The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 117: Don’t leave

Chapter 117: Don’t leave

As the chaos of the carnival continued to swirl around her, Abby’s world collapsed into a whirlwind of grief and despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks in a torrential downpour as she clung desperately to her father’s lifeless form, her cries echoing into the tumultuous night.

"Please, Daddy, wake up!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse with anguish. "Don’t leave me, please!"

But there was no response, no comforting hand to wipe away her tears or reassuring voice to calm her fears. Charles lay motionless in her arms, his eyes closed in eternal slumber, forever beyond her reach.

In that moment, Abby felt utterly alone, as if the world had crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her stranded in a sea of grief and sorrow. She had lost both her parents now, without warning or explanation, leaving her to navigate the tumultuous waters of life all on her own.

The weight of her loneliness bore down on her with crushing force, threatening to suffocate her with its suffocating embrace. She had never felt so utterly lost and abandoned, adrift in a world that suddenly seemed so cold and indifferent.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized that she was truly alone now, without the love and guidance of her parents to anchor her in this stormy sea of life. She had no siblings to share her burden, no family to turn to for comfort and support.

All she had left was the memory of her parents, a fading echo of the love they had shared, and the emptiness that now consumed her heart

Remo, his usually confident demeanor faltering, approached Abby with a look of deep concern etched on his face. He reached out to touch her trembling shoulder, but she recoiled from his touch as if his hand were made of fire.

"Don’t touch me," she spat, her voice raw with pain and accusation. "This is your fault. You promised to protect us, but you failed. You let him die!"

Her words hung heavy in the air, a cruel reminder of the pain and loss they both shared. Remo’s expression crumbled, his own grief mingling with guilt as Abby’s accusations pierced him like a dagger to the heart. He had failed her father, just as he had failed his own mother, and the weight of that failure threatened to crush him beneath its unbearable burden.

Abby was relentless in her pain, her anger fueling her cruel words as she lashed out at the one person who had always been there for her. "You’re nothing but a coward," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You couldn’t even protect your own mother, and now you’ve taken my father from me too. I hate you!"

Remo’s heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces at her words, his own grief mingling with the searing pain of her betrayal. He had loved her father as if he were his own, and the thought of failing him was a wound that would never fully heal.

Abby let out a mirthless chuckle, "You’re nothing but a failure. You were supposed to protect him, and you failed! Just like you failed your own mother"

Her words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable laced with bitterness and betrayal. Remo recoiled as if struck, his expression a mixture of anguish and remorse. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, his voice lost amidst the chaos of their shattered world.

Abby’s grief turned to rage as she lashed out at him, her words cruel and unrelenting. "You know what it’s like to lose a parent like this," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "You know the pain, the emptiness. And yet you let it happen again. You let him die!"

Remo’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her accusations, his own grief mingling with her pain. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her in her time of need, but he knew that he had failed her in the worst possible way.

As the authorities moved to take her father’s body away, Abby clung to him with a desperate ferocity, refusing to let go. Her father’s lifeless form felt so small and fragile in her arms, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the cruelty of fate.

But eventually, she had to let him go, her heart breaking anew with each step they took away from her. She watched in numb silence as they loaded his body into the waiting ambulance, her vision blurred by tears that refused to stop flowing.

Remo stood beside her, his presence a silent testament to his own grief and guilt. He wanted to say something, anything to ease her pain, but he knew that there were no words that could mend the shattered pieces of her heart.

In that moment, as Abby watched her father’s body disappear into the night, she felt more alone than ever before. The weight of her grief threatened to consume her, dragging her down into the depths of despair.

Remo reached out to Abby once more, his touch tentative yet filled with compassion. This time, she did not pull away, allowing his warmth to seep into the cold, empty spaces of her heart.

"I’m so sorry, Abby," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the din of their surroundings. "I wish I could take away your pain."

Abby turned to him, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen with tears, but there was a glimmer of something else beneath the grief—a steely resolve born of necessity. "You can’t," she replied hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "But you can help me find justice for my father."

Remo nodded solemnly, his expression mirroring her determination. "I’ll do whatever it takes," he vowed, his voice tinged with a quiet intensity.

With that silent promise hanging between them, Abby took a shaky breath and began to move, her steps slow and deliberate as she navigated the desolate carnival grounds. Remo followed closely behind, a silent guardian at her side.

As they made their way through the empty streets, Abby’s thoughts turned to Martha—the woman who had been like a second mother to her, the woman who had betrayed them all with a single, fateful act. The pain of that betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving Abby reeling with disbelief and heartache.