This is the end of the scene. Is this okay? Maybe should have been posted in critiques...
“Memories of what?” I asked.
“Memories of your parents' deaths,” my mother said gently.
“How do you know?”
My mother looked at my father, then to Niallin. He looked back atmy father, who had eyes full of pain. He put his hands across thetable, close to mine, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I was there. I was the one who caused those memories, Sai. Your parents...” His voice faded into the background as snippets of recalled information flashed across my vision. Black, silver and red whirled across my unseeing eyes. And a voice, saying, “You are ours.” Screaming, pulling away, confined by ropes.
My vision snapped back into focus as I started to recall what had happened. I couldn't remember when, but I remembered.
“Do you remember, son?” he said, reaching for my hands.
I pulled them back slowly while staring in horror at the man who had raised me, the man who had murdered my true parents in my sight.
“Saibhreas...” my mother started to say.
My head whipped around to where she was seated next to Niallin. Myeyes were wide, lips pulled back in a grimace as I shook my head back and forth, trying to believe it wasn't true. Breathing rapidly, I pressed my hands to the table and partially lifted myself out of my chair, head turning from side to side, from the man I could no longer call father to my mother.
My father stretched his arm out, presumably to touch me and bring me back to earth. I flinched, hands flying back. “Don't touch me,”I spat venomously. “Don't come anywhere near me.” My eyes opened wider and began to fill. It was all coming back: the hunt,coming back to find my home about to be broken into. The horror of having to watch Mai and Pai die while I was forced to watch.
“You monster,” I hissed as my head took one last spin around the table before I fled into the night, hurt and alone.
Then he flees into the forest and is trying to make sense of it all, still remembering the horror of their deaths