Walter's POV
She was completely covered in blood. My dad and uncle dead beside her. My mom screaming uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen, and I remained frozen in that moment even now, as an adult.
I couldn't believe that Ella, my sister, who I adored so much, had just killed my father and made my mother a widow. My father's blood was still on her when she came near me and said one sentence that still haunts me to this day.
"I didn't mean it. Please believe me," she said calmly.
All I saw was a monster in her. There was no Ella.
Soon, the house was swarmed with paramedics and cops and people asking questions, and my mom explained.
"She did this. Ella killed them. She wanted us out of the house. She lied to her father that my husband had wrong intentions with her, that she didn't feel safe around him, which led them to have a huge fight, and she came from behind and killed them."
I couldn't believe it, but then everything made sense how Ella would always leave the room when all of us were together, how she would be rude to my parents, how she wouldn't come out of her room. I even heard her once telling her father how much she hated that we were there.
I understood it all and brushed it off back then. That girl had just lost her mother a year ago. She was only 14. She wasn't in her senses. But what she lied about about my father to her own father, the stories she cooked up, were unbearable.
She hated that we lived there so much that she lied that my father was a creep and had wrong intentions. My father wouldn't even look at any other woman except my mother, and everyone knew that. Everyone knew how much they loved each other. He treated Ella as his own daughter. He told me how I should protect her since I was her brother and she went to that extent just to get us out of the house.
I was so angry. I felt betrayed. I had just lost my father. I had just lost my world, and the cause of it was the one person I loved the most.
Soon our friends came over, and they found out everything. Ella was taken away by the cops. She was found guilty, but since she had inherited her father's diamond empire which came with enough wealth to buy a small nation she got off on probation.
My father never got justice.My uncle never got justice.And that monster roamed around freely.
The worst part since she was a minor, she was my mother's responsibility now. We had to continue living together, at least until she turned 18. My mother didn't even have any other option because no father meant no finances.
And it killed me to live on my father's killer's money