The Beast In Us 2🤡 - by Keeyra Writes✍🏽

The Part 2 you all asked for Is hereee😎👇🏽 ------------------------------Sometimes, when I think about Alex, I remember the rain.I was nine when I found him behind the school block, wiping blood from his lip after three boys had beaten him.“What's your name?”“Alex.”“Who do you live with?”“Myself.”I didn't understand what that meant then. Not completely.But I went home carrying his silence with me.Grandma was visiting. Papa was in the sitting room, Mama was in the kitchen.I greeted Grandma.“Hmm.”That was all.Then she looked at me and said, as she always did, that I didn't even look like her son.That night, I stood before the mirror, studying my face.Looking for Papa.Looking for what was missing.And somewhere between those questions, I decided Alex was coming home with me.I waited for the right day.Papa had to be in a good mood. Grandma had to be around. Mama couldn't easily say no.When I finally found Alex down the street with a little bag on his shoulder, I didn't ask many questions.“Come with me.”He followed.They didn't want him at first.But when Alex quietly said he had nowhere else to go, Grandma finally said,“Just for tonight.”I smiled.Because I knew tomorrow would never be tomorrow.It wasn't.Alex stayed.And slowly, he became the son Papa always wanted.I watched the attention.The affection.The celebration.At first, it irritated me.Then it became jealousy.Then something I couldn't name.Years passed.Mama became sick.Grandma refused to take her in but welcomed Alex.Mama died.Papa remarried.Alex stayed with Grandma.Then university came.I waited two years before going.Not because I wanted to.Because I wanted Alex to go ahead of me.And when I finally got there, there he was.Same school.Same Alex.Only now, I knew things he didn't.Before I told Alex that Papa was dead, I went to see Grandma.She was old. Fragile.Still the same woman who had once made me wonder what was wrong with my face.We talked.I listened.I didn't stay long.A few days later, Grandma was dead.Unknown ailment.I didn't ask questions.Then I looked at Alex.He knew nothing.And that was exactly how I wanted it.A few days later, I told him.“Alex, Papa is dead.”He stared at me.Then looked down.I pulled him into a hug.“I'm sorry.”The memory faded.Alex was already standing.“You're sick, Evelyn.”His words jerked me back to reality.He stormed out and slammed the door behind him.I let him.Then I ran after him.“Alex!”He stopped but didn't turn.“I was joking.”He looked back.“I shouldn't have said that. You know me.”He said nothing.I moved closer.“It's late. At least be careful, okay?”I handed him a small nylon bag.He looked inside.A piece of chocolate.And something else.“What is this?”“Something I found.”He tried to open it.I caught his hand.“Not yet.”“Why?”I smiled.“For the sake of old times.”“Don't open it until you get to your destination.”He sighed and took it.I knew exactly where he was going.The riverbank.His usual place whenever he was tired. Whenever he needed to think.I watched him walk away.Then I smiled.He thought he was going there to clear his head.He didn't know he was walking straight into my plan.“Evelyn.” I heard that voice loud and clear. The second patient is here. Good timing. I smirked. I turned exactly as I had predicted. My father. He looked tired. Older than I remembered. “Papa.” He smiled. “There you are.” I walked towards him. “You came early.” “I had to.” He held his chest for a moment and sighed. “The pain is back.” I nodded. “I know.” He looked at me strangely. “How?” I smiled. “You always come when it gets bad.” He said nothing. I took his hand. “Come. Let’s sit.” He followed me. He still trusted me. That was the beautiful thing about trust. People handed you the knife themselves. I waited. The house grew quiet. Then Papa looked around. “Where is Alex?” “He went to the riverbank.” He nodded. “I need to see him.” He picked up his bag and started walking towards the door. I watched him. “Papa.” He turned. “You forgot your medication.” “Oh.” He came back. I took out his medication and handed it to him. He swallowed it. Then picked up his bag again. “I’ll see you later.” I nodded. “Be careful.” He smiled and left. I watched him walk in the direction of the riverbank. A few minutes passed. Then my phone rang. I answered. I listened. My face changed. “Alex?” A pause. “Okay.” I hung up. Then I called the police. By the time they arrived, Papa was already there. He stood beside the river, frozen. Alex was dead. One of the officers searched Papa. They found a piece of chocolate in his bag. I watched from a distance. Papa looked at me. “Evelyn…” I ran towards him. “Papa!” I held him tightly. He was shaking. “I didn’t do this.” I looked at the chocolate. Then at him. “I know, Papa.” But the police didn’t. “Papa!” I watched them put the handcuffs on him. He looked at me. Tears slipped down my cheeks. “I know, Papa.” They took him away. I stood there and watched until he disappeared. Then I wiped my tears. And smiled. Should add one more Episode? Anything for my readerssss😊

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