Chapter 61

Even after Bellatrix walked away and had the car driven past him, Cillian did not move. His eyes remained trained on where Bellatrix had previously been, replaying the words she had said to him. Each time was a different jab to his heart, a different type of pain, guilt and self hatred he never knew he harboured. 'It was all his fault. Everything was all his fault.' The voice in the back of his head whispered. You see, Cillian had several voices in his head. There was the one that whispered sweet nonsense into his mind, telling him he was always right, telling him Bellatrix rightfully belonged to him, telling him he could punish her however he saw fit, that same voice that had driven him to the edge of madness five years ago. Then there was the other voice, the one that was currently screaming like an uncultured child in his mind. Each time it spoke, the words were wrapped with guilt, disdain, hatred and self-blame. All wrapped up perfectly like a Christmas present and delivered to the