. But I failed to fulfil my promises.

I saw how happy she was when she saw that I would not leave her side.

We spent a few weeks planning everything. We planned our future. We had it all figured out, but the plans that we made were not the same as those of the universe.

I remember seeing my mother and a rivalry gang a few days after the engagement party, but I decided to not pay attention to it. Which was a big mistake on my part.

I remember shaking my head at the picture that was in front of me. I thought she was preaching some good news to him, and I guess she was; she was preaching about my downfall to him.

They say that a mother's love is what every child needs, but my mother was the worst of them all. The woman was always manipulative. I remember how she hit me every night with anything that was near.

How can a woman plan the death of her son?

I remember going home, shouting Bianca's name out. I had a bad feeling when I did not hear her response, I knew that something was wrong.

I looked around. I searched our bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, the garage, the nursery and the all damn house.

But I forgot to search one part of the property, which was the garden. The thought of the garden came too late.

I remember hearing an engine outside the house, a car speeding out of the property.

I ran in the direction of the garden when I saw a red substance being washed away with the rains. I forgot my umbrella and everything else, because I knew that the car belonged to a rivalry gang.

I remember finding Bianca in her own blood on the cold floor, the rains hitting her aggressively.

I remember lifting her in my arms and taking her inside the house, my vision blurry.

I had to check her body for injuries, and I found the injury but it was not what I was expecting.

A gun wound on her belly and one on her chest, on the left side. I tried to save her, I tried removing the bullets but it was too late.

Bianca died in my arms and if it was not for Hunter coming to check up on me, I would have killed myself.

The day of our small court wedding, was the day of my fiance and child's death.

I remember how the police arrested me at the funeral. I was still in disbelief and hearing that I was accused of the murder was like a punch to my heart.

The funny part is that those that birthed me were the one's responsible for all that happened. It did not take a genius to know that my own parents were involved.

I saw their faces at the funeral, I saw the smirks on their faces as the police took me away.

And them coming to the supreme jail to mock me was the day they seized to be my parents.

I wish I exposed them before they disowned me, I wish I ruined them before they ruined me. I wish I ruined their reputation infront of the people they fool.

My former parents were and will always be hypocrites. They hid their true colors from the church and public: they were abusive and alcoholics.

They hide their liqour bottles under their beds and I guess ten year old me was on a hunter because I remember walking into their room so I could get my football.

I remember the punches, whoops, burns and abusive words I heard when my parents found me holding their bottle of liquor.

I want to laugh as I remember that day. I want to cry as well as die. I want to shield myself from the world that is outside my comfort zone.

My parents never and can never understand that they built this monster. They will never understand that they were the ones that made me the devil's child.

They will never understand that they are responsible for all the evil that I will do to them when I am free from my demons.

I stand up from the floor, walking towards my drawer. The drawer is not know by anybody else, except me.

I open the drawer, grabbing the picture and the pills.

I sit on the floor putting the picture infront of me while I pour the pills into my hands.

I throw them in my mouth, and swallowing them. I do not know how many I take but I do know that they will make me sleep.

My vision becomes blurry while my head becomes blank. I look at the picture, my eyes meeting the familiar black eyes of the people that birthed me. Their modest clothes make me feel nauseous, they want to seem holy, preaching about bodies being the temple when their hearts are the devil's playground.

"I loath you two, I wish I wasn't born to you guys." I whisper as my eyes shut, my body hitting the ground with a thud.