Chapter 252: Winter Camp-Conclusion


    The snow was falling faster, shrouding the whole ce with a nket of whiteness. It contrasted with the dark night, ominously glittering in the night as if to entice passerby into a beautiful hallucination. A cold wind was gushing by almost freezing everything in its way while the roads were like icy ss. The deafeningsilence pierced through the night. Not even the sounds of insects could be heard and it felt as if the world had suddenly be quiet.


    Breaking the night''s silence was the screeching of a car''s tires. The car was driving solely but the tires were scratching the icy roads, creating rough sounds. A lone man drove the vehicle with the lights off as if he was trying to hide his presence. He was careful not to drive too fast because he could not risk an ident urring. The man was wearing a long ck trench coat with arge hat almost covering his face. He was on the lookout for anyone who might pass by but the road was quiet.


    No one was in sight.


    The man stopped the car in front of arge forest. The trees were dried up and the remaining branches covered with snow. There was a long path in the middle of the trees, heading straight for the forest. Stepping out of the car, the man looked around before heading towards the back of the vehicle. Opening the trunk, he stared at the sack inside it.


    The brown sack was tied up as if something was inside. Red stains were seeping through it and the man was visibly nervous. His long, dark hair was tied into a ponytail while his sharp, smooth skin was bing paler by the minute. Even though he was well dressed, he would attract attention in his attire if anyone came along. The ce he was at rarely had any visitors. He owned a property nearby so he knew the ce well. But if anyone saw him or worse, recognized him, then it would be a disaster.


    "This brat is a curse to me even in death," he muttered. The sack contained his dirty secret, something which he wished he could have covered up long time ago. But what he thought of as a past had came back to haunt him yearster and the revtion of this secret could destroy his whole life.


    "I must get rid of him," he decided. Looking at the sack with contempt, he picked up a shovel and hit the bag a few times. More blood wasing out of the sack and he thought that he had heard a painful whimper. But the man did not care. He would bury his secret alive if he had to but he wanted this chapter closed. He wanted the brat to be gone. Forever.


    Picking up the sack, he slowly headed deep into the forest. He knew the ce well because he came to that area every year for a family outing. So, he was not worried about being lost. After an hour, he put the sack down and looked around him.


    The forest was deep and ominous. Therge trees loomed over him dangerously, their shadows hovering around the ce he was at. They were witnessing his deed, judging him for what he had done. The man felt a little nervous. It felt as if the trees were watching him.


    "We know what you have done"


    That phrase was echoing in his ears and he stood up in rm. These trees can''t talk can they? He wondered for a wild moment.


    But he shook the thought from his mind. That was impossible. Treescould not speak. They would not be able to reveal his secrets.


    "I''m being paranoid," he muttered. Taking the shovel in his hand, he began to dig. It took him a few hours but he had finally managed to dig a proper hole in the ground. Huffing and panting, he stood up and kicked the sack into the ground.


    "Finally, he''s gone," he said, feeling triumphant. He began to fill the hole with the soil to bury his secret for once and for all.


    "Daddy"


    The soft whisper wasing from the sack and for a moment, the man paused in his deed. But he clutched the shovel firmly and kept on digging until the ground was covered once again. He used the shovel to cover the grave with snow to further hide his crime.


    The boy was gone. The curse which had gued his family was finally over! He could live in peace now.


    "Serves you right for being so nosy," he said scathingly. He spat on the grave in disgust and began to walk away. A cruel smile smeared his elegant looks as he walked back towards his car.


    A chilly wind brushed by him and he pulled his trench coat closer to warm himself up. He did not mind the little cold. His dirty secret was gone and he was happy. That was all that mattered.


    "Daddy"


    The pale boy watched his father leave without him. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at the grave his father had buried him in. It was cold and scary down there. The boy was scared of the dark and the grave was hellish for him. The innocent looking boy was silently crying in the cold and deste ce, trying to call his father who was not even looking back.


    "Was I a bad boy, daddy?" he sobbed. "I''ll be a good boy. I''ll neverin! I''ll always stay away from you! I ''ll not even tell anyone that you''re my dad! But please don''t go! I''ll be good! I promise!"


    The boy''s cries fell on deaf ears. The man could not hear him because he was satisfied that his work was done. The boy he had loathed a was gone.


    "Dad!" the boy cried. He ran after his father, trying to catch his wrist but to his horror, his hand went right through his father''s palm. The man felt a slight shiver in his hand but did not pay any heed to it. He got into his car and revved up the engine.


    The little boy ran and ran but his father had driven away.


    "Dad!" he cried. "Dad!"


    He could only watch the car slide away, going farther and farther away from him. He reached out his hand but his father would not return.


    His father was gone, leaving him all alone in the cold.