My Evil Boy Toy-Chapter 269: His Pain

The man agreed and left the house so Jayden and I could spend some time alone inside the apartment.

"This is where I was born. I was not born in a hospital because dad said it was too risky. When I was just a kid, mom would always make pancakes every morning." His lips curved, trying to control his emotions.

The kitchen was finished in brushed brass panels, that had an undermount sink giving a more streamlined design. The room was finished with a Trove wallcovering on the ceiling to serve as a faux skylight.

"Look! The pan was still there!" He exclaimed while walking toward the kitchen.

He took an old pan and bitterly smiled. I knew he remember how his mother would prepare breakfast for them every day.

"Did you know she was a clean freak?" He chuckled.

"She would scold me every time I made a mess in the living room. She wanted it to be clean always. And the kitchen? It’s her favorite place. She loves baking and I remember she baked a cake on my fifth birthday. It was this big made of chocolate." He continued while making a circle with his hands.

I smiled even though I felt like crying seeing his expression. It was hard for him to remember his memories with his mother. But he had to accept that she was no longer in this world.

He walked toward the doors and opened the one on the right.

"This is my room. It’s small but I was comfortable sleeping in here. Mom would wake me every seven in the morning so I could eat breakfast before leaving for school. Dad would be behind her and they would greet me good morning. Every night, she would check on me to make sure I would sleep on time." He sighed.

Then he walked toward the other room. I heard took a deep breath before opening the door.

"This is my parent’s room. Every Saturday, we would spend the afternoon here, chatting. We talk about everything. Mom said we should not keep secrets from the people we love. She wanted to make sure that our family would have time together. She didn’t want to miss anything about dad and me."

He walked closer to the bed and sat down. I heard a creaking noise that somehow gave me chills.

I leaned on the door jamb and stared at him. I couldn’t say anything so I decided to just listen to every word he said.

"Did you know mom was still letting me sleep with them? Dad would always complain about it. I wondered why, but now I understand the reason." He laughed.

He gently touched the bed with his palm. Slowly and quietly. Then he looked at me and I was stunned when I saw the tears in his eyes.

"Why would she have to die? She’s one the nicest women and the best mom. Why would someone want her dead?" He blurted.

I rushed toward the bed and sat beside him.

"Oh, love." I whispered.

Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, hugging him right. I felt his shoulders shudder from crying. I cried with him and let him wail. He never had the chance to mourn for her mother because he was unconscious for a week after the murder.

"It’s too painful, Peg. I kept the pain and anger in my heart for years. I didn’t want to look weak so I hid myself inside. The anger consumed me and all I wanted was revenge. Peg, I’m still scared. What if I’m not strong enough? I can’t lose you, too."

"You’re not going to lose me. I’m—"

"But I can’t remember everything that happened between us. I’m so lost, Peg." He murmured.

I cupped his face and tilted it to level with mine.

"Do you love me? Can you feel it in your heart?" I asked while looking directly into his eyes.

He nodded. "Yes. I love you. My heart aches because my mind couldn’t remember everything. But I can feel the burning love coming from my heart."

I smiled. "Then that’s enough for me. You’re not weak, love. You are stronger than what you think. If I were you, I already lost myself years ago. But you were able to live like a normal person. I know it’s hard and painful. I felt it too when we lost Mireya. But I couldn’t give up because of her. I don’t want revenge, I want justice. That’s the reason I was looking for that man. Love, don’t give up. I know we would be able to find what we’re searching for."

He cried in my arms and I let him. I didn’t say another word and just comforted Jayden. After half an hour of crying, he was exhausted and fell asleep on my lap.

I brushed his cheek with my hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. I began to realize his pain and how he got his illness.

Jayden was never crazy. He just had a traumatic experience that he couldn’t acknowledge.

He couldn’t accept the fact that her mother was murdered in front of him. He was young and powerless and couldn’t do anything when her mother was killed. His pain was too deep and even I would not want to remember the scene I saw.

I looked at him sleeping quietly. I knew he was exhausted so I let him lay down on the bed. I kissed him on the lips and went out of the room.

The man was in the living room when I walked out. I didn’t know that he came back or when did he return to the house.

I still couldn’t trust the man completely. I already had trust issues after being betrayed by my foster father and Nina. I couldn’t believe the words of someone we just met.

"You have kids?" The man suddenly asked.

I nodded. "Yes. But he’s not with us right now."

The man had curly black hair and black eyes. I frowned when noticed a burned scar on his right cheek. He caught me staring at his face and felt uncomfortable. He covered his right cheek with his hand and averted his eyes.

"I was here when they burned the place." He said.

"How did you find out about Dr.Richards and my husband? You said you did some research. You said you wanted to save your family but why are you waiting here in their old home when you’re not sure if they would return?" I asked.

The man didn’t answer. I wondered if what he said about his family was true, why would he wait? It was his family’s lives on the line after all.