Jordan's pov
I didn't get killed like I feared. I ended up escaping death by a slim space, all thanks to my uncle, uncle Saint.
I last saw uncle Saint when I was three years old. Shortly after that, he disappeared and was later pronounced dead. Hints walking into the courtroom hadn't just shocked my family, it shocked the world as well.
Uncle Saint was a genius just like the rest of my family. A well known scientist who excels in whatever he does. I felt immense gratitude to him for saving me from that death sentence, even though I was completely unsure of how to pay him back for helping me out of that situation today.
"Why are you here after all these years, Saint?" My mother screeched while pacing around. By the way she was pulling on her hair, one would expect her her to be happy that her brother was actually alive. But instead, she looked furious.
"I came out on seeing that you and your selfish husband were really gonna do nothing and watch him get killed." Saint gritted out angrily and my heart pounded away hard while relief gripped me hard.
Saint told me he believed that I didn't murder those students. He was the first person to believe me since the moment I got arrested, and that made me so relieved that I cried a great deal, slumped against his chest when he hugged me. I feel so relieved. For the first time, it seems my luck wasn't so shitty after all.
"Watch your mouth, don't speak to me that way!" My father thundered as he got to his feet. I flinched just as Saint let go of me and got to his feet, folding his arms.
"I'll speak to you however way I want. You're both a bunch of useless parents. You could have saved Jordan, you have all the connections in the world, so why didn't you?!"
My father was visibly seething. "You'll not come out of thin air and question my decision. Everything I do is for a reason which i don't have to explain to you!" He bit out sharply before pointing at me.
"This is Jordan's end. He's meant to die now. Don't interfere in what you don't understand."
My eyes widened in confusion. I was meant to die now? What the fuck does that mean?
"That's a load of bullshit. I won't be allowing you to foolish parents to kill him." Saint declared loudly.
"He's our son. You don't have any say in this situation!" My mother cried out shrilly, her hands fisted at her sides.
The pure venom in her voice made me flinch. I never knew she hated me to this extent until this entire situation.
We were currently in the questioning room here in the station and I wasn't handcuffed for the first time in five days. Saint truly believed that I wasn't some psychopath who'd try to attack him if my hands weren't restrained and that made me immensely happy and grateful.
"You're now gonna be under my care on moving forward and will be registered as my ward before the end of today. I won't let your parents hurt you, okay?" Saint faced me as he spoke and I nodded vigorously, feeling relieved as hell, while ignoring the murderous looks my parents threw my way.
"You will be dealt with, Saint. This isn't a fairy tail where you get to waltz out then come in when there's a crisis like some super hero with a terrible haircut." My father pointed a hand at him as he thundered. But Saint was still unfazed as he stepped close to my father.
"I'm not a superhero, however… I am a scientist and guess what? Cause I'm still more accredited in this country compared to you'll ever be, I have more say in the court compared to you. I can vouch for him and I'll be listened to. You know it."
"So you'll vouch for a murderer? This country means nothing to you?" My mother snapped.
"Oh, spare me. We all know jordan can't ever do something like that. But since when did you two care about this country? After all the… bodies underneath your belts?" Saint slowly grinned while my parents' faces whitened.
Saint sighed and rubbed a hand over his hair, which was truly a terrible haircut.
"I'm not interested in threatening or fighting either of you, okay? Just, willingly step back and leave Jordan to me."
My parents clearly didn't want to give in, but it was like they ended up deciding to do that after weighing their options.
Before they left, my father took his sweet time reminding Saint that he was gonna regret this.
I didn't breathe properly until he was gone.
My hands were clasped before me as I went ahead to thank him over and over again for doing the exact thing my parents were supposed to have done but had instead chosen to abandon me.
"Thank you so much, uncle Saint," I whispered again and again but he waved me off once again, reminding me that I could refer to him as Saint.
"It's fine, kid. I couldn't just watch you die, hence why I came out of hiding. I went into hiding for a reason but that's no longer important."
I instantly felt bad as he spoke, feeling like it was my fault. I opened my mouth to apologize but he continued,
"The court agreed to not kill you, but under one condition, that you'd be getting enrolled into a school for delinquents. Unlike others, I believe that you're innocent… but the public thinks otherwise. This school is for psychopaths who are also criminals but too young to go to jail." He explained and I felt my heartbeat slow down.
"So… it's like a prison?" I whispered and he shook his head,
"Not exactly. It's more like rehab. They help delinquents become better people. You can't leave the school until graduation which takes years. It's best to see it as a boarding school and nothing more." He continued and I chewed on my bottom lip while regarding my fingers.
"What school is that?" I finally asked.
"Ghosthurl: school of psychopaths." He responded and I almost fell out of my seat from shock, while my mouth hung open. My heart lodged in my throat as I squeaked out.
"G- ghosthurl?" I whispered and Saint hummed just as he took his glasses off and began to dab at it.
Ghosthurl? I haven't heard much about it, but the little I've heard about it was enough to leave anyone scared to the bones. I've heard a lot of disturbing things about the school and wasn't sure of how to feel right now.
"B- but I'm not a psychopath… or a delinquent. I'm just a normal, innocent person." I cried out, already starting to hyperventilate from fear.
"That doesn't matter, son. You'll have to go to this school and not get into trouble there. Then on coming out, you'll be a free man." He explained but I still felt extremely panicked.
"But what if I get killed in there?" I whispered, hands tightly clutching my hands together.
Saint snorted and waved me off. "Relax, you're only overthinking this. Everything you think you're heard about that school is only a rumor, so there's no need to panic. Hm? You'll be fine in there and nothing's gonna happen to you."
He assured me and I nodded numbly, desperately wanting to believe that.
"Okay." I finally whispered.