Narika: The Ghost Bride-Chapter 121 - One Hundred And Twenty-One: He Has DID.

Camille had given up after many fruitless efforts to get out the closet that Killa had locked her in before leaving. It’s been an hour or more since he was gone, and she could feel her breathing getting more suffocated inside the closet.

He locked her here with the intention of killing her, yes. She was sure of that. There’s no way any normal human being would do what he had done,knowing fully well how stuffed the place she was in was. After she had kicked and kicked just to get out, she had given up hope and surrendered to the fact that this was where she does.

She’s gonna to die in a closet, and this was no good way to die. Camille started to cry at the thoughts of her parents. They would surely get worried if she doesn’t call them tomorrow, or the next when she’s dead.

Alex would surely use his money to shut up the lips of anyone, who might have known that she had any relationship with his son. These people were brutes, they are hardened criminals who deserve to be locked up behind bars for the rest of their life.

Camille cursed the day she met Alex, and if she didn’t know better that Adrian was not the problem but it was his father she would also curse him too. But sadly, he’s also a victim here just like she was too. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She came out of her thoughts when she heard the front door opening, he was back and she didn’t waste any time to start pushing at the closet, but in a weak way.

"Let me..out, Killa. I can’t.. breathe." She used the last bit of her strength to shout from where she is, who knows the motherfucker might forget that she was here and sleep off with the music on to lower her voice.

She sighed when she heard the movement coming closer to where she is, Camiy was glad that at least he didn’t put up a fight with her anymore, nor change his mind about leaving her here for the rest of the night.

But that doesn’t change the fact, that she won’t give him a piece of her ass once she has regained her strength. He would regret doing this to her.

So, she stayed like the obedient girl he wanted her to be, and didn’t say anything when she heard him unlocking the closet from outside and opened her prison.

She pushed herself out, and fell in front of his shoes while she started coughing. She was busy taking in fresh air that it didn’t occur to her that Killa wasn’t this quiet, until she tugged at his leg before saying.

"You left me to die, how cruel can you be, Killa?" She raised her voice before looking up, and moved away from him with force to save her life when she noticed that she had made a huge mistake.

It wasn’t Killa.

The person who was standing in front of her was nobody but Alex’s right-hand man, Cain. The creepy man had been sending stares her way anytime she was out of the room with Killa.

What does he want?

"Killa? That’s a nice name for someone cruel Iike him don’t you think?" Cain laughed, before coming closer to her while she kept on moving back, but he got frustrated with her and dragged her forward by her ankle while she screamed in fear of her life.

"Leave me alone! I know nothing!" Camille cried, she had made the mistake of telling someone that Adrian was crazy in the head, and Cain doesn’t look like he’s going to keep this a secret. Killa had warned her against telling anyone about their situation.

"I haven’t started with the questions yet, but sweetheart you are acting so suspicious which only clears my mind about what exactly Adrian is, so tell me, What’s going on here?" Cain asked her, his hand stayed ontop of her thighs and she didn’t like that one bit.

"I swear i don’t know anything." She confessed, while she thought hard about what else to do to keep Cain from asking her about Adrian’s sickness."It’s just an act. We play...too much. Adrian and i are into stage play." She lied, trying to sound convincing by wiping her tears with the palm of her right hand.

But the look Cain gave her didn’t settle her distressed mind, that he bought what she just said. Until he confirmed her suspicion, by dragging her by her hair up before roaring in her face " Seriously? You think am stupid? Stage play it is, how about we go downstairs and tell Mr. Singh about this play act? I’m sure he’s going to be very interested to hear about this." Cain dragged her by her hand, before leaving the room while she begged him not to take her to Adrian’s father.

"Where’s Adrian? Please don’t take me to him, I beg of you." Camille tried to free her hand from his own, but Cain isn’t merciful like Killa. She found herself being thrown into a room as she fell to her feet, before she raised her head up to see Alex seated on her chair. But her eyes moved up to see a bed, and an all too familiar figure on it on the bed.

Adrian was receiving a drip.

What happened?

"My baby." She called and rised up on her feet trying to go to him, but a guard stopped right in front of her immediately.

She saw from her peripheral view as Alex stood up from his seat, and she backed away immediately while tears rolled down her eyes.

"I heard something, Camille dear." Alex said, moving up to where she was where one of his men held her from moving away from him." At first, I didn’t put much thought into why i would find the two of you at a hospital. So, tell me what exactly is wrong with my son?"

"I..i. don’t.." She tried to lie. But when he shot her that look, that said if she doesn’t talk anything soon, she wouldn’t walk out of here in one piece. " Adrian is sick."

"Actually sweetheart, there’s a whole meaning to the term’ sick’, so what sort of sick are you talking about?" Alex tried to act calm, but beneath that calmness tonight he was angry. Angry that Adrian had failed to bring Vanessa home to him, but had passed out on the road only for him to receive nothing but a call that his son was in the hospital.

Until Cain gave him information about the shrink his son has been meeting for months. Camille was also aware of Doctor Velma.

"I..he.." Camille couldn’t stop shivering, and he closed the gap between them before wiping her tears.

"Breathe, Camille. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you..." he said, pulling away a bit from her, before concluding his statement when the smile died on his face." Yet."

"Adrian. He has DID. Multiple Identity disorder." She confessed, waiting for Alex’s questions only to see him start laughing as if he had gone crazy.

Yeah, he was the crazy one.

What sort of father is this man?