208 INDESCRIBABLE MESS (1/2)

When Hu Lei got back to her apartment, she was emotional and unseeing. If she had been in her right mind, she might have noticed the different breath which had been in her space. But she had been shaken to her core by wrath.

Contrary to her expectations, she had not been moved to tears due to the beautiful last words from her father. No, she was angry. She slammed her door shut. She had known that her father had often lied to her, but she did not know the real depth of his deceit.

Some phrases jumped out to the forefront of her mind.

[You have a brother…

You might wonder why I did not claim him even as he was called another man's. But there was no need. I had achieved perfection with you.]

The darkness that always hid in the edges of her mind took advantage of her anger. She tried to keep her grasp on clarity, but she could not. How could a father that she had always thought was compassionate deep within be so cold? Did she only think of her as a tool?

Another portion of the letter came to her mind.

[You have always asked me if you had other family…

I know that I always told you that we were all alone, but that is not true. I have always believed that greatness comes from standing apart from the crowd.

However, I will not stop you from searching for them. After all, I am dead.]

She had not expected a lot of kind words from him. But she had always thought that they were partners. Even when he went off into his crazy place, she had always supported him because they were a team. Now, she realised nothing was ever as it seemed.

Hu Lei felt her bottled up feelings surge within her chest, and she swept everything from her kitchen countertop with a muffled and pained scream. She felt that it was not enough and knocked down the pots, pans and plates from the rest of the kitchen. She pushed the microwave to the floor and still, it did not seem like it was enough.

The darkness hungered for more. It cried for blood that it could not have.

Hu Lei no longer remembered herself as she let out her frustration and disappointment on the house, killing her television and appliances along with her furniture. Then, she fell on the thick carpet and cried. She cried for the father that she wanted to believe loved her. She cried for her lost childhood spent training how to fight and kill. And she cried for the brother who did not have a chance to meet his father, even though the man did not deserve such a sweet child.